THCTHCTHC
Aint touched the cronic in over a month Must be enough time to leave my blood Cause I used 2 smoke ganja once or twice Get so toasted I was higher than Jesus Christ All of a sudden the stoner relates to obi trice But I never pop the pills or inject the crack Or even sniff a line of that deadly smack So fuk THC that shit is wak Just about as bad as my bare arse crack I told myself that shit back
When I was growing up when Mary Jane was just mums name
Ginger NinjaGinger NinjaGinger Ninja
He's this one time looser that I used 2 hang wit He’s a red nut fuk and he's outa luck My fist is aiming straight for his face But my anger needs taming So I can get 2 second base Knuckle dusters on so I’ll set the pace Just wana smash him a few times In his red nut fucking face
He thinks he's a bob marley kinda stoner But infact he's just a fucking loner Aint got no bitch, hoe or tramp Just a computer connected to an amp He plays his gay porn into the night But that aint nothing to do wit our fight Drop him on his arse, blood
Life's A BitchLife's a BitchLife's A Bitch
My names Laurence my mums mable I was conceived on a snooker table Eight ball to the left pocket My dad Phil really socked it Took weeks of practise but he won the game Now the fool recons he can do it all over again
Nine months down the track Maintance bills here Took one look and wondered why it was so dear After that his bank balance became clear No fuking trip to Hawaii this year Might have to take care of this child And make sure he don’t become wild
You could say I had a shit childhood My dad the dickhead thinks it was
Bush BashingBush BashingBush Bashing
U blame me I’ll blame u Fuk this lets all blame gorge bush and his crew 4 all the poverty, sadness, pain and anguish In the world that it takes its tole Cause no amount of money can compensate 4 this soft-cock faggot wanabe dictator Tell him to get fuked and see ya later
Just like his daddy wants to start a war But he's only got the balls to pick on the poor Sadam's the target he's hiding Bin Larden It’s the oil he wants to water his garden His brains with his balls his dik in his dacks In the mouth of our prime minister Johnie Howar
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its going nowhere so fast.
ha ha ha
i go 2 skewl wit him he'z a champ tho!
how do u know him?
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man u would have heard of him.... i think.......
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a man will beg, a man will crawl, from the sheer face of love like a fly from the wall, its no secret at all
as in laurence/cabbage??
that lovable roguish fellow who struts around on his motorbike with slicked back hair and a leather jacket? oh wait, that's the fonz...
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I just suppose pillaging comes easy to those of us who enjoy shopping.
cheers
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