John Thompson
John Thompson

Fredd_19-29

Fredd_19-29

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08 Jul 2020

Understand me No?, never knew I popped a pill in the saddle, (in decent sea) indecency can't swim no boat imbsinking without a paddle, im john ill get on your wick go sick now swallow my puke you prick, fuck the duke of york il duke nukem naked thats called bare bomb you prick, Now straight to jail remarks and abuse get a spice on tic in jail u prick, The rules and cuss your brain Trouble urine u take the piss, But I know you aint got brains, from a dame another mans pain his spouse, your a fake cunt this aint your house, (squeak squeak), what was that? Its Mickey Mouse, Im sickly Clouse don't scream or shout whilst rob your grandmas house, strangle her an the unfed cat on the couch from derian house, second thing i do is the Rob cash from bodies i buried and stashed, go to the pub get pissed have shots with the ugly birds i'll dance, up in the morning mind all foggy with an xl bird called brit, titty on the side of my face one on the floor no shit, I range for a taxi quiet as I could I needed to escape, but that hurricane brit got out of bed and my god the earth did shake, please can we keep it real be friends please don't go tell my pals, I don't own Jack my mind is black they call me shallow Hal

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4 years ago

Understand me No?, never knew I popped a pill in the saddle, (in decent sea) indecency can't swim no boat imbsinking without a paddle, im john ill get on your wick go sick now swallow my puke you prick, fuck the duke of york il duke nukem naked thats called bare bomb you prick, Now straight to jail remarks and abuse get a spice on tic in jail u prick, The rules and cuss your brain Trouble urine u take the piss, But I know you aint got brains, from a dame another mans pain his spouse, your a fake cunt this aint your house, (squeak squeak), what was that? Its Mickey Mouse, Im sickly Clouse don't scream or shout whilst rob your grandmas house, strangle her an the unfed cat on the couch from derian house, second thing i do is the Rob cash from bodies i buried and stashed, go to the pub get pissed have shots with the ugly birds i'll dance, up in the morning mind all foggy with an xl bird called brit, titty on the side of my face one on the floor no shit, I range for a taxi quiet as I could I needed to escape, but that hurricane brit got out of bed and my god the earth did shake, please can we keep it real be friends please don't go tell my pals, I don't own Jack my mind is black they call me shallow Hal

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