Scar FaceA Poem by BLitZeDStay with shell, guts and trails techs, tape decks. 808's an gals my trains on snowy tracks gada blow off the rails Tony Montanan man my little friend yells under the ground your little friend dwells hasta manana friend, ill see you around 12 with 12 in the guage on the dial sun swells you can rest in this pain we both burn in hell © 2015 BLitZeD |
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2 Reviews Added on June 4, 2015 Last Updated on June 4, 2015 AuthorBLitZeDNew Jersey Devil, FLAbouti give them the plans i drew up with thoughts methodically calculated and so intricately placed , every outcome was accounted for and algebraically related. f*****g statistically graced, like .. more..Writing
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