the last in the rap trilogy twangdillo, mother fuck! so when im set to lose i head to premier to get some booze, vodka, beer or even sours pre drink in a hour time for a shower treat em mean to keep em keen over to my other bitches in court 15 burnt at freshers bitch, still healing left me feeling like more of a loner than when george toner tried to bone her get me a corona thought i was a moaner, but still we tried to kiss a guy and he threatened to kill me said he'd get his boys down to court 12 but he kept himself to himself needed space in the kitchen so i moved some shelves i'm steeper than steep hill taller than gudgeon cos we could do this for hours and hours rain or showers i wanna do cooking in a field of flowers you're gonna look smaller than jeremy beadles other hand brothers man i love you guys we put the mental in sentimental cooking with lentils hasslin down to lidls sun or drizzle stocking up on beans keeping the girls keen i wanna get smashed but im strapped ! for cash stuck in playing balderdash fucking up my answers and my chances with that girl, mitigating circumstances is that cheese or resin, what?
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