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Tidy Bowl Man

Everything offering their action to tape,

Feeling the signs against the wake,

A prompt missile to oppose walking out,

Never had it picked the rage of the south,

Cheap, for instance, the black of the dirt,

In my middle age times she produce its worth,

Now, the blunt burns for the hierarchy of steal,

Hymns of its angels casting the shooters deal,

Fly around the jewelry lactation success,

Keeping the tribunal reputation of best,

Advancing the water around the walls,

Diving in temptation’s hole of Psalms.

Players Club 3-D

Hips not all her fault, the Bill cop has Ma.d.d surveillance,

Hips that are bombarded by the background she can’t talk flaps,

Eyes of the sun pen tones surround Hips martyrs moves,

Daring Hips to replace laps of his time in her room,

Knowing all she really halfs for page is to get high abominable,

So he dominates the conversation in the lack of becoming reasonable,

Communicable outside, guaranteed, the power is useless,

Mocking the judge of walls he sees in the witness of Confucius,

Destitute of aids struggle from the darkest alleys of famine,

Hips talk flaps in halfs of losing water coming,

Popular as Hips may be,

She is in a state,

Driving Hips to highway robbery,

Blending all mistakes.

Twisted Dinner

I like gentle girlfriends rush to hang up,

Not having much too say but luring most cuts,

Presently, a visit warrants the reason,

How the hair marches the dimes of treason,

The manner of moving belief into grudge,

Elevates the repentance on continuing the love,

An entire vigil of accepting the application,

Followed by the surrender of working aggravation,

The daddy and mama gifted to encircle,

The tow in southern mechanical rehearsal,

All we have is a stand to watch,

As the lift of the bar changes guards.

Cry Thot Hearing Enforcement

Say House, Yeh U, Can I ask U a Question,

U like to Cut, O’ U Too much to ask U out,

Well, Do U Like to make Luv,

Imagery of sound is a parenthetical expression,

Enforced by only those who know impressions,

The shy at the weak at heart know how high sound returns,

The crazy thing about speaking is giving Thot of how dark has burned,

In the political arena of solitary refinement,

Many need help to stay above dark alignments,

But to go get the chance that what U see is the hold up of Yankee reality,

Possesses the question without cussin we still have B.G.,

Two can play at the game the illusion U now  choose to lay off,

Unfortunately, too many signs threatin’ how much Ule stay soft,

At once there was a dream we’ll have world dominance,

Now its just the stream of unifying power’s bondage.

Toilet Therapy

Well the joint inside after going outside was just sitting there,

Replayed in my mind to go outside where it wasn’t fair,

The storm to matchup even when I was tired and out of gas,

Was my dire disturbance of what I had last,

Pretending we were married I could not have had such a long time,

The quicker it came to not chalk its bothering of the rectum the more I fire,

Upstairs the bag of coal was infuriated to the points because it smelled,

Monkey see, Monkey do, Monkey knew he had felled,

Dinner yesterday wasn’t the thinking of today’s plan,

But the food that I had stored was the uppermost seal can.

Flippopotomaus

To invite U on my blanket and share the dream imagined,

I have to March with the desperate blends of aiming,

To flip the goals of what U do behind the house of green,

The silver and the gold of bells leave your tiny body scene,

The miracle on 34th strictly can serve as a reminder,

Some things are shorter to revenge the aim of the steady climber,

It is not your hair, or the way they brought U to me,

It’s the final call of your reasons U see the clips of grieving these,

No one is to say that the haul to chop an Oak is terror,

But submerged in this raid of the ark is the holder my jump is better,

Violence alone is the solidarity of my mark,

In-between what U say tumbled away in missing stable parts,

U R no different than the Mother that monitors the T.V.,

Behind closed doors U cant stand a chivalry,

You’ve earned the majority of having the boos no one else ha...

Harriet Tubman Currency

Many are they in right schools that the troops are ready to go,

Apart from the profession of behind schools where art funding is very low,

To only allow the wall to be addressed as a security of performing arts,

We step back in illiteracy of the Communistic Cold War sharks,

Like broken glasses upon the head of what is there to do,

Eventually I set off in the carriage to get home behind view,

The constant scene of the trees being the unique art of the paint,

Enjoying the master’s game of who will win the pot of fame,

The money is good printed as right as it could be,

Tainted, lifting up the future but not important to Foreign currency,

U say go get the bend on how those countries progress,

Within our own world our art is the best,

When Im  dead and gone U transition to reap what U sowed,

Supreme militancy, Good hard facts, and the welcome mat...

Will You Have a Physical Watch?

Classified, petrified, suicide, freedom,

These are the parts of a Hellbound funeral,

Rolling down the sleepy willow, The groups observe what is weak is done,

The scribble taught 2 litter the art of the outcome,

Men dish gym U will have to get past this,

Since this sit is such a school that has heights for picture perfect,

In this model state plantation from the first to think out,

Sending the friendly notice out of worlds to profess down,

Many paces are critical in states with their laws,

However in this chump plantation stripping is the call,

I know she met what abducted her heart of fire early,

The ashes of her feet shows the desert living barbaric,

In model states population the out of control shyness has habitat for the seam,

Tailored in its primer for the candy blue beam,

Policed by history it has been taught no group can get juice,

Law Rinse Strunk

Width out weights, the curl has been corrected,

Lets get the deck out upon what is expected,

Part 3 of the 6th chapter the act and shades play,

Kin of the knees she wouldn’t go out her way,

Hitalot of baskets at the edge of fair proof,

Moving from the town of what resource teachers do,

U cant even cheer anymore for the real power to surge,

Hitalot is drastic of his measure to curve,

For real the more grown we get,

The more it is contained U cant have it,

A slave in a plantation that makes U accustomed to chump,

Less behalf Hitalot’s promotion of her son he strunk,

He is not to blame entirely of its effect,

A resourceful following by valentine walking back,

I am sure that this is still the war,

So by black of my shadow I run out the door.

Go Fish Trap

Steady frying to get the minutes U had me,

Owen the dare the Folks would rally,

The force as sly the six would clap,

Unaware of her anger from sources of jabs,

Checking my notebook as Mama responds,

Still baffled by the jury of how it comes,

The Latin oil of what u need,

The dark conspiracy of how I breathe,

This all tells the last days of it geekin,

The state of mine in the eyes its seeking.