…..it’s better then smack on ‘em, then we can go whack on ‘em, start to stack on ‘em, raise the tax on ‘em, then shut the door on ‘em; call the cops on ‘em, stay two steps ahead on ‘em, pull the floor up from under their feet on ‘em. Then kick ‘em while they down, in their ribs and their face with haste, if they run give chase; justice for them we’ll erase, and leave them in a fucked up place, then teach ‘em a false god so they can spend their time looking for grace, yeah our military minds is at work to keep ‘em in that place, like Sun Tzu do with his false acceptance voodoo, keep ‘em chasing true citizenship no matter the case, only we know it’s a waist.
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Author:
EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 26th, 2022 19:15
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
I'm out of breath and run through after that....!!!
LOL!
I don't fancy 'em on me cornflakes at brekkie! lol.
LOL!
I knew you and your daughter were crack heads
Oh so u a stalker now? Lol
You look like a bubba, so I guess you and your family is meth heads and u live in a trailer-home
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