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SWOOSH TYPE TWO


DEDICATED TO MR. SWOOPE WHO HAS THE OFFICIAL WILL WORLD NAME OF [DR.P] IF HE WISHES TO BE HONORED WITH IT?

HOOK X 1

HOLLOW MEN WITH HOLLOW EYES NO SOUL-INSIDE THOUGH I CRY AND EYE CRY THEY HIDE!  PRODUCING PRAYERS TO BROKEN STONES?  WHILE MY BROKEN TEARS CRY YIELDS ANSWERED PRAYERS UPON LIVING STONES FOR A DREAM DEFFERED ONLY EXPLODES IF YOU DO NOT KNOW YOU ARE BLESSED TO BE ALIVE IN THE GHETTO!!!!!

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SWOOSH HERE COMES DOWN SWOOPE THE LORD'S ONAMONAPIA CHILLIN FREE WILLIN WITH THE HUMBLE BEAST AND FLAMESPITTIN DRAKE FIRE WHILE CHILI WHILLIE THE PENGUIN RESPONDS WITH A JONAH WHITE OBSESSED WHALE FREE WILLIE TALE THAT IS FGE AOL FEEL LONG MONTANAA 555 COBY BRYANT CREATES WILSON THE BALL AT LEAST SINCERE IN HIS PURSUITS BUT HIS PINKY WAS INSIDE HIS BRAIN AS HE LIKES TO FUCK HIMSELF BCUZ HE WAS TO LOW KEY IN THE CHURCH AND HOPPED INTO CHRISTIANITY AND WAS VOMITTED OUT BY THE LAODICIAN ANGEL IN THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS SO GETTING FRUSTRATED WITH DWANE WAD ATTEMPTING TO STEAL MY HOMEWRECKER WIFEY GABRIEL UNION KEVIN GATES SHOOTS SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH WITH ONE TIME ONE SHOT DUH!

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HOOK X 1 OOPS THERE WAS MORE TO SWOOSH

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WHO IS THE SILENT GOD WHO KNOWS ALL YET SEES NOTHIN NOR SPEAKS A WORD BCUZ COBY IS A BALL HOD THOUGH HEVER DIED HE JUST FELL ALSLEEP AT THE WILL BCUZ ROBIN WILLIAMS MY ALADIN'S GENIE THOUGHT HE WAS A BALL HOD CDS NUTS SO MUCH HE NEVER COULD PASS AWAY NOR DISAPPEAR FROM THE LAMBS BOOK OF LIFE WHILE THAT ONE FUCK NIGGER NAZI RACIST DRUG ADDICT SHIT HEAD YOU KNOW WHO BUT I FORGOT DUH IS NOT FOR HE IS DEFINITELY DEAD BY NOW BUT I KEEP REVIVING HIM FOR MARSHALL SO HE CAN HAVE FUN KILLING HIM OVER AND OVER IN DIFFERENT VARIOUS CREATIVE WAYS UNTIL HE CRIES OUT FOR MERCY BUT I PRONOUNCED SILENCE TO HIS TONGUE SO HE CAN'T ASK FOR IT THOUGH HE IS CRYING OUT FOR IT BUT GOD IS DEAF TO HIM FOR HE IS SATAN AND THE DEVIL AND THEREFORE NEVER EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE DUH OH YEAH SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHH

AND BY THE WAY M I WOULD ALWAYS WORK FOR FREE FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU KNOW YOUR MY BEST FRIEND MAN DUH!  I JUST DIDN'T WANT THE REST OF THEM TO GET JEALOUS BUT FUCK IT WE HAVE BEEN HERE SINCE THE WHOLE SHIT WHATEVER THAT MEANS, BUT JUST SO YOU DR. DRE DR. EYE DR. I I DID NOT JOIN THE GD EVEN THOUGH I PUT THE O IN THE GDS BECAUSE YOU GUYS TOLERATED THAT FUCKING RAPIST WHOM I WILL NOT EVEN REFER TO ANYMORE SO IT WAS REALLY YOUR FAULT THE CRYPS RULE AND THE REASON I HAD TO JUDGE YOU THOUGH I ALWAYS COUNT YOU INNOCENT AND WORTH TO BE A SPIRITUAL FATHER TO ME FOR REAL, AND PLEASE DON'T BE A BITCH AND CRY OK G[O]D

 

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WILLIAM CARRASQUILLO IV

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