
old school rap, when i weas doing weed and i thought i was cool, but i was crap
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 165 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3054319
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*Hey Jazza? What ya upto?*
*Chilling, Killing and Drugdealing ;)*
Get the weed, get the scissors, get the bong and bring on the stoners,
Chilling, killing and drug dealing, no matter what i do, or what ever i say, ill be smoking pot everyday, its a thing that i invented on my own, if you aint got no shit, fuck off home!
I wont pay, for ur shit kicks, Ill pay if u lick my dick!
This is the blackest thing to say, I gave a bitch a cone, now im about to get laid,
Chilling, then killing and stealing for drug dealing. my mumma would always say, Drug dealing is bad, stop right away, I never listened, no wlook what happened, she is dead and now im fucking crying, I had no girlfriend, i had no soul, I have no life outside the mall.
i hang around to buy the chronic, then sell it for extra profit.
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