"Shore"
Whoever do dat to me ain't dat fair.
The tube-box is still blown.
I can't cut no rhyme bout' Nothin'.
In Cyberspace, there ain't no race in da space for the place.
Dey got no dace for it anyways.
They got a generator hooked up to the sink with a foldable rusted tool that acts like a heart.
Spinning revolutionary jungle virus.
Fungus on the brain.
Fuxin' insane.
Fucked in a Faulkner Airplane.
What Were Those Words You Said?
I GOT PLENTY OF WIRES BUT NO PLYERS.
STAY THERE AND WATCH ME DRAG ON FIRES.
FROM FAULKNER FLYERS.---
love little juanita
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