Talk:18th century

placed the dates of your song,on my life,people died because you were here,and alot dont appreciate,no period on this blood,you and your foogies friends,messed up with a sick texan,no more periods for you,all i got is new york state of on your face,shit i studder so much,never needed a dot on my words,my family wasnt mad in new jersey,texans like to call it,get a rope,think your tough,my shit is tapped cause true law already knows,cause,a sick man flys in packs,and when i say here,i met the dumb ass ears,that dont know what the cat, or dog shit around here,that sounds like a song your always spinning,do you know you killed my brother,the entire cd had messages up the ass,now,you are going to smell it,no more periods in my brain,....,you get it,the game dot to dot,then, the sell out fucks,pointed blame to another,young child,yall framing island shits,cuba is next door,how about i make a call,that old man is crazy, go bye bye to your,new york city home,any named foogi, that is sick,the rolling hills are right next door,place the tunes up your butt whole,a gram of oak trees,around the river,see ya later, down the open slope..............................................................................................shit i better stop,read my periodic law.