Fornits
Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: Anonymous on April 06, 2004, 09:48:00 AM
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I am a Junkie
I recite lyrics
I have greasy Hair
I smell of death
I absorb light
I reflect nothing
my flesh is pale
who am I ???
I am a junkie
I ramble on
making no sense
fetal position in the corner
to feel no pain
who am I ???
I am a junkie
Opiad Morphina
Opiad Morphina
Opiad Morphina
I have no soul
I have no home
I have no Job
who am I ???
I am a Junkie
I am a Junkie
Get a job!!!!!
Get a Job!!!!!
Get a life!!!!
Get a life!!!!
spare us your sorrow
PUT DOWN THE FUCKING CRACK PIPE!!!! and for God sake
GET A LIFE!!!!!!!!!
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Now that is Golden...he he he he !!!!!
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You think you're really funny don't you? ::noway::
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Eat shit
More lyrics incoming shortly
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My hair is clean...I dont prefer to lay in fetal postion (too hard for your wife to get at my cock that way)
I dont like crack
I am better than you, Morli.
By the way I mailed your lollipop shots to Hustlers "Beaver patrol" yay me Im gonna win $500