o skeen, this is new on roads

I tie my solja rag tight around my head man Now I'm gettin processed with a red band

champion gear that i rock

dun now the dun now

Lets make this to another stance Scarecrow with that satanic bible Tell me where's the killa man

y'all may notice that shit is all kines of fucked at this point. "no fucking shit" the desk jockeys cry.

but if y'all permit me for a minute, let me rap @ y'all right quick.
as far what i give you as the author/admin/HNIC of this here blogosphere, its observations of life, shit to make you forget yo girl or man cheated on u...among other tings. sorry, i can't offer bootlegs of movies, hawt photos of men or women, pron, mixtapes, and blah blah else. i sell nothing (yet). as a writer, social radical, sorta of a photographer and other self made titles, gone in a instant is what you make of it. if its a good time ya need, then i got that in spades.
so break out the champagne glasses and muafuckin comdoms, take a toke of whatever you got, kick back relax, enjoy the ride; cuz we about to get into some serious shit.


love,

cutty cutty, mistah cutty if you lucky

I am the kool damn fool that will shoot you
I think of murda, Murder on me mind
Murder on the menu, Murder all the time-Lord Infamous "damn i'm crazed"

something we forgot

sensory descent