pick the pepper

pick the pepper they say peter picked the pepper then Tupac could pick a punk they say machate be chopping it to bits. ups. be delivering the shit united postal shit. PMS ing black Betty with the pistol grip ping..in red pumps. with eight gauges front pages . truck Turner on brites right turn tonight Betty learning you A in good nites . my partner dumping ten.he believes the Savoy suppose to jumping . they loud talking when talking ain't aloud. my quiet type like a silent keyboard. kill on first sight that's the quiet type. you ain't heard nuthin right ..am I right or catch another body tonight .. because nights like this . I wish rain drops would faaaaaall. ain't saying nothing enormous enough. .my rage between the puffs and the diddy..just tough enough for city I give creepy niggar the sleepy nigga never with the E. and R . if ain't the a kake..its gotta be my a.r. bout this artist requesting..his dollars no messing. ante .up hokey pokey the puck hockey no messia. no messiahs .returning fires his guns must be tired or just got fired this is no time to get fired .and desired rickkety trinadad james .if new golds is your aim. .toothpaste your face . headless no trace .I blow monds outside the lines.out side barbers line us . coroners Charlie brown and linuses. is blanketing the whole town . is mourning for you and your weak writing crew .nothing Elsie or essa. my insecurity. in its finest purity.