Ima Bad Man To X, To X I Am Bad, Things Oft Work Out Easy If Delt With On Hand.
Reppin' 919.
Woke at Juice's at 6.38
Felt Great
Went via. Mr, Drummond
to his pez's place;
he was kippin' from
Werkin'
& Stayin' Up Lates
(To Cheers Water of Life
&
listen'd ta 'delf eat Brie
offs plates.
Hope he's 5 Aces been dealt...)
I walk back holmes
&
kipp'd my'delf,
then I pick'd him up.
He came over for comapny,
water
& damn -
We are good firends,
no matter what we AM.
We ambled
ta sampled to
the Salad Of Rolls.
Then he took off fo' work....
on one of his strolls.
Any thoughts are
now
full
of my Roman Princess,
The Miss L,
L-5-0.
I can't think of much else.
The police jus' came to my door.
I was civil,
but I'm leavin' this place.
Not without a giant GOOD-BYE
to my neighbours below,
I'm guessin' this place.
Their daughter
pollutes
a flute
like
"The Lorax's''
enemy,
&
I've tried,
was NOT loud,
unlike mos' Chinese close
she has been a UnBless'd Cemmetry.
Complain all you want,
but come to my door first,
don' make me deal
with boys in blue
if you need to,
my frenememy...
...So before I leave perhaps a note of advice,
the next tentant will be much loder twice.
3 bottle of Sparklin';
1 bottle to go
of White Shirax,
tasty I know.
I'll watch somethin' cliche',
an' fall quick asleep,
an' my mind will be fill'd with Liz,
A FUCKIN' TREAT!
PEACE
UnS

