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Wed 26 Jul, 2006 10:29 pm
the wigga that graduated high school thats me
nobody can get past the fact
that im all ready to fight back
motha fucka hit me
i hit 'em right back
i dont take that ****
nigga be watchin' ma back
i got a gloc by my bedside
for protection at all times
and my ppl got tha macs that 'el spray up tha north side
so i got sick ryhmes
yaull dont have to tell me twice
you love 'em like a motha fuckin' chinese kid loves rice
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first of all Hello
hello
Well, in my opinion, I think this poem is the kind of poem that is posted when you're fooling around....
You don't put curse words in poems if you want critics to like it. In my opinion of course.
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