Powerfucking jaguars highway patrol
soul bomb percussion waked a napping bum
parrots glowing in river sun scoop what?
10 is 5 plus I…
need help please call 9 1 an ambulance
the nearest oh my god
Pink Floyd on the run, oh
it’s OK
(deep breath for Jonny!)
ahhh, damn we
almost lost Him
monk trap
2Pac: “How’s it hangin? Cause baby from the back the shit is banginI’ve been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang Won’t be no bullshit, no ass-kissin This bitch’ll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin I’m askin, as if I’m qualified to analyze You’re lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize Her face ain’t never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes My sister Precious in poverty Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me? I’d probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue and though I don’t where we’re goin, she’s makin me come I’ve been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin? Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later Before I let her get me off guard Went in the purse took a hundred dollars”