Listen, man. It's the fan. With the jam. Coming through with stamp.... Of approval. What do you do? Stutter school, Lou. I'm further than the crew. Whutta Carew! Caramel girl on my clue. Below the belt arow. Making up words. My whole world... Is lovely. I merrily toss my Cadillacs at Mars, my niggas. What? Hungh! Our niggas will move forward. The crew soars over yours. My remorse. Our stores are number one in the country for girls. Selling that shit. Got my pocket on swole. My settlement is lit
I know, man. I don't know why I wrote that, but when I did, I thought I was going ham. When I look back at it, it's trash. You should hear me rap though. What's your email address? I can send you some songs.
@@nickcussalot of course you can my man. send all your songs to me. id love to jerk off to them as i fall asleep. - edit: could you perhaps send some were you are gagging/making gurgling sounds? thanks