.I only got half way thru , I felt like calling yogi cuz your shet is boo boo A picnic basket with only fruit, but at least you rep what you do .you can call me ****, my name be in and out them haters mouth Yall see what i bust nd trust you gonna throw in the towel .f*** a metaphor , I don't need you to see the picture You probobly a sleeper, I'm n addict your a tweakr in the mixture . Open your eyes nd try to focus, its like Apollo wrote this I'm not a god a simple locus, and. A vocalist    David Michael Collier said:03-20-2013 09:34 AM  my rapping is artistic urs is autistic ur a fat **** who dosent no how to make a blunt u look like a monk who i trapped in my trunk    J_art said:03-22-2013 01:11 PM  No sense in what you write, that's why I wrote you No sense in my sentence is when I'm on the fence, bout to walk up and smoke you You try to hard, that's how your going to die No need to drive my car, high *** hell , and only got one open eye Rambling about illuminaty, won't even see me when you walking by God ain't gonna save you, or anybody that you worship Your teacher never gave you, information worth ****, that's why you learned **** I'm sick as **** I don't think before I do, a ****en nut, I know the consiquences to the **** I do Eat people like you, sit and I chew, break you bones I like it when they're crunchy too And that cream in your dream you probably thought was money is really semon, that you feaning funny process of dreaming