lockjaw, get raw, no mo blowin smoke n in need of a funny joke, fo tha cuckold. i've been sold n sold n sold n rolled. now sumthin smells like nasty mold.
can't hide no more or b such a pimp-whore. gotta start workin tryin 2 find my true j'adore. no more of this more more more. nonsense, i dont remember half of it. cuz i b sick wit it. tha get wit it. n twist wit it. ends up being a rip in my knit. cuz imma nitwit n i gotta stop rollin like dat. gone way past tha welcum mat. so here i finally am, ready 2 blam blam blam. blam thru, i gotta get used to it ooo.
one day den tha next, if u keep up on ur stretch one day u'll flex.
n then u'll run,
once again towards tha sun. get outta my static haze maze of a daze b4 i get myself tazed n razed, not in a nice way, no not in tha right way. so u gotta push thru tha static haze maze n c (hoo am i?) on the other side--let's call it paradise. yea gotta find my own ride. n jus keep my pace n stride...
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