my rap |
My name is Donald
I kick it with Ronald
I got a big Mac
Caz I didn't go Jack
So what you staring at
So what you staring at
I ain't a mirror
Don't hate on my rap
Caz you smell like crap
I'm gonna tak...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 22:39:00 GMT |
poem |
Donald AbbottWhere to gothey are stranded.broken spirits.no one cares.they keep walking.they dance.they walk cold and hungry.they keep walking .never letting go.no one cares.but they keep fighting.the...
Posted by on Wed, 23 May 2007 17:40:00 GMT |
tennis sweetheart |
Beads of sweat form on you browAs you power through you're serve.I shuffle and I stroke it backWith charming spin and curve.You slash it straight across the courtWith distinguished power and speed,Fol...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 22:56:00 GMT |
random |
yo yo yo check out my melodys. give me a beat dj dizzle. what u cant fuck that shit i'll go accopalla on you bitch. i woke up quick at 7 in the mornin just thought that i had to be i...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 23:23:00 GMT |
