I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but laugh.
Cuz I think DC Smack forgot about Cevs, Red, and Cash.
Phone would just smash you. Bash you then ask you.
How does it feel to get your ass kicked by a can and a cap, dude?
Magic like Potter. Bastards with no fathers.
Yea I'm on edge partner,
Lake Gaston tastes like asshole and I stay drinking the water.
It's obvious I'm crazy and out of my mind.
Just like how Mr. Smackdown is way out of line.
This thread is for lovers, dunny. Read it next time.
It's Marlboro Country. Cocks much larger than yours.
Yours is lost in your boxers, ours just drop to the floor.
I better stop it before--
Matter fact, I shouldn't have started just left your retarded comment ignored.