big baby
04-14-2014, 10:46 PM
Alien rhymes, it takes about an eighth of a second for the uranium primed. Radial bombs. Iranian dimed to fatally drop. (safely). Argue with dumb bells at gymnasiums. Went to Jordan with Montell, this is how we do it, lace the rum. oh well. My craniums gone, swab testing Ukrainian mobs before they could be my bodyguard to save me from cops. Big babys gone quad. Big baby da god. Praised Allah with Arabians! Sike nah, I set them up on purpose I just dressed up in a turban. It's so exceptionally perfect, ever try to run an electrical current through titanium? Finger your featherweight female with my index till I hurt it. Wipe my face with cloths from Canad-ia. No phalanx alive could eradicate this pylon of Pygmalion. It's so sacred divine, drive in a straight line with Acadia. I'm so sly, I could make Stallone and Drago get naked in the ring. by just staring in. Gold mine. rape Doctor Xavier, make him tell me the truth in Latin. Veritas. The prompting as Savior. I'm Jesus without Judas. Jabba the hut is my alias. The big bad wolf jabbing your hut with my crazy breath. That's an instantaneous misdemeanor, sipping vodka and Enfamil through an intravenous. Consonant crazy. Sonstantly, catering, a mosh-pit of mania. Fill up all of stadiums. Women in lingerie with blond hair and vivacious tits. From Pompeii to Romania. I'm going balls out, this mammalian god vows. To stomp crowns till Balboa calls-out to Adrian
I sort of fathered the living Pope. Novelist/written notes. When I walk into cities, most - stop. But not cause I'm so blotched, it's just awe when confetti's thrown in all directions intended so. Hurrah! The BB has marched in pavilion, red carpet interviewed by sexy host. Held high on a pedestal. Prince Ali Ababwa sends a tweet in narrator. "I can't believe it's BB da BB, I hope this reaches 140 characters." It's like comparing apples and oranges, with this emphatic catharsis. I'm weaving atom particles so vastly demolished, it's brownish t orange and it turns into acid. You'd need a army binocular to catch a glimpse of the gossamer. Your catchphrases? nonsense. Lap you while walking. Mustachio's God. Mustachia's harmless. Walk into the cap of a cannon, take snapshot with Canon. Take a snapshot with Cannon, that's Mariah, in panties. The pariah, on xannies. Spit fire in tangents, you admire my crafting, and aspire to madness. Stop lying, you're wack. It's like Brad Pitt's daughter asking him "why am I black?". Step into the land of the darkness, with a sample to gargle. Just acid, no water. No apples or orange juice. The calvary's on the loose. Pull the bearing on arsenal. I could barely gawk at you, you're clearly just awful. How does it feel to be mocked? I could cleverly outbox you in the best of your hobbies, like Bags getting off on veritas in topicals. You're awwwwwwwwwfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllll motherfucker. Could either stalk you at night-time. Or build a saucer, it's limelight. Unconscious I write rhymes, I close and open coffins like hi guys. Meet E.T and hit on all of his wives..I'M here. I come in peace... as I cum in pieces inside em. A genius, at night. Devious crime fighter. I could either Walk into Arkham Asylum with a mossberg beside em. Give 'em the magic conch. Spongebob!
I'm a monster with rhyming rawness, coughing a kind of cough my doctors prescribing doctors; specialized in scribing coughses. Kill em with the kindness I have to offer, the type of kindness your type is offered by a gentlemine of highest order. Your silliness sliding off, syllable sinus lava. Pitiful plight to ponder, is a kill-on-sight in genres. Vagina is tight and proper, properly tie you. It's rigamortis. Vine it, to make it awkward. Skype it to make moreso. Vigilante on-wards to VAUDEVILLIAN. Pre-order a simple sword. Before it skyrockets into oblivion. I'm on here sorting the prices low-to-high, cause THE LORD KNOWS that Im that sort of guy. Then order that type of kindle thru InstantPrime. Sport a scissor cut. I've bordered the biggest boat, floating to river styx. Stick a sword in your skeleton till it starts flowing like rivers.
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I sort of fathered the living Pope. Novelist/written notes. When I walk into cities, most - stop. But not cause I'm so blotched, it's just awe when confetti's thrown in all directions intended so. Hurrah! The BB has marched in pavilion, red carpet interviewed by sexy host. Held high on a pedestal. Prince Ali Ababwa sends a tweet in narrator. "I can't believe it's BB da BB, I hope this reaches 140 characters." It's like comparing apples and oranges, with this emphatic catharsis. I'm weaving atom particles so vastly demolished, it's brownish t orange and it turns into acid. You'd need a army binocular to catch a glimpse of the gossamer. Your catchphrases? nonsense. Lap you while walking. Mustachio's God. Mustachia's harmless. Walk into the cap of a cannon, take snapshot with Canon. Take a snapshot with Cannon, that's Mariah, in panties. The pariah, on xannies. Spit fire in tangents, you admire my crafting, and aspire to madness. Stop lying, you're wack. It's like Brad Pitt's daughter asking him "why am I black?". Step into the land of the darkness, with a sample to gargle. Just acid, no water. No apples or orange juice. The calvary's on the loose. Pull the bearing on arsenal. I could barely gawk at you, you're clearly just awful. How does it feel to be mocked? I could cleverly outbox you in the best of your hobbies, like Bags getting off on veritas in topicals. You're awwwwwwwwwfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllll motherfucker. Could either stalk you at night-time. Or build a saucer, it's limelight. Unconscious I write rhymes, I close and open coffins like hi guys. Meet E.T and hit on all of his wives..I'M here. I come in peace... as I cum in pieces inside em. A genius, at night. Devious crime fighter. I could either Walk into Arkham Asylum with a mossberg beside em. Give 'em the magic conch. Spongebob!
I'm a monster with rhyming rawness, coughing a kind of cough my doctors prescribing doctors; specialized in scribing coughses. Kill em with the kindness I have to offer, the type of kindness your type is offered by a gentlemine of highest order. Your silliness sliding off, syllable sinus lava. Pitiful plight to ponder, is a kill-on-sight in genres. Vagina is tight and proper, properly tie you. It's rigamortis. Vine it, to make it awkward. Skype it to make moreso. Vigilante on-wards to VAUDEVILLIAN. Pre-order a simple sword. Before it skyrockets into oblivion. I'm on here sorting the prices low-to-high, cause THE LORD KNOWS that Im that sort of guy. Then order that type of kindle thru InstantPrime. Sport a scissor cut. I've bordered the biggest boat, floating to river styx. Stick a sword in your skeleton till it starts flowing like rivers.
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