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Wiggers sit with diggers in vicious silence
The fat critters dressed as lamb dinners
Are the fittest of sinners
A man cannot withstand the hands
Of holistically

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*"Just a random freestyle as I was trolling instrumentals."*

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I spy with my eye—yes, my eye.
I have a master’s in English.
Language barriers and carriages—in fact, my cover is one to uncover
as I do real time, not feelings of lovers.
My head is a summer, sizzling.
Six sisters’ for supper
with nine inches of me upper.
Should I stop or just come on her?
She's ready when Daddy has the addy
for another loving lassie
that’s giving him some magic talks
like a mystic fanny.
But really, he have the classics—
gel-coated, deep-throated.
Yes, I’m next in line for this deep token.
Open your mind—
I’ve devoured yours.
Just hoping you’d see some decency
before attempting to ease my account Open.
Those of which you trust,
as what me, myself, my dear,
is one with a master’s on it.
Not some simple locus at its lowest—
Mister Focuses.
So I’m putting this in riddle, most def.
Most sophisticated posters, intricate,
dilated homology, homonyms own us.
Or should we be one of Monogamy
and treat one as we promised?
The prophets, mate—they’re locking gates.
Stop, it’s late.
Work should would stop a train.
Rockingham rocking face,
stay… state your traits
or is it far too late to place my topic on Hopsins’ plate?
Popping trolleys of some historical hostage shopping
on top his hostels—blacktop roof youth booming, bizarre.
Blossom dropping droppings
on top of top-end high-trend topics
grow fast as on-point songs from bubonic subsonics deep in my Craniums putonics,
or opposite appointments on point or not—
friends of my phonics my cock, controls my hydraulics,
hypothesised drops, legal rhymes times, in this mind subsonic.
My super-say-in I'm chronic this,
oesophagus grown in with hydroponics
on top of spliffs weed makes you none more human or honest.
As my pigeon pops plopping,
plotting like Ricky behind the wicket,
just like Ponting on top a coffin,
coughing concoctions that form,
dropping like birds cocking their droppings
on new stockings.
They stand out like this godless Godin’s that got in
a mile away what a time to be alive today
in some foreign suburbs—
forgotten proverbs write words like summers or myself a poetic master with off temp mutters or am I you tell me am i nothing but stutters.

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@vxylily No ID make her the mother of four, but it's not mine, haha."

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@honeymoon250 "with my penis in their anus."

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@EmilySm43 You don't, you all tell us you fake it.... so mehhh. but your name makes me want to orgasm

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@otokyo Birth control

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“Wow, this is actually a good track. The only reason I hit play was that I like your lyric writing; it caught my eye and intrigued me to hear how you delivered those beautiful lyrics. One second in and I’m like, damn, this is a genuinely good song. Well done, mate, you’ve gained a follower.”

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@MahikRani50377 The first thing the killer took was her life.

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fuck off, you overweight fat chicks Those who think they have the right to sling words of hype labelled it with another word that they like Just you, fat, lazy ass don't even suck cock well enough to even let a man use that as something heed be hard to harden to And then 18 to 30 is now off our limits by these fat fucks that can't get love And also, you rolled up Pop-Tart, men gett better with age woman becomes like you fat full opinions dried up onion link and mouth that screams I'm a victim

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fuck off, you overweight fat chicks Those who think they have the right to sling words of hype labelled it with another word that they like Just you, fat, lazy ass don't even suck cock well enough to even let a man use that as something heed be hard to harden to And then 18 to 30 is now off our limits by these fat fucks that can't get love And also, you rolled up Pop-Tart, men gett better with age woman becomes like you fat full opinions dried up onion link and mouth that screams I'm a victim

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fuck off, you overweight fat chicks
Those who think they have the right to sling words of hype
labelled it with another word that they like
Just you, fat, lazy ass
don't even suck cock well enough
to even let a man use that as something
heed be hard to harden to
And then 18 to 30 is now off our limits
by these fat fucks that can't get love
And also, you rolled up Pop-Tart, men gett better with age
woman becomes like you
fat full opinions
dried up onion link
and mouth that screams I'm a victim

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@leahsnky I mean your comment was probably amazing, but there was just glamour that outshone your words. haawt

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@joysun_76 good girl aha

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@emmashaiy Your mum's hot, and so is the apple that fell from her tree

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@helycial suup

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Verse 1 – The Setup & Imagine Game
The one in white is pretty much spot on to my baby’s mother,
and I’ve had this exact type of shit thrown at me from her.
Then she makes me waste 80k trying to disprove her victim message.
Aha, aha.
Imagine being this content with your own lies,
the ones you convince yourself, along with others.
Imagine living in a world surrounded by people who,
in any other form of fact or said fiction,
would laugh at the fantasy being you’ve bred,
would never allow it to be breathed in a real world,
then feeding its little forked head,
cementing an alternate reality that existed only in the mind
of one of few twisted inbred heads.
Imagine those same people trying to convince you
that you were to them once upon a time, family, their friend,
trusted in their circle.
Aha, trusted by them.

Verse 2 – The Family Mission & Crimeless Conviction
And funny this be, as this is how you felt from me
as position for our family life and its mission.
Would I leave any of you to face this crimeless conviction
unrelentingly in your judge, jury, execution and conviction,
but especially with the trial that has been set, marked
with the voices of prison?
Yes, no one part exaggerated — trial by conviction
by a career meth addict symptom half of my blood,
and had been asking my time and place
he could start his life of clean living.
But from what is now in the eyes of time
and what has been written, the agenda and time
that was originally scripted to bring me down
to nothing more than his exact level,
no more than a symptom.

Verse 3 – The Meth Rabbit Horror (Calicivirus Drop)
But his unholy habits had him talking like Jagger
with two meth addict rabbits.
Confessed more than confession of his meth addict bad habits,
but had been tapping the rabbit that had from the seed of a rabbit.
They wore the same godly given jacket
and well consent to meth was now closer to chest nibbling those breast.
He felt disgusted and damaged.
Now had jacked his birth rabbit’s little back passage,
and unlucky as it be, my computer has actually grabbed it
as true as he slammed it.
My PC recorded three days of meth madness
and everything from incest with his mother’s calisy rabbit’s back passage
but attempting to take advantage of a teen that was in my care
and there with her mother, about to take matters
from this exact type people who say “that’s the guy, go grab him”
when they be the monster every hour of time,
surround themselves with people, nice guys in their status
and know nothing the workings of such minds.

Verse 4 – The Hatched Plan & Bitter Dreams
And a plan has been hatched years before time,
but until you are required to be stricken,
the glint in their eyes still say the nicest of pies
and it’s blew me in and out of my mind
as not even in the wildest of nights would I have ever predicted
this bitches had their sickness set up of my life.
And yes, family I helped raise, nurture and guide —
and that was not, never, not ever any consideration
in their sleeping cell minds, bitter and despise dreams
of whatever they prophesied in my eventual demise.
Fossils I lie fantasize this would now bring justification
to fat boy and her fuck up of her first born —
miserable big-boned fat clone of death’s mistake
that not even he would take worth value to anything
that takes away but definitely not contribution to life’s
in lives that if was to be weak in the mind
as you bewilderingly assumed.

Verse 5 – The Wit, the Discovery, the Higher Message
And why? As we grew together you all knew the wit,
determination of my mouth but more so my mind,
especially when voices are wrong but out of their mind
things they do in all of their grandness.
So as was discovered as my ears came to this quality godly passage,
being this was a message on some higher interference
that know the evil and sadist that Ket finds to be hip,
proud and well fattened habits.
But what had occurred following this unprecedented discovery
of real world darkness and silently sane people
who hide complete disarray and imprecatory type madness
to justify the loyalty crime as mine to be insufferable —
to take again the ones I’ve left behind
and this be now for the rest of our lives.

Verse 6 – Before This Time & The Scapegoat Signs
Before this time I describe, you know me
as we have known each of the others’ lives
in each others’ eyes for all of those years,
right to a time all of our lives.
Imagine all of those people then trying to call your reaction
to this impossible scenario “signs” of whatever rumour they’ve been spreading.
Imagine that these scapegoats were so trivial —
things like expecting my blood to have a backbone the way I would.
If this was on your foot, that family would have lost two members
if they had done to you what they did to me.
Imagine then not only accepting wild stories from a well-known sociopath,
but then attempting to use your own made-up reasons for whatever it is —
because I still don’t know.

Verse 7 – Dad's Rant & The Ange Reveal
All of you didn’t even have a nut attached to a bag
to be glad to tell me I was “truly bad”
and tell me exactly what it was
that made you tape up your speaking holes and silence me for years.
Except for our Dad, who three years later only wanted to,
wanted to rant, attempted to open up exile,
to tell me he’s mad about me telling him and the world
his wife is a man,
when he damn well knows she is the epitome of bad.
I mean, look at the firstborn child you both had —
fat and can’t leave your pad,
not only that he is tapping your flange.
Cool, his grand only cause that man named Ange holds your hands to your back.
My dad’s eventually got his own back.
Isn’t it funny how time’s revealed the equal to your dictator’s stance
when mum was trying to do whatever she can
when you just up and left when we were still plants
until that demon hatched.
And now our dad wanted to be back in our plans.

Verse 8 – The Hatch & The Vadge Power
Everything they did was so perfectly grand
and how dare I find fault in such whimsical chants,
especially when you speak the name of my Amms
or better known as my mother, who birthed an actual man
whilst Angelina hatched one fat demon
through her belligerent beaver
giving herself the majestic next lit woman with man bits
to give her more heavage,
turn mid-level semen into something from an inbred demon.
No, not even a heaven now,
some craft bitch to have the gift Rumpelstiltskin might have had
if he had a crack hit.
So much power in those vadge bits
you decided it’s only provided I tap him properly —
the weirdest fat kid I seen and had to actually grow up with,
plus, he still stinks like feet.
Now your ass miss like this, actual fact is sorry dad
but I stand in my pants, and I’m not taking it back
that Ange is a man.

Verse 9 – Loyalty Teeth & The Light Shined
So, dad keep taking that mad ass whip to cap this —
we all have said this the time I told her with no word of lie
and she attempted to put me through a window of pain
but hey, what can I say?
Then imagine you all trying to forget the lack of loyalty you project.
The teeth came out of all of you.
What this is, you all talk absolute shit.
It’s showing through your skin. Literally.
Then hype this shit extra skin into some bullshit excuse of the word “gym”.
And here we are, all said and done,
fatter than ever, still bitter and festering
whilst believing you better.
Only now I have shined the light on what really happened.
Now, truth be lies all out in the weather,
and sad to say, I still haven’t fared well with it.
As truth is not what any of you wanted —
you wanted a reason to carry on with your own buried seizing.
Hit me up if you would like a signed picture of my penis.

Verse 10 – The Audacity & Final Bars
But after all this, you still have the audacity
to call ruffled missing some feathers,
beneath your enormous presence, with the lack of a presence,
no army, no finances, your status
to wave claims quietly — hillbilly type menace.
A physical appearance yell pretends fake message
you’ve walked in grace, filled with goodness,
publicly demonstrating class-A stalking behavior traits.
As it’s been on all those dates,
my silence of past not a breath I can take
my disarray to disarray for them to come say it to face.
Me blind making that body go away.
Be it the case talk out of school to peeps who don’t even know my real name
then let people who never met a word from my brain talk shit on my name —
hippo hypercritical in the most fictional fictitious brazen ass traits.
All you flexed such status with no thought in your brain
who why you took the note for this play.
But I don’t need to convince cooks that you’re not good for your brain.
I feel your soul trying to hide and escape
and as true, the traits tomorrow will be much of the same —
Ket and his pipe blazing away
and you see my question on my perception
from this kid you all took his twisted event from life my home
the things he can never reach.
That day Jess, Cohen, and Angelina thought that
with their powers combined — Captain mass tits with his drug-addict ways —
outmatch a mind you talked to, be easy to break.
That their powers combined — meth, mullet,
sociopath gimping its gimble minge more pringled now
that beaver is turning to grey through lies ambitious minds
tied to delusional traits lies on your might that just weren’t right.
My mind now your every mistake —
take your lives, not mine; it’s a price you must pay.
After defeat after defeat,
came back with the same tactics,
and each time got shown a new light.
Even with names that never existed in your life,
I read through your individual mannerisms.
They are permanently burnt into my mind.
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Fuuuck that 📷📷📷
I am well into the 2nd half of my life on this earth, and I have learned that dying is inevitable. No one can stop it. We have one life to live. The material things we invest in are left behind. Memories, therefore, are important.
So, I'm going to start a "Reunion of Friends". The idea is to see who reads a post without a picture. If no one reads my post, this will be a very short experiment.
But if you are reading this message, make a comment using a single word about how we met.
After that COPY this message on your wall, and I will also leave you a word.
Please, don't leave a word and then not bother doing the second thing.
Let’s go 📷

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Well, I’m not a big copy and paste type of fellow, as I do enjoy writing my written, but if you don’t mind, I may take this template and mould it into my words, with a little of me in it, ahaaaa

| And probs won’t be as inviting or understanding, nor will the people I expect to reply have any material things
well, except their exterior skin, which is partly from consuming vast arrays of material things.
Truth be told, the earth doesn’t want it,
but there ain’t no room in hell for all that material skin. |
| And the WORD I shall leave for you is ...

Angelina’s-beaver,

As all in all sole creator of jelly rolls her First, born methstake also recruiter of jelly rolls from the Huntfield Heights Hackacham housing division
so she the creator borns pure bred jelly and two rolls, shedding her own jelly rolls,
only to roll recruit hundreds of jelly roll people, then charged them for her time to teach rolling jelly hoes that ain’t how the foam rolls. |

| And she ain’t doing shit for you or those rolls but hey,
it’s cool, she keeps preaching those goals and flicking her minge and on it goes.
So no, these be not the people I would choose in favour over an object that is material,
and that’s being serial as serial
As those three little pigs that do really bad things,
hide behind the eyes, all you bring a song that you all sing.
So I’m keeping my material and all it brings, bye now people that once tried to hide in my eyes as friends, family,
motherfuckers, even helped the devil steal my kid.