Friday, July 2, 2010

114th- The shit that i go through.

I'm running out of time.
No time to put rhymes and my blog ain't fine.
Rhymes are in my mind, but not in my bloodline.
If i told you i ate hate then life would be a buffet for me to dine.

Why are indians so funny?
Coz they absorb laughter like how they absorb heat when its sunny.

Racial jokes poked cause i'm a hypocritic racist.
Prejudice or not, this shit's a product of a lyrical artist, bitch.

I'm looking ugly
on the outside, but on the inside i'm looking lovely.
Somebody tag this please.
I'm getting no peace wif porn pics, i nid taggies.

~Fuck shit. My facebook ain't lit fer me to get rid of shit that i spit. Facebook ain't working.

Jerking off at...
8:06 PM