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Project Mop

i clean dirt after dirt from gunshot wounds which left puddles of blood where my homeboys was hurt come and lerk to infant rooms where diapers were found on the ground smudge... i can change your smirk come with me to stair ways where grim don't budge but i bet for a dime you can find someone to call up... i clean up throw up after party's that lasted from night to morning bacardi sipping one had to much and forgot the target... project mop ain't to much of a job that i can't handle....

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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