Poetry

Wigging Out

What’s the big deal I appeal to jeal and hahnaris steel
I’m Adam in the Garden of Eden
And I’m dressed to kill
Like Snoop said, I got my hand on my gun kuz they got me on the run

So yo abadough ocho dradishalacho
Ermoso coso

I spit confusing venom, like lenom I flenom
I rent em, the trailers
Mail out some mailers
Fill up with my semen your inhaler
Faggot. You can’t grasp it. So why you trying
Keep my words in mind when you are dying

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