PRODIGY

Oh, I – The Stike – A murder bite
Her misters talked in to a hike
Sparkling gold there I’ve told, Gold
Vipers I’k suffer just prejudice beyond
I spew you my dearly lovely Beyonce
I know I like guns in your hand shot
And key looks alike we are here admired
My face is falling, a fedgop piton
You better Bet sitting lust in a past
Who do you think knows, brows, at last
Kingdome and London and crazy million
Passed over the nail I shot him myself
SAUSAGES HOT ALWAYS CRAFT
Blood smack, oh fuck, I love this hack
And a hit near “G” I could not
Ever run? Though no hope I’m having
A finest gold, I can pay for a hold, oh
For rest thy my age years past – she
Loves the pancakes with the rum
Bald dear Jeanny said I’m with stupid –
Stupid; Child who could make us back
Meaning I lack more adventure
Wonderful friendship with Nancy
AND ALWAYS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF