Friday, April 2, 2010

baby i want a tulip for my turnip,
then maybe we can burn it,
burn baby burn burn
the fire thats already been burnin

hot hot my brother, hot hot

i told you ive been rhyming,
well rapping and tapping more like,
cause when i make these things up,
its like its like an umbrella, im away.

damn, hold on, shit,
the frictions lifting,
nope, now were falling.

oops sorry

c.2010 Clibourn

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