And I reply to thee:
death to thee.
'No- Death to thee'
not matt harvey.
'Well why the the fuck not? he ran over my cat with his huge RV.'
but his boyfreind dave levin.
'True I am a boy and I am his friend, so yes I am his boyfriend, but no matt. Not me. Death to thee. To hell with your corpse, no chance at heaven.'
from south cali
'ya thats my home, I'd rather live in Bali.'
reppin his wack poetry
'My poerty ain't whack, and you will see...'
that only saps can read.
'That last line was fucking lame, so take heed:'
'Cause biiiiatch... I don't fucking stutter.'
is what im gonna spread on my bread
'and I will spread on my bread the brains from your crushed head'
that i make out of your body.
'ah shut the fuck up already I gotta go potty.'
Say hello to my little freind.
'what friend? the poor little gerbil you put in your back end?'
its called the end.
'No it ain't, its your end, and to the depest pits of hell, your body I will send.'
'Negitive Ghostrider, the pattern is full.'