Poems from bongwarrior
Super slim,Super trim.Bitches sexier,Than your solid gold rims.You think your good,There goes the siren,Your wrong nig,When you look at...
Crown me,I'm King.Get ready to sing,My name over and over,E Pete motherfucker!
It's just a numberSo you think so?Others say Nay,I really know. It belongs to a god,You say what the heck?The god is shredded,And has mad...
It the perfect temp,No matter what you are doing,Whether it be drinkin or smokin hemp.Or maybe it's just right you see,To keep some cool...
It may be just a number,But it alsobelongs to a person,Who has no chest,So it's kind of irrelevant.