Sugar420

im back
on the attack
i live in a shack watchu think about that
im gettin hysterical droppin stinkbombs so lyrical
if this makes any sense then it must be a miracle

kitch

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looks good with everything, especcially capitalist commemorative pinkie rings

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Sugar420

wtf kitch
wher hav u bin?

kitch

hiatus

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Kishar

^ yea that's a cat you don't see everyday.

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So, if a stranger walked up to you and poured pebble like seeds into your hand and then said, plant them and your harvest can be made into rope cloth or paper, it could help the sick or intoxicate. What would you say?

Would you keep the seeds or chuck them away?

RollREDRoll

kitch

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al-Mu'akhkhir

veda choppin it up like raw cocaine.

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bongobongo

raw cocain? god dang

got the rock on the brain
i sit in chains, mentally unstable gotta do it off a table
snort it? score it, gonna pour it, straight roorin it
his name is hyper hes got something in his diapers, runnin from the kypers.. stealin from ya, wheelin with ya, cheeelllinnnn with ya, gonna go and get a meal from ya.

running around, doin the rounds, makin drops like the moisture in a cloud


go down to hell, a cracked bell.. independence gonna cost you a million shells,

bongobongo

your hysterical,, im musical, caught you picking at ur cuticles...



i got a pocket full of edibles, the munchables, straight up untouchables.. stick it in my arm and look for something do-able

screwable, bangable, throw her on the bed and nothin is comparable


i make up words to rhyme my lines, easier then it looks to buy you time.

make it one even flow, dont pause stop or slow.. look to the sky and pray for ur bro. ho, foe,... both the same when they black with a fro