...Why wut
Why i pulled you over, well no, i guess i don't
you were not wearing yer seatbelt
Oh, well excuse the hell out o' me
shood this not be, my choice
exactlee when did i loose my voice
sir, where iz your helmet
please, no blood on our cement
yer rulez, too manee, can you not see
Washington, washington-oh U suck
one hundred, twenty-four dollarz
you kin hav it, after a kick and a hollar
spit on yer beurocratic/attornee horseshit
choke by yer tie, Armani to sleep when U die
Control this, control that
takerz, take this, take that
Click it or ticket
....Do you know why
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Tail o' white
Goin sixty, seen her, read it all
Walkin slow, near a crawl
Creature of woodz, wary with sense
No car of scene, wanderin fence
Mom and sister, gone, both been shot
Wut can she think
When it changes in one, just one blink
Walkin slow, near a crawl
Creature of woodz, wary with sense
No car of scene, wanderin fence
Mom and sister, gone, both been shot
Wut can she think
When it changes in one, just one blink
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