Copil talentat

putea si el sa faca patul unde a dormit.un puturos

e un piq penibil pustiu ...da se vede ca a invatat ca un papagal

pustiul are haz nu talent

n00b chiar chiar nu observ talentu la acest pusti...

walkin my poodles, man it never gets old with my dogs on my leash i got bitches on the hold, a first aids kit? thats a rhesus monkey, i bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie! get more ass than a giant donkey stable, got more lines than whitney houston’s coffee table, i get more head than grammar school lice, i’m like a walkin glacier i’m so decked out with ice. Did you poop a virgin? cause that shit is tight. jack ain’t black, barry ain’t white. i do drugs in the bedroom, lie on ur back cause i got the pipe and you got the crack. though i’m sexually straight, your bound to find, i’m mentally gay, cause i’ll blow your mind. the parents be snickerin “he shouldnt have written it” but i’m constipated, couldnt give a shit. chorus: My name is bo fo sho, a born bostonian, aryan librarian at the WORDsmithsonian the rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity, i gave it this little part to give it continuity. the fellas say hey moron pass the gin cause i’m an OXYmoron breathing OXYgen give me the bottle, i’ll chug two thirds cause you bitches know fractions speak louder than words and the ladies say hey fellas i’m keepin it tight and if you play ur cards right you can have me tonight should i blow you or beat you, brass or percussion? oh stop, PERIOD end of discussion chorus… walking through the garden with food at my feet, picked up the celery but dropped the beat (beet). we’re in the hood ill take what you give me was einstein’s theory good…relatively a smart queen’s kingdumb, it doesnt mix a litter of literates, a bunch of moby dicks “get thee to a punnery” o-just to-pheelia take you with a condomn “stainless-steal” ya. half a pound of turkey breast, half a pound of chicken tits, why are only crackers staying at the Ritz? poverty, racism, isn’t it strange, that only the homeless are beggin for change? i shocked Sherlock What, son? (watson) (watt, son?) Rosa Parks didnt call “shotgun”! here’s a bit of irony a Ford Focus driver has ADD How’d i come to master all these things? like a tampon theif, i had to pull some strings.