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rhyme thread: 100 bars and not a dry throat in the house.

BitchSlapSmitty

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Not a dry throat in my sight,
ONe hundred fucking bars in one night!

(continue it.)
 
Drinking whisky on the rocks
Hit back three, now I'm on the road lookin' for cops...
 
Got a barbed-water noodle, and a pink fluffy poodle,
This be a bribe, Naw, mother fucker you ain't on Showtime!
 
I know an old lady who swallowed a fly;
I guess she'll die.
 
Fuck that old lady, bury that bitch in her shoe,
My fate is laced, i run this race, never too tied up to step on you.
 
The race is fixed, botched EPO piss tests
step up, challenge yourself, my case rests
 
I drink a beer for breakfast,
tall cans, considered seconds.
 
Maybe it's because my feelings are gone,
But baby you feel like the right kind of wrong.
 
IceAngel said:
Maybe it's because my feelings are gone,
But baby you feel like the right kind of wrong.


I'll melt you down like a slurpee cup in the heat,
fuck your man, alone at home, he must have two left feet!
 
BitchSlapSmitty said:
I'll melt you down like a slurpee cup in the heat,
fuck your man, alone at home, he must have two left feet!

WTF? Seriously, something like "I'll melt you down like a slurpee cup in heat,
fuck your man, alone at home, come here and suck on my meat!" would have been better.
 
KrispyKreme said:
WTF? Seriously, something like "I'll melt you down like a slurpee cup in heat,
fuck your man, alone at home, come here and suck on my meat!" would have been better.


Not if you have taste you fuckin piece of shit waste.
 
oh BitchSlapSmitty
purveyor of poor poems
please go fuck yourself
 
I just woke up and got out of bed,
Logged in and love this thread!
 
It feels good in my head
helps reduce the level of red
 
BitchSlapSmitty said:
Not if you have taste you fuckin piece of shit waste.


There's a reason you belong on a porch,
In the olden' days, I'd have chased you with a torch.
 
Racism is passe like Peter Andre talking shit over beats ochestrated by Dre don't be a hater or you'll end up on Springer watching hooded fucks spouting propaganda outdated like Bea Arthurs body laid out in the sun after a four day binger. Wrap it all up we have a winner.. PSYCHE
 
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