I imagine me With a heart to cold to bleed I have a choice to belive Anything i hear or think I don't have to Smoke on it or drink I'm not a drunk, loser or alcholic Whatever you may call it I quit Because I thinks It's bullshit I live for me only I might end up heart broken and lonely I laugh at that idea Its stupid I cant wait to wrap my fingers around the neck of cupid I'm gonnna choke that little fucker That damn scrooge greedy ass cock sucker I wanna re-arrange his face with my fists For anyone who lost love and its blessing gift I look for you cupid, Better hide I avenge my frends world wide Next time you look at me Dont even shoot at me just let me be I might just get nasty on you I dont trust you to find me a boo I find my own So stay the fuck outta my home
Reason for writing:
No reason at all, only my heavy thoughts and cheap limited imagination and lack of effort for a variety of vocabulary. Long as I'm happy about it I will put it down. Lock it down boys, "get back to your boxes boys"(jail memories) "allright needle dicks, Lock up" (P.A.C.C) Prince Alber Correctional center. [Prince Albert Correctional <-- I am to good for that place / to strong for it] See ya Fucks on the outs ....
Birth sign: Aries
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