I'm back in Pittsburgh, with a quarter tank of gas and $5 to my person. After waking from my post-6-hour-drive nap, one of my first thoughts was "Now I remember why I hate this place." In this house, it's deliciously easy to waste my time/days, and disgustingly difficult to find any good food. Saw Delicatessen, which rocked, and I've got a job
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pimpshit rolls through and all the bitches be on it
sayin like "can I getcha autograph?"
nah yo, loose hoes give a bad rash
these skanks on a head rush like paid in cash
they gotta learn quick pimpshit don't want trash
yo, get yrself a douchbag: midsummer's eve
air that shit out so a pimp can breath, please
pimpshit knows you ain't living on tips
so lift that shirt and show them some tits
they only hit that fresh shit
that turn heads whiplash
they only want that skunky bud
to get lit fast
so get the chron in, rolls the L's out
they never hit rock bottom and have never known a drought
no doubt, they're sick and built to last
but like a snow day, they ain't got no class
just cold malt liquor in forty ounce glass
a pervert's mind and some rhymes that's crass
shit son, let's terrorize GB
stalkin round town as a rap posse
we may be white and we may be broke
but fake gangsta shit can still be dope
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you get a guest rap on the next track, motherfuckerrrrrrr
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(Seriously though I started reading it but reading off yr computer is awful.)
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