
Originally Posted by
Beanz
The art of necessities is strange,
That can make vile things precious,
That pile of brown goo on the range
That only hours ago was precious.
For verily and not merrily
Doth Wally hump a furburger
His watch was lost
when fisting
His stocks are drifting
From Donalds grifting
etc
and stuff
But look here comes over the horizon
Wild El Kabong
on a Q Donkey
a true shonky
not to be trusted
it will throw him in the dirt
like a wild rodeo
arse
feck
Poop
When we our betters see bearing our woes
We scarcely think our miseries our foes
more poop
Ode to beaner
By denilson
Damn dat bean be lame
Saying the same
Words that came
Out of his mother’s cane
Making fun of my watch
With its mechanical tic tok
He just plays with his cock
Probably wears a smart watch
Me I got style
Ask my man miles
I got the omega, rolex no Ortega’s
That Brock sells at the border
As beaner gives the order
Shit I got watches worn on the moon
Which beaner would swoon
If he had some class
And could get his head out of his ass
As far as stock goes
He may flick his toes
But has he ever turned a grand into a quarter million
Not beaner and his minion
He will just mock me
Put my seiko pouge you see
Goes for 1,200
But I got it for three (hundred)
Damn bitch beat dat deal
You know how I got it
Cause with people I’m real
We do each other solids
Try to cool
Ain’t takin pictures of dirty boots
Like beaner the fool
We socialize, capitalize and keep it real
Our social skills don’t lack the zeal
The royal family got watches
They be your people
But the way you socialize
Even the queen mother would want to beat you
So open your eyes
A good timepiece is a nice surprise
I watch it tic
And with each click
I figure it’s time for beanz to be a dick
That’s the time sonny
Save your shit it ain’t funny
Even the Mexican vegetable dude
Is finding you rude
And he took a lude
So he should be like “wow man”
Instead he thinks your a cow man
It’s plain to see
You ain’t right
It’s in our sight
Every frickin night
As you rap about trump
But your so uptight
It don’t come out right
You got no flow
You gotta go
But masters vagina
Thinks your one of the finer
Posters out of the six people here
That dude must be queer
Holdin your hand
Not like that song by the cool Beatles band
In a gay way
So stay away
From my watches son
You ain’t worthy of one
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