10/10 ending there, hush
Like Hush, I too like OJ
Though not the girl slayer,
The mad silver-tounged player,
That dark colored fellow,
Now Rotting far
below the sea, you see
In a cell by the sea floor
No windows but cell door
Little light, no
more than strip of light
To see the bucket where he shits and pees.
No I'm talking 'bout the drinkable pleasure
Sticky liquid, the jungles treasure
That we be freezing, extracting, consentrating
To me it's teasing, engaging and constipating
6 liters a day, is all I have to say
When it comes to the juicy fruit
That animates this big brown brute.
But on the topic of Volltic
It truly makes me sick
That your rhyme has a glaring omission
Talking about oranges was your mission
Now my pity is gone
And I feel like you are too young
To join us in our collective Parrot song.
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Fuck me I'm rrcording that right now, full on Biggie-esque
Last edited by liaxo; Apr 11, 2015 at 11:50 PM.
Reason: <24 hour edit/bump