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02-03-2013, 05:06 PM | #1 |
Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,871
Battle Record: 4-3
Rep Power: 0 |
AloeVera
Name: Aloe Vera
Reps: Title: The Pimp vs. The Intellectual a little somthing for everyone....both sides of me... i take beadies to the chest like i was under smoke arrest, f@ck a cigerette, smokin` weed and token`s the best, strokin` and gropin` the cess like a possesed weed fiend, i search the street clean, for a taste of the sweet green, get high past the ceeling, day dreaming, wearing my beenie, i need three thing`s, in this life, i`ll let you guess what each is, and i`ll tell you right now, with out any, i`m at my weakest, i`d rather catch desieses, and get blue ball`s till my dick freezes, than go a day with out the inhalation of the grey cloud, i`ll throw the pay down, for a pound, faster than a greyhound, did i mention that Aloe`s also on some P.I.M.P. sh!t? and that i`m gifted with the ability to get abnormally lifted? i`m horney with b!tches, "stick"-in more of `em than Blair Witches, leave `em walkin` away with stitchin` in their hole and slit, i`m in control of sh!t, even with, "My Gaint" hand`s chick`s can`t hold my dick, i like my sh!t, rolled real thick, and my roach is held by a steel clip... ~feel the switch commin` on?~ can you feel the realness, all the darkness in the world couldn`t conceal this, divine light, in my own right, talkin` `bout a avangelist hip hop anyalist, the caytalist, who`s catapulting slandered sh!t across America, i`m past hysteric`s cuz, my antic`s are un-chartable, your in uncharted water bro, and the tides too un-barrable, the barrel`s roll, over bones, to leave the calcium bone marrow broke, it takes narrow hopes, and focused strokes, to unmask the cloak, the bastard spoke, from a young age and the entire world listened, didn`t know it at the moment he was christened, but in confession, his lesson, now control`s the world`s blessin`s, unanswered question`s, raise thick though like fat erection`s, at election`s, the propaganda, slam`s ya`, `till you can`t distinguish, relinquish, the fact`s from false and waltz with the true English, swing dance with romance `till entranced, continue to advance, the sword and the lance, ending any chance, we`re concubine`s, programed in spines, `till someday we all become the swine, numbered line`s, calling`s awakes snakes from their slumber time, the entrapment is, a fact in this, now it`s not so relaxin` is it... ...wait, aren`t i a circle? P.I.M.P.`z (M)pire 1aRmY RedLine |
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