sit twit, take a second nigga, light that flame and smoka spliff, back to the future lika we was on a downward spiral to find biff, and biffy his bullish way to be a bully at best, so i took a sledge and like a cartoon i bashed his head in flat pang!splat! he fell to the ground with his skull split and his top teeth crush into his bottom muliculars, and out came like a squirt thru his teeth blood spit, murda was the case for a flaky ass nigga the hoe ass bitch, after the fact of the haneous act, i cought him two more times flatting his chest, then i fled the shed and ran thru the house, i wanted to hide there,but instead i jetted out the front door and fled, away from the man i had killed named fred, i wish i would had not done what had been done, then immense fear as well extreme panic would had never inherited my mind frame and the voice in my head would have never begun, (why why why did you kill him rob) this is the crying voice of desperation i heard with in, a constant nagging of being scarred of getting caught of course, like, were i had no shame of the act, thee subconscious tried to force a rational thought of remorse, for but lord knows i had already accepted my acts and closed that minds door, then i got outside, and panic dominated my french fri hungry side, enough to make me actually drive a stolen car i jacked off thee roadside no pettels, no roses, no problems, no evolution to come about of simple inclinations to redefine my strict 9 of an open eye, which attacked my eyes in my skull, i fell l bumped my head and here they can confirm i was certainly