Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

fuck you joe
and the way you stroll
roll
blunt fuck bastard
never ever took you shit
and flattered
like the dim
witted dicks
and wounded wasters
spikes in you dead veins
with the product

Ha Ha

walk with your
ass hanging out
white pasty faces
black boot and
no no
not straight laces
broke

like an old flavor flav public enemy tune I remember..

"you want six dollars for what? you better, man, kiss my butt."

drug abuse is such a waste, unless it unleashes great art maybe..

wait, did I say that out loud?