Trill sits at the keyboard, his hands are afire.
To blackface his troll, that is his desire.
I need your assistance with creating a free verse poem. I need it by this evening please.
Incorporate the words: reciprocity, acquiesce and desire
Trill sits at the keyboard, his hands are afire.
To blackface his troll, that is his desire.
Judy Judy fresh and fruity
Acquiesce and share that coochie
I desire your greasy bootie
Reciprocity and pooty tooty
I talked about my poems before. They just...WHAM~~~~ out of nowhere. Trying to sit down and come up with one, I can't. Never have been able to so....sorry.
Why the restrictions on a love poem, it's real easy to.
How long have I loved you
How long have you been my desire
You have always warmed my heart
lit my fire
I love you sweetheart
And it's plain to see
When God made you
He was thinking of me
But that's just a simple flow.
Fabbs sits at his keyboard, searches “teen guidos”
Fake internet gansta, he’s really a pedo
Sir Johnny, the old man who lost the genetic lotto
And got busy with underage girls in Olangapo
Fat wife, fat daughter, crackhead son in law
That’s right, Rappin Shaq goin in that ass raw
This dumb mutha a don’t know about the blues
If he battled SpursForSix ain’t no doubt he would lose
So take yo fat pedo ass and get tha fuk out this place
Yo, Larry, tell me how my ass taste!
I was prepared to not like Rappin' Shaq but it's good stuff.
Of course it never hurts to pander and give a shout out to the expert.
NB4 his projection reply
When you take a sip, you buzz like a hornet
Billy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets
Only works if you have a black accent.
Rappin' Shaq sighting![]()
Damn rappin' Shaq and CTOA shut the thread down!
This nearly ed me. Laughed too hard at work rn.![]()
Rappin' Shaq, the little who loves
not a brain in his pointy head, dumber than a rock
for a mom, idiot for a dad, his little got brother the best he ever had
that's right Avant, spreading those fat cheeks, got my boot about three feet deep
this dumb mutha a don’t know about rap or hip hop
soul, funk, jazz or them blues,
if he battles anyone he would lose
so take yo got pedo ass and get the out this place
yo, Shaq, you sure look good in stupid, with those dried stains on yo face
Last edited by Avant; 02-13-2019 at 06:20 PM.
You come from Georgia where the peaches grow
They drink lemonade and speak real slow
I do come from Georgia
down around Macon way
grew up playin' them blues
both night and day
pick an old 12 string
just like Blind Willie McTell
would get drunk on moonshine
really raise some
Blind Willie McTell
I don't like Sir Johnny, it's ing gay.
Enter......AVANT
Don't question of it's really me or not. If you need me to knock out every black 1000 yard rusher who had the number 34 no problem, oh yeah~~~~~~~~~
I hadn't heard this in years, (do own it) a guy was playing it in his car at a mini mart, love this song.
Anyone here have anything at all? Never seen so many boring ass people in one place before. Do something ers besides wimper around like a bunch of little es. !
Where is the creativity here? Where is that depth?
Come on little people, you're boring as .
Am I the only one who gets any of this?
Last edited by Avant; 02-13-2019 at 06:24 PM.
throw the damn towel
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