Thursday, July 25, 2013

It Pays Brudder

It pays to advertise

I got your black
No slack
Stay black

I got chops
Little bitta hops

So bold
Never old
Don't be so cold

Reading a book by Burroughs
My brow furrows
Savin my Euros

All about it, slick
Stick to stick
I don't, you don't, we don't panic

Keep it real
You feel
One last meal

Out the door
I score

That's it
Lickety split
Got the spir-it!

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