Line Puncher
• Written by AshDog
Pleased with a play, now work to phrase words,
Stacked in a way, to pray to Mother Earth,
Back in the day, work didn't define hurt,
Whack with the way, she fittin' to find flirt,
Crack in the skillet, a dope kitchenette,
Snap till ya feel it, a rope whippin that,
Stab with the wiener, a hoe dig the sack,
Lacking in my feelings, cold psychopath.
Converse on a topic, to no avail,
Worst is the logic, ignorance assail,
Thirst for the knowledge, so fast like a snail
Yearn for the college, oxymoron fail,
Launder not Amish, no oxi-clean smell
Wandering amiss, blow the green so well,
Wondering who it is, going to go tell,
Blundering you snitch, go to fucking hell.
Luck on the draw, define the good fortune,
Buck on the wall, determine a trophy,
Puck in the goal, ice riding like hockey,
Truck on the road, spun out a disk jockey,
Wild with the word, lyrical safari,
Child with the word, that Aziz Ansari,
Mild with the burn, in the first of degree,
Trial with no verdict, guilty bitch please?!
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AshDog
Member since September 19 2015