West Of The WildsA Poem by BLitZeDWhen I sit back and relax, I still push that, I pull stacks/ F**k with some mean cats, safety off, click clack/ Thats real rap I mean that/ Concealed carry, carrying Hazmat/ Hole through your cowboy hat/ In the old saloon, fresh chaps/ Blast you back to the future , the permit permits that I own the West, the wilds won Brush the dust off my vest, chrome magnum, my choice of gun Now run along son, this is no place for Fival, Get the f**k out of my face or you wont live to see another rival/ In this contest i highly doubt your chance of survival/ Hightail it East while your still alive, truths undeniable/ F**k the Alamo, remember my promises are reliable/ So put the money in the bag, act natural an I swear to god you better f*****g smile dude ;..)
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9 Reviews Added on November 13, 2015 Last Updated on November 13, 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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