i rap better it makes that air breath let loose.
go head call me gay i be runnin through the سٹریٹ, گلی with my buds with high shoes;
yeah theyre aint much to do down the street.
now we be rappin through the corner yeah we infinites but we been stoppin be the po-lice.
ارے pretty lady-
keep lookin sexy, maybe آپ can call me;
keep lookin like آپ aint interested but inside i make ur mouth grindin without no teeth,
(uh)
آپ look at me like im some shit,
yeah آپ cant lie,
say it to my face yeah never mind آپ way 'bove my height
how bout i give آپ an explict,
im like an overdozed bitch
im to greedy to cast spells yeah im for sale no مزید less than a buck fifthy,
dont bother me when im sittin 'sippin soda under 'neath a tree.
let my body dry,
autumn effects myrhymes now they be fallin leafs.......
go head call me gay i be runnin through the سٹریٹ, گلی with my buds with high shoes;
yeah theyre aint much to do down the street.
now we be rappin through the corner yeah we infinites but we been stoppin be the po-lice.
ارے pretty lady-
keep lookin sexy, maybe آپ can call me;
keep lookin like آپ aint interested but inside i make ur mouth grindin without no teeth,
(uh)
آپ look at me like im some shit,
yeah آپ cant lie,
say it to my face yeah never mind آپ way 'bove my height
how bout i give آپ an explict,
im like an overdozed bitch
im to greedy to cast spells yeah im for sale no مزید less than a buck fifthy,
dont bother me when im sittin 'sippin soda under 'neath a tree.
let my body dry,
autumn effects myrhymes now they be fallin leafs.......
this came in a dream once about spirit heart... in his life time i took a real little peak of it. it was about his family. he had 2 pups...a wife... but thier names were unknown. just spirit heart. spirit دل and his wife were having so much fun. but then... some wolves came سے طرف کی from the pack. thier pack...arnt really friendly... spirit دل was a alpha. but... he wasnt that quite powerful. one بھیڑیا was above his rate... and was pure evil... i keep wondering... is it the bad wolf... from the "TWO WOLVES CHEROKEE STORY" is it possible that he exist. impossible. then the rest of the pack came up to his family. then they murdered his pups, then they raped and killed spirit hearts wife. spirit دل was very upset. he tried to kill them... but he was too weak. then... they strangled spirit heart.... then killed him.... and that... was the story of spirit heart. and spirit دل was letting me look through his eyes... like i was him... it was crazy...
Well guys I'm back and I guess I'll add to another story because I've completely forgotten where I was going with HIM(The Humphrey in Me), Goodbye Pack, and the Brotherhood. So what I will do is start from scratch and make a new thing which sort of involves wolves....They're werewolves.....And it's for a manga I am actually deciding to create and might get published. (Have a artist as a friend....long story.) But since my pack here loves me...I thought it would be a good idea....But I want to know what آپ brothers and sisters have to say....I don't mind if آپ don't want me to...It's just easier because with each story I get feedback and I get better and better! So تبصرہ with your thoughts...I really really would appreciate it ^.^
I was on my way to a beach. Yeah I know right? A beach. A half an گھنٹہ from anywhere. There was a house there that my dad کہا we had to live in now. Before this 5 دن drive, his buisness of a camping system burned down. We could not afford the house, so we had to move.
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh food was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and کہا nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh food was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and کہا nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)