your bling your flash your front is always up for grabs
your myth only grows when your sizzle is so hot that
even the flim flam man is transfixed and reduced to petty snatch and grabs
you r cool, u released it
poor lil' - just a bling booster
a bling boosting babbling brook gotta be nice to every one- lil' so caught up in the machinations of lil' own lil' story that the burning forest is lost for the trees.
you watch the boxer woof down the street smelling for fear like his...
ah yeah God is dog spelled backwards.