Friday, April 9, 2010

Twitter 16

16, nothin more nothin less
She is a fuckin whore Fuckin Raw with a Mess
Another door love it more when when its dead
After another 4 its on the floor givin head
Life is and bitch and
Here comes a line about findin out life is the wife of a snitch
Snitches get stiches, Cool
I'll be a snitch
Cause apparently snitches get bitches
This is what sickness, is Charles Hamilaids
Killin you bugs like a large can of Raid
"Oh im a model and my Resume sick"
Step away bitch your breath is made of second grade dick
Your man's a whack assassin he can never make hits
Tell him to get some weight, he's a feather weight prick and I'm
Something like a rapper but kinda not
President of Demevolist, CEO of VinylPop

Everybody wanna know what im doing
Everybody wanna know who im screwin
Everybody wanna know what i ruined
Hip-Hop, just log on thats what im doin


And you can just...
And you can just......


Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
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Twitter!
CharlesHamilton.Blogspot.com
TheAmyrose.blogspot.com
CharlesHamilton.BlogSpot.com
TheAmyrose.blogspot.com
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter me baby!
Twitter!
CharlesHamilton.Blogspot.com
TheAmyrose.blogspot.com
CharlesHamilton.Blogspot.com
TheAmyrose.Blogspot.com
Gone...

Lyrics by Josh Stokes

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