>>936948070
The fed he glo, but now I know, his name is Joe, my rhymes they flow, I have to go, into the dark, it's where they glow and now smells deep in my hole, the essense of my soul, Blacked, have me whacked, smoke de cracked, butt cheeks he clap, as I watch my white girl's crotch, he take my wrist-watch and sell for more drug, and it bug, me, that she smug for he, not I, as I die and cum lands in my eye, and I cry for she cream for him not for what I my eye spy... (bends over and releases a deadly mixture of anualar gasses and green burrito smoke from my pantaloons towards the audience.)
>*HHEEYYAAAAHHĤHHH *APPLAUSE*