
My body rest on a leather seat, Harley t-shirt with DC's on feet. Raiders hat low and in passenger seat the heat. I just wish you knew me before you screwed me. Your never to big for a garbage can, say my name I show up, like Candy-Man. My girl said to recycle.... so your watch, wallet and keys go in a different pile. I donate too, one entrance and one exit wound my donation to you. You kept it so sketchy, so a garbage bag for a body bag and let's keep it messy. You rather be carried by six then judged by twelve, I carry a 45 and judge by shells. Your a pedophile, you rubbed me the wrong way. Your a rapist, you fucked me then ran away. My trigger finger has V.D., yea it's got that itch. My pistol wants to cum, and your that bitch. ..............I'm poker faced joking... I'm not that tough, and I'm all in.... call my bluff. -LIV
Ok I understand. You are saying what you feel. No problem there. You express your opinion Poeticly. Nothing wrong with that.
ReplyDeleteThe line about recycling is absolutely great. Hmm, so who pissed in your corn flakes on this one?
ReplyDeleteDamn dude... Sic.
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