The Underchook
The Underchook
no escape for the momma chile,
of cuddles no directions,
but you bring a healthy smile,
no seduction no ******** ....ooops
the mind of foolish Doves ,
expound the myth of sin,
how n when n get sweet love,
upon the verdant green.
a chook’s chance at the meat block,
fat chance old chook for him,
old fowl you better lock n load,
Duck shot by Bantam Tim.
That’s support for the Underchook
Don Johnson 30-may-11
Yes Anthony N
savage nightmare it does grip,
with pounding heart me fingers slip
don't sniff the burning sulphur, it...
can kill you just a tiny bit :)
when i sniffed burning sulphur,
it punched me lung blinking out,
n Cassius wasna there aboutsss
almost a coffin fit:)
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