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About a close friend with obvious issues. I love him anyway.

Submitted:Oct 12, 2011    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Yo bro, Vince you're a trip

You do dumb shit that can't be considered a slip

You flash yo ass to da public

And run streaking in dark parks

You're such a man whore

Anyone can turn yo hinges - like a door

Robbing the cradle

Damn dude, that shit can be fatal

Fucking er'thing and anything with some type of hole

Man you such a trip I just sit back and lol

Not one girl you met is deceit girl

They've all turned into bitches, getting ready to throw down and hurl.

You know you're my bro and I'd hate to see you dead

Or reading about ya in the obituaries 'nough said.

Other than bein' a man-whore and a queer

And glad you had an ear to hear


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