Smoked to PerfectionA Poem by skye
The neighbors brains are what i like
i BBQ'ed the Henderson's last night they made me chase them i had a good run Mr.Henderson pulled out his gun but he never shot me in the head i soon caught up to them all enough said © 2011 skye |
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