yo yo yo, O-dogg dropped another hundo on me this week an said Try Again, he still got the idea that youth of today got to write poems to represent they new stylezz and blend of life. he gonna compile a sick spine 'a the stuff and make it all into WIRED an TIME MAGAZINE an shit, major magazines of this day. so problem is, i got no ideas about new poemzz this week and i'm just gonna run ya down this old nasty from camp dayzz:
When you're slidin' into first,
and your butt just wants to burst,
diarrhea, diarrhea!
When you're startin' to round second,
and the toilet starts to beckon,
[EDITOR'S NOTE: POEM CANCELLED]
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NAME: Cold Ball aka Charley Smuckles THA LEWWD
HOOD: Achewood Heightzz yo hella wealthy
WE ALL FOOLZ? Hellz yes you all foolz
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NAME: Cold Ball aka Charley Smuckles THA LEWWD
HOOD: Achewood Heightzz yo hella wealthy
WE ALL FOOLZ? Hellz yes you all foolz