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 Solid Log
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THC Poetry
From a real stoner G
I quit the gang slang when I lit up them thangs man
I in it to win it with the suntan
I licensed and I slice some bullshit up
I’m in the cut to duck the struck
Who don’t give a fuck
I tuck one on in the waist
About face the outer space crew who laced who drew the gun
As placed with the stung everyone hum and smoke a ton
I for it to floor the gas numb as ass virgin
Like a surgeon I burn in the turn then
I get it again and flight did end
With mushrooms I bend
Bent in n-dimensions
I bet the rent son to the gun hum
I get strung?
Never that I speak a snake tongue and run down the street
Like grease lightning
I smoked DMT
Had the vision of the Ganja Tree growing in every garden
Don’t get hard when the lens enters the mend
I spend my days lighting up Js
I sight the in tight gun sprays it might fight against the current whence
I murder hit off the serve it fit
To do that shit
I write an exit piece to cease fire on the Gaza Strip retire
I flip the sight I twitch on Meth and step back up to the Ganja
Wrench the bomber into intense with no drama
I just got the bomb here to steer clear of the fascist right wing
I sight the thing and disarm it might sting I charm with the ring
The lesson of the profession
Flow best when I smoke the fresh sticky nugs
Just dried out thugs that tie dye out
Give a shout out to the herb that’s word
I serve further than further
Relax on a burner tax the smooth move learner
For the burn through crew on Psychedelic drew
The Demon
In Denim
Demonstrated for THC it’s great and
I can’t wait to inhale
I bail on the stale cracker of Whitebread rapper
My chapter closed and I flows
I show the row of the crop nonstop
To hydro inside I glow under lights and ignite
The buds
Flip in the cuts and shuts out the squares fronts on wares
To the warehouse down south with the mouse
I run it to town for the down beat
To rock a sheet I drop in the street
Busted a peep in the sleep
Cold keep the creep for flow fleet
I mic this and like this till I cheat
And back Iris
Of the eyeball I did the crawl
I bit the install for the following
Hashish swallowing
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/22/23 04:25 PM)
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You need to stop challenging these motherfuckers man
Yell out Shaolin and dice up the slice with edge weapon
Crept in the back with the stacks no slack
I write raps that cap
The flow taxed
With max in the back
I hold sack
About to smoke some black lung to hope it’s a ton of guns
In every ten pounds around the front scrounge
In the lounge I flip hound dog mounds of waste in the case
It takes place with the taste for Ganja bomber
All drama caused the farmer to close up shop except for Pot
Smoke on the dot 420
My mind got ain’t nothing funny with gun heat
Down the street I write this complete license
To analyze violence I roll dice in it twice
Roll the finish with slice like in tennis
I mic up the menace
And smoke a Ganja Cigarette no threat bet
You could clean it or scream it
Iced out on the 18 lift
The cream exit for stress lit
The breakfast of Mexican Pot
Get shot at and robbed
For sacks I hit the block and tacked jobs
For the slack
Attack mobs
Will you scrap? You down for that?
Hobble all will the gat fumble
Tumble into the trap
The Psychedelic freed their minds intelligent
To hit the blinding lights of the giants
Behind fist everyone missed
I sight a crisp intent
I’m bent on black exempt
I flex for straps that kept with the max
On tracks bullets fly in the stacks up high
I fiend the blacks on die exact
With the rhymes
I take flight on Ganja and chill
I’m an Acid Tab Hustler
Yes. An Acid Tab Hustler
I only get the clean Acid
At last kid I sliced the slash slid
Roll the dice into trash slept with tracks you bite
I ignite on the Tabs it’s fab and right to the lab I examine
The Acid I get blasted on
I seen and heard a song on the bong smoke
I toked it and provoked it to choke the throat slept
On Assassin with the blade straight in
You got to wait for them to send it
On Acid I bent the Assassin task and meant
The blast flipped on the Acid
Mastered that and slack hit the last tab of Acid
I meant it for you get your ass kicked by Psychedelic
You get jealous of my head
So I spread red blood around
So you could sound like me so G
On LSD
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/22/23 06:19 PM)
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Solid Log
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I smoked Crack Cocaine while peaking on LSD
The Fragrant Crack lit up a bouquet that snapped
My brain from intact into split hit the dips with trips
The LSD proceeded to rip my trip up
I sit the sit ups
That’s big bucks on megablast that Fast
I write the task for glasses of plastic Glocks
That’s fastened to the box the Acid came in
I explain to men my Crack Cocaine had bitten
Was the bane of resistance to the medicinal effects
Of Sex
I write the text so I could flow lex entertain
They roll sets in between bets yo I gotta flex on honey
WIth gun heat I run the street
They always say on Methamphetamine
So I light up an LSD Dream
With the Crack Cocaine Scream in the black flow lean
Over the team I assembled I trembled and shook
I’m a good cook so I took the hook bait to relate
To straight edge siphon off my brains dead in the lane
That’s twice to triple sledgehammer ripple on the banner
I had to explain the Crack Cocaine Manner
Liquidate
I hit it up like a siphon
With the hyphen I meditate till late in life when I die
I try to set the blade aside for the way in the ride
To hide inside the flame kindled bride swindled
For the spindly growth that soak most in drug coats
But I float above my rubber a lover love
I tug the heart strings sing apart screams and lean into beams
On the LSD I light a Tree I get it in sight so I could read a mind
Like from behind I got the blind one here
I steer clear and ear to ear grin for the sin I see and let be
Cause I have to I can’t reach out and grab you shake you bake you
All break crews off who soft right now I’m soft on Ganja
I like the bomb keeps me calm
I Soldier from the Ganja Farm I split the yarn past the arms that harm
I cycle for the star in the light pull up your guard
I hit hard but can’t be seen I smoke Yard lick ice cream
Split the scene when I see the Dragnet attracted like magnet
To the drug fest Why I do my drugs best alone or with crew
Who flip fool
I grow hundreds of kinds of Cannabis for flow
The gun crime is low
We sum of rhymes that blow up the spot real hold on that’s cold dawn
Frozen lawn all the gnomes lit their bones and phoned on the Golden Crown
To get down I lounge hit up the scrounge for the crumbs to dust as drugs
But we hit it up set bet that’s thugs
I light a spliff when shit gets tense between the different sets I reach
Tentative agreement to cement we heat vent the beat bent
Around shocked the ground like a four pound I got the hounds released
Hunt you down deceased with the crease for fold all up your beast
Why I like Sativa?
It’s magical like a demon skull I null I got the pull the wool over Soldier full
I cold called a roller for the par up to star stay lit ajar with the flame
In the game you at risk with the dangerous
I can smoke as much Kief Sift as the lungs seek
Each week I buy new seed to try on my farm I get high
I don’t alarm some gun shy and lit the eye
I like things kind and peaceful
I’m a Ganja head from the East pull red ego dead
Psychedelic
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/22/23 10:56 PM)
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Early Chronic Buds
I slip a slice no drug
Dub is rub off the subscribe
To get live later
To all the haters I light up a Spliff J Word
I hit the bird up
As a third duck
The knuckles cracked from the sack that’s black
Lit intact off the map with the rap
I clip the stacks to attach to my master
I hasta black your cancer
The last word was heard much Faster than a Verb
I sight the nerd
Give them the heard about round town town for the further crown
I serve you round lit the lounge on the ground for pounds
Of Pot Cocaine choke explain why Cocaine is dangerous
But the flame adjust until I bust on Coke Smoking Freebase
Lit the laced spaced the bass for flakes off of soft the case cost
The way of the sauce for floss to hip toss
Mix the raw with Chronic Buds jaw hinge squeak
I reek of the smelly to hell I be fell free like a Ganja Tree
I light it excite it with G
I P a C
Other Drugs
Are not like Ganja thugs are on the synthetics and let it spread like blood red
I on the Dead Tour following the Grateful I sunk my weight in Pot
Through the blood stains I got
I got shot at and stabbed crabbed a rapper bad
My sap sour
In an hour I’ll tower on the power of LSD
I light up a Tree after see the plea deal anyone can feel
I get the real sequence
In defense my specs are dangerous I don’t flex or either or have sex
I clock checks in the stock send the box bend for talks said words
Thirds and birds light absurd with the Verbs I lock a swerve
Talk a nerve up to rot I got some Pot in my sneaker
Some Gang made drugs in beaker the slang rang for each there
I keep up on drugs I analyze minds and crimes criminals blind
It’s original what I find
I get the literal signed my record deal I peel rhymes
Steel designed for the kill and still ill until we legalize Cannabis Worldwide
When the hos slept
The tears are wept
The bullets crept in
All Points Bulletin
Ton of the guns for fun stun the set
I bet an extra heavy threat from pulling Techs
Beginners get mixed up with drugs
A thug drinks Water to offer the softening Psychedelic Washing in
The basin it takes place in the USA every day
Every Sun Ray in play leads to the display of Digital Array
Of cables fades full the days pull and tug on the heart strings
In a fog the mind turns cogs the bullets did their job
A crew gets served and on and on and on
I licensed strong with Ice when I’m on
I ring the bell Ding Dong
I hit King Kong with my glass bong
Soldier gone from Water
The slaughter offered can’t compensate for the song I play
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/24/23 07:31 PM)
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Crossing back and forth over the double yellow
Gets the jello mold to squiggle
I fist full of the whole desert makes it work
Don’t lose your shirt or get your face shoved in the dirt
All you need to hurt people is fists no equal
I’m refined and wrap sequel is behind and with the heat pulled
I reach solid mark as shark
Park my stark up in the hardest place to ace
Flipped the bass for taste that takes the space ache
I taste the faded of blood decayed in the sprayed plug
With the Ace of Spades Card displayed hard
Up on Sun Rays and on guard I relax a shard
Of metal is all it takes to settle into the brain and cause pain
I release refrain with the chain that control the lane
The blame is on beginners who break and tear no winners
I get the figure eight straight rich or poor I cake
Flipped it bake skate on hate
Release the dinner date to inflate the currency
All you saw was blurry on weed with blood bleeding
Now conceding defeat on the Street
Most people’s Gong Fu
Is easy to permeate
Wrap it sap the twitch backwards
A trap burned into the map blurred
Within heard the bird
Witnessing the thing that bring the gasp
Recite class back when I flipped the task
A million times people ask
Will it work in combat?
I got the bomb relaxed
Fill in acts of violence with the silence of my style in the mind file in
I get behind wrap around take it the the ground
Lock joints on point
Is the best I could do
With my fresh mind on the Ginseng Brew
I caught a drug related scenario
Buried way below zero degrees celsius and freeze
I light breeze wind
As my Trees begin to burn I learn
I take turns with my reefer to smoke the coast is clear word
I got the bird turned around to sound the pounds of pot
Office got a lot to strut the cut
That slice in the ice and I got it twice as the fight ends I recommend
Meth to death but the last chance crept to slept on the bong hits
I flight along trips is in my right mind to switch
Off the kind of licks that blind most as the floats
On air scare the kids who beware of Acid
I kicked the casket shut just like they butt
I peel in strut that enough isn’t
My business as the Wizard
I tore a blizzard Ice Storm before morn
I like the swarn enemy of the DEA
I make them look gay
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/25/23 12:46 AM)
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I got a chop shop in AL
With a blender the way sell
I defend with ear to ear for fear
I steer clear of the near for the sear
All this rear view
All skewer crew to the fear drew in
I stew in the ruin
I got blue to through bend
I tend to splendid relax defend kids
Off the tense rappers hit the fence
Relax the immense spend the ends
Cut budget that tends to rub it in
We on credit why I said it
Get your bread flipped
All dead lift the weights great strength
To the stank I got the bank
Flipped the rank out the sank
How much I drank
I got the skank hos with dank flows
In rows with the swipe the mobile phones
Grand custom that does Sun
Off the wisdom wax like prophylactic
I spazz hit off the track ripped gats out the hands
Seen sands bleak on desert week
Speak of the geek I flip the heat
When I meet one with heat gun
I release run the weed from the numb
I strum it hit the lung and I sung sang
Rung rang with the thang
I got it copy hang the topic street slang
That reach around the understand
The heat come from underneath the speak
Of the devil we got treble and bass
Flipped the case for outer space
I got the fades with sprayed all over the place
Frayed rope in disarray to cope
With fully automatic spray no joke
Smoke a puff
Smoke a bowl
Puff a J
Roll a OZ
Cop a pound from around
You could grow into the sound for flow
A lot of people need it still
I grew up reeking of the smell
You could tell in hell
It ain’t just as well
I swell with bankroll
I got the tank rolled over the thank you swoll
All answer to the War on tour with the score
The War is over for Soldier who gold there
Chop block and stare till you scare
I hit the DARE program up
To control and struck
Sold your cold for scold for the bold
You’ve been told warned and sure enough
Drawn into the War to the core
The mixmaster pour the liquid
Scored the season tickets
To skeez that passed it
Triple Acid
I’m so high I can fly
Rip the time off the clock to stalk
Branch leaf root stem shoot
Release the scoot
The way is the crew slay to do the play
All loot earned gets burned
With my churn with muscle learn to hustle?
You busted ya’ll trust in the clock
That shock you to solid rock you out yo shoes
When you eat mushrooms
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/25/23 09:07 AM)
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Smash a triple gold leaf
With the Acid hammer
Get your program steered around 180 degrees you starbound
Flip the lounge you might see the sound
For the ground state you bound to relate
I Eddie up the 8 ball for weight tall
On Acid Tabs that’s mom and dad coming for you had
Your ton of true story flipped the glory of ages
Turning pages days turn to strange ones
When you flame your own buns
Get deranged with guns
Sway with tons of Sun Rays that’s bet it sum stays for the funds
That plays in this tight fist remain to be dissed just might
Flip the lid on Acid
I teach the homies how to fight
I learned how to fight and pass it on right
Fighting is the right thing when the stun sings
I dust off wings
I tight this with the flights I take and bake
We used herbs get it straight
With burns on the plate I learned to skate through crews
We flip the blues
Rip the tunes
Hip up on new moons
The Earth rotates I float the weight sacks
I make the max out of Dragon
With the plans dangling in front of chance
Why I only teach homies
I get stoned like a zombie
My heart throb on G
To stop the seed from creating the hate I’ve seen
Dating me as the OG
Tai Chi is the spice of life
Most other exercises give you angry Chi
I like to flow water free
Every seed needs Tai Chi
To grow, flow
And reach a peak of Relaxation
Happiness
Pure Bliss
We drink herbs
Word flow
As hard as a nerve hurt
I lift the work
I make it to take Qi into circulation
I stake my heart on the charts
Of the healing arts
To help people start healing
Peeling back layers of ill feeling
The Medicine will circulate the Chi then
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/25/23 09:30 PM)
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Hollywood
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We drunken off fine malt liquor
I store your stick up hands in the air
Like you the rapper here I sear
The mic into the rear of the hype
I swipe a type that right on the song
To prolong fist in the air flow on
My live show strong I bit the prolong
To go got it on the tour wax magnetic
With checks that reflex you get beheaded
Rejects are infected with venom
I spit poison in the face and ace real splendid
Let this funk be a lesson before you dead end
And stay fresh and without a care you a player
Burst the gat
I ice out with my Nikes out
I route around the sound type down
For the lights out
I shot them
Got them dead
Now all you saw was red
I get Deadhead Grateful
Pull up a plateful
I hate pull on the mic stay full up on ice
Ice is nice
I ninja twice as inventor
On the rap epicenter
I adventure
Score your dental there
My rental air out
The Fentanyl player
I’m bout to get lit
Off some 90s trip
I move real quick
Lightning
Exciting on a stage
I pull a page from your book
You understand I flip a grand
Serve you with my hand
I’m in command
I soared as planned
Up high into the sky
So don’t ask why
I just tripped a guy who ripped one in the Eye
I busted a fly
Just as they die
I lift the cry
I mic it like pie with ice cream
This jam is pumping something
I hit em up Ghost
Tripped a slow pace Ace
I chase the grace of God
Like a job I done
We one
I license to hype in this fly whip
I roll dice my brains drip
Out the plains
Of the USA
To the Grand Canyon
I’m landin’ on top of a station wagon
I Dragon
Lit the flag and then
Proceeded to jam
It’s who I am
I like this nice trip on some ice and sweat
I Mr. Nice I crept got a slice
Tonight of the Vanilla Ice
I love to shoot hoops
Play a flute
Whistle tunes
That fist full of cash
Release the balloons
It’s a shootout at high noon
Rhymes they blew out
Now it’s all about rhymes
For times like this my eye is on bleed cry
Yes indeed
I’m too fly
When the bass kicks the place up a notch
I clear scotch tape my peace to the block
Shock
Clock that I went Gold and Platinum in Rap
I sold the map to the exits
To check hits with the sledgehammer
Breakfast on the Banquet
I stank trick a blank Crip
With the sex drip
I clock the next bit that locked
So all I did was I hit it up the business
To dust
I ripped until I hit with the silencer
My gun caused violence
Until I just sit there
Take off my shirt chest bare
I’m blessed by airwaves
These days radio paves the way
To the decay I mix a gutter with the number
I slumber wonder under one of those flows
I frozen
Kick my toes in even
I ain’t goin’ nowhere just bleedin’
For real so head to toe
I sealed
Written this one for the peoples
I get around
I get a round shot a lot
The head down to chalk outline
It’s about time
I dust out find the twice shot bullets up the block
I fully lit with the chop shop with the blender
I send air
Fully out a player
I stare into space and ace the place
Flip the bass for a taste
Trip the Ace
Set up the case then display
Like Sun Ray
My rhyme is made of hay
Say moo cow I barn down to the town hit up a rodeo clown
For some gunpowder sound like thunder
I wonder one under the thumb
Got to some
Some numb
I stun so when I flow from the sum
I come out to rung out
Like I dugout
I from bout it to Sun down kid
I caught a live show
MC blowing below the whole thing stole
The show bring the thing
It swang like a gang that stang
What’s his name?
I guess I can’t complain so I stain
Blood Red Records for check it
I never flex hit
To wreck trip
Everything is trip till everyone lit
I light a mic like strike up a match
I height in this batch
Of goods from the backwoods
Servin’ could the hoods out of town down come to crown?
I doubt it so now I shout it out loud
I could stand a sound that’s profound
I lit the ground shook
I was reading a book about herbs
My head swerved
I lit the curve and blew it
Flew right through it just to do it
Like Nike
I bring a flight for free I’m tight G
I drink Water a lot I fold a lot
I like Water
I cured my PTSD and that’s extra clean
I steam clean
Like this with between the mic gripped flow so it bring
The extra Psychedelic Relic I gel it
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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I was just dealing drugs
And smuggling drugs into our country
I lunch meat seen the scene like Green Party
All I move is Bricks of Hashish to start the party
Like the last reefer you touched
We all need it again as such
I quit smokin’ and I broke into the evidence room in the system
I trick ten mil to find another victim I chill
Like this with a rifle
I style the type on piles of lit this mic in my grip
Tighten it while I write it cold thick in the style trip
Yep
I only touch the Cannabis
Everyone a fan of this
Even Police and Customs
Why they don’t rush sons when all then guns coming through
Is stunning fools who pack tools
I seen the golden rule in school
I’m just chill like this license I tiger striped bet
My flight left the tight step on the crept
On these rhymes people slept easy tonight
I mic up the slightest twitch of methamphetamine Glitch
You got the magic trick that steam
Lift in the extreme
I smoke Ganja Green
With a small jar of Ganja
You don’t blow up tear up or wear truck jewels down with stuck
In the ruckus buck this I truck ditch the suck a spliff
Luck that riff I tight grip running tight ship
I might gift a bud to you if you crew
I knew you blew up the spot true
I elevate on the smoke to shake down for tokes
To the break of dawn breaker breaker yo I’m on some
I gone one from the song sung I cough up a lung
Release the shock strung off reefer
I bottled it like throttle get set with goggles jet
Up the street to see the meet the street sweep
Widows weep cause their thug died on Methamphetamine
Why I light the scene with Green Bud
My Green Blood
Released a thug to truck run the duck the herbage pluck hits
That’s word to exist on the trip I smoke a puff and split
I lit the truck rope hit the Pot smoke got it shocked and broke
Off this I throw ice in the mode like Mike Tyson
I real nice and I slip slide I seen the ride and fried
Now I smoke Ganja again word can’t be denied my pilot license
How I blend burned
My cap makes people swerve
I busted a U on a wounded move in the groove
Stew the crew up to the new cuts shut the schoolroom super fuel
Pool cool I fuel light this duel
Mic this type twitch Cement invented to sent it
You could bet I skid slid in
I mic this up till men hype in the under the care of stare
Fleet trip and you dare pip squeak I got the geek receding
Bleeding offa feeding toss this beating
In the back seat and I freak the see the thing
Glisten listen yo my fist and fold gold for told that story by born heat
In the Street I can eat I got cold feet that slice through concrete
I might defeat the man and I got the master plan
Understand?
It’s how a crew land that manage the damage
I got the baggage check claim with the reefer maintain
All the seek your bleep cuss words absurd that flushed third
Down the toilet Water spoiled it now I’m a check on low oil check
I toil in the flex I got a real Tech 9 and release blind
That deceased kind
I don’t mind flyin’ but dyin’ isn’t for me I spark a tree
With my heart in the farthest G
I arc with the keys dark spit the stark make it or break it
Take it to the chest and cough and cough take baby steps
Till you got the reflex
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/26/23 11:38 PM)
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Herbals
Crews swerve
You can hear the bells
Struck a nerve pluck some words out the tongue
For licensed strung
My lungs are Cannabinoid Coated
I floated tasks past the voted relapse
A Soldier jacks cold for your raps unfold
A tortoise moves slow and so you know
Wins the race for the case out the place
I’ve tried Freebase Cocaine
I strike in the lane hype
Will it maintain?’
Reach the brain you rush
I load and flip mode
I squish the toad venom for denim
Relax end practice for the latch to twist master this rap exist
Off the track the crews bit on wax for servin’ tax
I might have to blast
If I see cash I caught a Water Fast
Order that past the slaughter
That’s affordable I ask for sacks
Of Ganja grown in the zone
For the phone to pick up I sick of cut that strut
Like a pickup truck you out of luck
For a crush
That lack the sack in fact I seen a crush black
For rap I tack
Master maximum to the cap it hum
Like sum
I strung off black that fact I trap a blade clash with renegade
Off the played
My poison hands are in demand
I toil on the landscape to bring it grapes for wine
I flow fine with a roll 9
I told your kind that bold off the chime
Strolled into Gold and Sold
I like my Veggies
Relax and impact the head with ease
Like this breeze this type of disease I ease into
I been through what crew center and enter
Trance for the glance remember
The lack of sack
But I brought it back and Maxed the Maximum with the cobwebs cleared
I seared some and like tear from the stung
People act weird and Sun Blaze with Sun Rays
For days in the back plays like Water
I caught a court order to sort through torn crews
I shoot for impact and chill relax with a sack of shrooms
All like this the type that get new to from the stew I rung true and sum guns
I brought in a tax
For the land for contraband
All sacks of Ganja are taxed
In my Castle I Fast oppress the people
We reach through the steeple
Led the Church Ceremonies
Why you should beware of phony governments
I tax you and lovin’ it!
I lived near a State Park
I flipped bark in the snow and went below zero
For I hero I jogged the trails raw and rugged
Off drugs lift the subject
Thrift? Never like this I trip for free
Hunt shrooms in the Sun soon as the Sun come up I run up
With a razor blade and plastic bags
They clip the toe tags for the misidentified
Yes you can die picking shrooms
I like the Psilocybin zoom in lens
When it arrives I make ends
Everyone needs trips
For bong rips and flip the dips
Legalize Cannabis and Shrooms
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/27/23 06:43 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,417
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 35 minutes, 12 seconds
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We scored
The Meth dealer cored a four wheeler to steal bones
I drugged
I plug the thugs up with my grills
I’m ill
Everyone was afraid to grill but I chill
Vertical
I bust a billion I millions killin’ children with drugs
I pulls and tugs
On heart strings throb and dart scream
Past the parts that seem ridiculous
Pee Pee stream comes out the penis
I mean this just as the cleanest
I behave get my beans and thus
The Genius did bust
Trust that
Like Starship Galactic
I snapped a track back
Further than the map
Word up
I’m sacked up
I black with the bad luck
I stack murder pluck as act
Might as well master that
I hafta cap
So I strapped
With the max lift exact
I racked up the axe that swung
Was fun to do as hung
Drew his come off the flew his stung
Murder one
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/27/23 08:30 PM)
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Where nothing makes sense
Tell us what you do
In the past tense
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To be alive is to die
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,417
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 35 minutes, 12 seconds
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Give me
3 Sheets of LSD
And 10 Pounds Of Sativa
Reefer
And I reach the core
I beat up more
I seat up explore
For the heat up
I street cut
Like a mean motherfuckin’
I just ruckus and buck
I pluck got the clucks
I on Acid
Flipped the task like Long Beach
Each Reefer I smoke
When I don’t choke
Makes me broke up
The Ganja I toke up
I get why hopes up
As I soak in dope struck
Become as a burner
Much further than the twists and turns
I earn
Lit this like blind
Why I’m litmus like diamond
I find it with the time slid past
The grass cashed a fashion out
Of the sash with the class cut asses out
I trashes the South
With the mountain of doubt for the North
I lit the torch and stormed the Olympics from my porch
I got the morgue filled
Bodies drilled with holes
Rolls on the floor laughter
Each chapter designed for the hereafter
I plaster the cut faster than slut
The disaster with the nut
I bust on want that strong like bong hits
My mind in a fog I rinse
Dish the spinach and hit it
It’s a sin isn’t it?
That I mix in the tricks with spud
All hum the tone increase the Peace?
Haha
Grease is the word when you burned
I lit it learned
Turned up the cut to serve as smut
Reach the Porn World
I hurled insults at the adults in the industry cult following
Swallowing the thing
I just ring sing the championship ring with the binge
Of the bitches
I stitches up cuts that truck as fuck call what’s this?
I stunned cinch
I Lynch up the hinge squeak but the rust turned metal to dust
I trust that
Rollin’ Fat Cat that’s Platinum just an extension of Operation Fastball
All I call Water
I got the order to retort through the slew with the gun drew
Like who?
I lit this whole crew who get schooled on the street like they feet
Itch like athlete
I speak martially not partially I’m hard to key up I smoke Trees Buck!
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/27/23 10:21 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,417
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 35 minutes, 12 seconds
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He flew around all night on Meth drinking juice drinks
To death this flew clue kept with swept up
Let’s not get tough and rough
We all seen Meth and Glug
After charging to a thin margin of extreme
He lit up the Water gleam
Catch on Fire
Ball and you retire is all I’m sayin’ with the way in the Sun Rays then
I pick up my pen to serve them like men
Swerve in the lane like tend
To bend warp twist
The Meth does this for sure? Sweat came from before the Wet Up
I said tucked one called Gun
And service from the stung I hum
I don’t want to trip on anyone
So I set it and head off into the setting Sun
Everyone run from the end
Self Defense skills pay the bills around here yo
Do the Ganja Dance
With your body working get the turn the thing to burn
I burn the spot with learned the shot
What? Who got the Pot?
I got a lot
A hella
I need it again to turn into Jello
All I say is Hello
I flow swell flow to the tippy toes
With flows like this
I mic up stitch the cut
What’s this?
Oh that’s Meth
I got on a Meth Cap
I seen the raps beam on like it to hype with
I’m a cinch for some Herb that type twitch
Called it nerve I lit it swerve through the curves
All I know is this fire burn
You can turn keys and unlock Gs on the Weed
I produce on Speed but we all bleed
In the sum I like this from Flower Power
Take the shower
Sift the flour
Bake the cake
Make it Great
Tip the scales
Like pale in comparison
All my crew got Ganja for the marriage then
I max then from the cloud when
I shout out to the tree stump
I pump the lyrics of the lid of grass
I tripped on the tree stump in the past
And now I cut class
I flipped the ash off the cigarette
No sweat I roll bet on any Tech
Or any kind of firearm
I got the AK and fully auto
I thought so
You caught below
Taught you throw rug
To hold a drug is to blow
Chug the hold on
Too cold dawn
I prolong the sold song
For after the bong hits
And more trips Please!
You bow down to your knees
If you flow the OZ of shrooms
You put on the ground and reach the sound
Decibel level so high you wish you instead pull
Off the bong all day long
I lit my head and fled the scene
I’ve tried a little LSD
Great for poetry
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/28/23 03:06 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,417
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 35 minutes, 12 seconds
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I tripped some shrooms I picked
I lightning quick fixed on the target
Brought it back to the lab
To dissect after washing
Got all the law to bring the jigsaw
I trouble to bubble that flip raw
Like Hubble Telescope
I went for broke I need to toke Ganja Again
See a little trip
I ripped the flip already
I flow steady
And maximum with the acts backward
That bastard blurred the 31st of the month
To pull a little stunt off
I shot the gun off in the face of the
Punk ass soft but trying to boss with a gat
I flipped the Methamphetamine stat
I fiend
For produce and weed
All I did is bleed
I receded into cracks
To trip acts
Flack vests
Chest protection
I section
I reflect back
I stack the Acid
I Fast with the gat spend
A day in play
Reach around grab the downtown
Ass plow
To the last cow that foul
I sound all ill
But really I’m nice on Ice
I chill
Grow Ganja back until
The cycle recycles
And I got a bicycle
That icicles hang onto
I Gong Fu
Internal
WIth my Double Dragon Frost Sword
I win awards for my forms
Soft Cold Ball is all you saw
I got a job to hum a sung song as guns drawn
People react to the black steady as heavy
I got a truck Chevy
Flipped the dead heat
So sweet I tracks I defeat right on the maps complete
In my back seat I serviced the fleet
I eat beef skin of my teeth
Like this good grief I soul to release
Some deceased with the crease I ate a feast
Blasted back that stack that max for tax relapse
I chill and heat straps
Realize facts are all black in my all black sack
I relief and right back with grease
I feed the geese in the park I’m stark
With the hit the heart pop tart
Seen a shark devour by the hour
I got the power to tower above
We all psychic fit in the glove to mic it
I strike trips that hype twitch
I seen the sights crisp
As a tight fist
You can bite this
I just bleed and might twist
A J any day
I waiting on the hay shipment
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/28/23 04:30 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,417
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 35 minutes, 12 seconds
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Narcotics
All the task force was on the porch flippin’ corkscrews
Caught blues in the shoes to lose
And pay dues lit this cruise
Down the block stalk like a monster hip hopster
I hit up a lot of soda pop with the Glock in my hand
When I brand I land
Seeking demand for the product the law shuns as top shelf
With wealth I seen material stealth as here we go again
I slice up a ten speed bike and I hype
A tricycle would be nice I rock the ice and dice
Roll dice pay the price to gamble with life
Take my advice
Live your life fully
Don’t let a bully push you around or to the ground
Learn how to fight ignite on sight when you in the right
And fools be jibbin’ and jabbin’ like a tight one
I sight with the gun the sum rung out the come from
They spun
I drop a ton to lock and load sung the Glock in the mode
To shock the whole patrol straight out of their soul
I moved some shit around
Root into the ground I walk to and fro crew so slow
I blow up the folds
Untold how Gold went Platinum
They scatter grams of Cocaine and plain understand from
The damn son!
I cancer answer the hands brung the rock and roll
When I stroll down the block patrol
I like this cold to sold as bold for the mold broke
I take tokes choke on smoke and go for broke
I lifted with the hundred spokes
Flipped these jokes and hope you ain’t hopeless
I Cocaine sniff bit the lane in brain to tight crisp
WIth the right to remain silent
I’m not violent
Why I service with a smile and I work this
Dragon file on top of the pile Soul Child
Problem ride inside one gun that chop the hung
Rock real strung
I stung and blacken my lung straight back in with the Gun
I strike you like the Sun Rays that Blaze and you look amazed
I’m a speed freak
I lightning to teach the fight bring the wing
With rigid on command digits expand until circular wing span
Throw them hands
I soul of it to cold cut the told bum off the cigarette I pack a Tech 9
I release soul food why I’m fine to tip a diamond to see it eye been
Sped up to dead cut
This shit is so intense all I seen is self defense with the gleam
Of Military
Really scary to most but I’m martial proposed
As an antidote to cope with gun smoke
Flipped the coat that soaked I broke
The Soldier’s throat almost instant I smoke Meth witness the flex
I check and wreck the section with frisky hit heat beat down the Street
I like to smoke Weed
Fuck Meth I had enough of the Adrenaline Family stuff
Chill in a Nutmeg Keg and break a take a megabomb too calm
All Soldier’s arm is seen in a charm that ceiling alarm
To steal the real thing make your peels ring
I wield Steel
Sing!
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/29/23 12:52 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,417
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 35 minutes, 12 seconds
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Sale as the Sold!
Rewind Gold tracks as I untold of acts
Relapse on drugs I want it for the rub backwards
So I smoke buds and lit the track dub up
The cut so I strut I like this in the cut
I release the peace as deceased die in the East coast
I flip some cocaine in the catching brain I’m hip to blood stain
Straight down the drain in the lit lane can’t complain
Lit this flame I tight to witness the hype maintain such distance
From the inchworms I lit burn and turn the World
I surely can’t be the answer to Chi
I like this for free I tight this will in ski I bite hits
Rewrite history as in sight twist
You might get dissed
I compacted the car safe as a par for the course tank force
Flipped the morgue
Realize sword got you cored I’m on tour
Hit the floor is all we got hot as Ganja rock it
Up the block fifth and I’m frozen
I show the flows and I roll in THC for me and everybody to Chi
Baller
Yo she gonna flip her digits on you
Straight money
Tore up the Street
Just with the beat
I like this heat
I glorify sweet things candy cane and reefer brings you to see things
Like this with tight grip
Someone slipped up lit a little truck up
I seen as such as touch
The place with the bass
Strung out the Ace
Like this necklace I’ fresh with jewels
Light these duels between crews
Flipped them fools
We type to twist up reefer cool is the teacher
Meet your maker and take her to the place word
Just like a bird you get burned
Why I flip this 33rd
I struck a nerve
And tucked while I swerve
I tore a martial piece
And flipped loops with my grease
I trip to it to through it
Right to it
So I smooth rip the digits
I get frigid cold ball
Sword is all I core to the fall
Word to install
I ripped it all when I follow the bird hollow
That’s word
I call shows flows and wallow in the undertow as flow
Flipped them in a row
I swerve around slow as glow
WIth this I mic up the trip it come from below
Man
I service the scan with the hold grip as cold trip can
Sold it’s sick the man
I right quick to stick up tack
Bit but the sack weight to straight rip up
Get a twist and a fate for skater
I date here to smooth skate around later
For sake of plate don’t show fear
I tripped and steer clear
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/29/23 03:21 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,417
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 35 minutes, 12 seconds
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Give us all
The Peyote Medicine
And the treasure of Ganja Lens
I float off the ends of Earth
Searching for my birth name
I aim to enlist the help of cacti
I split my axe dry with facts
Tied up in acts of psychedelic
How I tell it?
I bell and ring and sing the thing Platinum
I been back and brought a Peyote Cactus
I tripped ever since
I been rinsed
It’s no illusion I soak like food and water
I caught fools offa they tools shootin’ around
From the ground I lock a lounge and trip profound
All talk from the Hawked I screeched like chalk
Man I rocked the place from outer space
I’m a space ace and I seek the Peyote Cactus
As my face melt on Acid I’m plastic
I wrap it up tight with ignite of the facts I sight
Lack of this is the trap that twitch
I cycle the rich with hype pull off a snitch
And bust tight
I might have been there disappear into thin air
All on the ball like a player
I want to get poetic and descriptive
But I’ve never tripped a Peyote Cactus
I love being a martial artist
I hit park in this and just martyred with my Spliff
I got the gift
I remember when I started to dig people up
Then I hit the Ganja again
Gs on Ds
I had the gun in the drop with the fleeing suspect
I suspect all the homies with blown bets
Now I’m so lonely
I call on the phone to hit home
I hit home runs with my guns
I got tons of time
I wrote this on a dime I coat this drink wine one day
Like I’m supposed to slay with the lead in the blood until this pay
I run shit like gun clips in the done 6
I from the whisked away
I split down the middle for the riddle
I got the bit it off you soft
I pop and call shit dropped I full clip
With one in the chamber
I’m a danger
I flip the strange Earth tones and I need to smoke bones again
One day I’ll hook up and we all shook up
The whole crew books and runs with they guns
To see more Suns
I’m aqueous
I hit it up to adjust
I bust with the snake
Bake this cake and split the skate
Head it up date
The crew inflated
We all dead and weighted unless we skated
Hit the plate flipped the rated R
Take your par and kick it
We stick it in the trick bitch
I can’t stand a snitch
A punk ass
Fiend to get that ass to bleed
I like this demon seed
I might just trip the subject wet
I infect inspect
Hit the food truck
Every time I do I flip the fuel and duck
I got crews touched
Seen as such and hushed
I busted up the cut with this shit stuck
I just got just and buck a sucka
I pluck further to word as server
I murder hit the curve your shit is bitch
I’m gonna serve yah
I just like a got a hernia
I slip the vermin with the Weed
And the proceeds
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/29/23 11:37 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,417
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 35 minutes, 12 seconds
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We roll em hardcore
Like we was born I sworn to torn
I roll some morning without warning I’m scoring Ganja roll em up Soldier
Just as the rust on my plate outdate the playlist
You get the fade in this
The Sun Ray exist as a way to case dismissed I hit the trips up
This is a stickup
Lift those arms and turn around
I put you on the ground and you don’t make a sound
I lift the lounge mode after I escape with the Jewels and Gold
I written untold with the Spliff in it I rolled
I control all souls frozen with the glow in cold
I sold that like a bold cat that’s fat on the fence
For self defense martial art practice
I got to back hand this one bitch talking shit
Soft as a cotton ball swift I rot em all
Got the stall on phone call
I got to roll and brawl so I could start ya’ll to take part fall
Away into the Sun Ray
I just light em this way
Like moral decay I got the play in the fade the Sun Ray with the blades
I got it made with the display
Of the day
I bet I rip shit up on Hay
Psilocybin
Will inside till you glide I ride
I seen the Sun denied a Sun Fry that’s why crews can’t make it
I pick major weight each season I can make it straight
I make spore prints on paper
So I could relate to the way the mushrooms mate
I split it cake down the middle
I has to fiddle with the doo dads
I skip Streets glad to flip heat
That pants sag in the bag I tag on walls
I call of the wild
I heard they got the Psilocybin styles
I call Mega Sun
Relax you deadhead with the spread fully auto lead spray
When you come down but anyway
Crews need to fuse and stay trapped in rooms with the boomers
Call Shrooms R Us
I lightning catch the bus and right the thing right wing
As I see the Sun come I dream
I seen Methamphetamine trips on the skips there
I flip in the air to list these true as the scare feeds
Beware of the seeds
I just read the paper I say later and I’m peace out
Bumping a shot you thrust
As dust to nothing
Thus as one wing tucked
With blades rust as shade in this laid back difference I rinse
Stacks to the max got the backs toasted
I frozen with the clothes on soaking lawn
Joking wrong jokes prong the stove get warm in the morn
I storm in with no warning flips the touring I sworn in
I born in Hollywood
My life was the good life
Until I busted a knife on my mind my life was strife
I didn’t have a lot but I hooked up Pot
Ganja Cannabis man it’s been real thus
As I peel back in the cut
All I suffer such as rubber a number front on one lung there
I done square rappers as fast as they manage I do damage
I got cabbage stacked advantage
I sift through ravage the tag ends bandage
Man I dig music beats and Kung Fu Movie freaks
You seen the light?
I seen the light
I keep it tight as thumping bass drum come from the sticks swing
The drum kit did the dumb flip off one rip of Ganja
I soak in armchair beware of the gun
From someone I sung a gun hum
I done sum as the run from the ton of lead
Pull it out dead
Turn back around flip a sack and how
I ran shit downtown
With the crown I’m unlicensed
I roll dice backward as the tax flourished on the nourished
I plural hit the stove and bet I stick you in the garden grove I flex
Release the Techs
Spray the flex
Every day I rest the blade on my chest
I confess I damage and next..
I heat for savage the fleet is in the heat of the jungle
All they stumble trip rip and die
Vietnam with the guy from the Adrenaline High
It's a standoff
My hands soft from glass crafting pipes to smoke weed through device
I shot twice in the back of the head on the mic I bled
I said that like red rap
I'm fully strapped without a weapon
I get in the set then
I stress this exit the text that blade wreck displayed
Into the shade of night I flight all right
I'm tight I got the fight in me if I want to flex G
You could see my breath frosty
In the morning with the killer bee swarm I born in
The stormy weather treasure of the measure
That's down leather with the feather light tight
In this game right as distance closed on foes
Written flows with blows that shows
I roll control the Gold and Platinum
Plus up stacking Suns like ones of tons for the store to shoplift from like War
I just ignore when someone threatens
I wet in just bet in this I dis MCs flip
I rip the trip off gloss like a boss
I hit the heat toss the Methamphetamine
I call it Mag I got it in the bag
With the country slang I gang bang
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/30/23 03:59 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,417
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 35 minutes, 12 seconds
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Don’t get squashed said the farmer
He grew rows of Swiss chard
All I got is a small garden plot
But I plot big like big rig
One day I get organic
Toss out the cigarette
For a while while I wild style
Profile with the smile
I turn the dial the phone
Prone to zone Blue out the crew out that threw out
The tunes spout from me because I think harmonically
From Psilocybin Trees and Methamphetamine
But I want a nice crop of Green and LSD
I like to trip and ski the flip you read
I just bleed man
Seen Suntan
Get big bucks and run down the pace like blood with a blade
I thug in the raid I dub hand grenade up against the hey there skater!
Trip this fade here rinse
Drink immense quantities
The bomb that soften Gs
No more rotten trees
Everything grown organically
Massively on your own farm
I lit this in the barn I found the charm
In the small farm town
People ask me why I ball?
I stay fallen from the heater
Too sweet there if you unseat on a dare
I scare beware of the playas
I stay in the favor of gray areas I fade
Got these blade tracks that stay rap up the made to back up
They run away every day
I reach into the hay supply
Short leash can’t deny the beach sand between the toes as the lake froze
I take tones of voice like choice I flipped Royce Gracie
In the space case with heat I freak
My beak leaked the cement
I beam end the reinvented wheel that peel spread I wield the severed heads
It’s magical
Tragic to pull full on the bullshit
I fully quick to stick my sword in the Warlike menace
I left them defenseless
In past tense with the freshness
I ate Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner
I’m a big winner of a prize that most people despise me for
I scored
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/30/23 10:13 AM)
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