He be thinking him Burley Delusional Spurly Needs to reflect That a man 'earns' respect Ain't given to wishing Or pleading, or dissing Keep it in check Wind in ya neck You peakin' way too early Like some Love Island girlie Blubbing Sangria Paralysed in fear Thoughts of my verse My gift, your curse But chill little bro Be a man not some ho Off to the kitchen Less of the bitchin Fix me a lassi Make it smooth Not too gassy Mangoes with ice Will suffice, real nice And welcome this blessing This teaching, this lesson In life By Fosse Still the man Still the boss
What you ****ers trying to prove, quoting those lame ghetto wordsmiths? Here’s real language for you... “When the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the actions of a tiger: Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard favoured rage: Then lend the eye a terrible aspect... ... I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge, Cry God for England, Harry and St George!” Now that is fighting talk. Bill Shakespeare, if you were wondering
whooooooosssssshhhhh!!! Shakespeare's Sister ..... dumbass Plus a word to the wise .... your taste in women will not change much as you grow older, my friend ... I don't now look at HIAG's 70 year old groupies like I looked at 30 year old women when I was in my 20s ... guess what? ... still like looking at them 30 year old's.. #LifeInTheOldDog
