for you
• Written by KingTudor
men that wish that they had rhythm a thematic prison one decesion vision locomotive engine with intention cringin at the sight of a syringe when n the clutch thats got ahold of us so robust nah i tried to trust but which one of us has the status dangerous clowns run around like its a circus worthless subjects live no regrets smokin. cigarettes no money havin bumin in the projects 20 new prospects but one give all hostile threats step up to the plate placed out. like a dinett Set oh yeah you can bet stepped to the best possessed cleanin out blacken out mowin down whoever next
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KingTudor
Member since February 28 2016