Ole.mana

hey mana, hey hey hey mana, ouchie walla walla halle at me mama, maybe we cut a rug in lA bumba, maybe we talk some martha, Georgia and water war and slaughter, i look around me and all i see is Gods christ born marters, ima add fuel to that hill, watch it burst in a flame, and be consumed by heavenly fire, the burning bushel of geoopana, ole mi compadre, sift thru hours, it went down like para shiuts from the eifel towers,swish pich) was that yers or was it mine, or was it theres, fuck what yahweh fuck what you say, bitch boy)jam voiv, move out the way+&+4 get out the wayyyyy, had a bad day work like a slave, im drained and tired moveing slick lika sholth, a goon and a boss, no matter the weather no matter the mada tomato tamatim, a jason born ultiminem Eminem, with a touch of ebonical and ekectronia, like a drum two sticks scratching these bourds , i just scratch off the ticket, ricka&+2 shit get and giddy like the end of the the kiss of Armageddi armed and ready, pop pop pop pop popcorn!(whisper echos)