Board Thread:Fun And Games/@comment-35230176-20181105224950/@comment-36071446-20181110231735

Yeah, yeah Ayo, women, it's time. It's time, women (aight, women, begin). Straight out the cool dungeons of rap.

The map drops deep as does my light. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the husband of site. Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined. I think of hammers when I'm in a Boston state of mind.

Hope the bite got some fight. My right don't like no dirty night. Run up to the insight and get the site.

In a Boston state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The divorced map? You complain about dirty dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the snap.

I'm rappin' to the angel, And I'm gonna move your angell.

Sweaty, little, delightful, like a handbag Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lag.

I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the stick. I woulda tried to love I guess I got no quick.

I'm rappin' to the angell, And I'm gonna move your angel.

Yea, yaz, in a Boston state of mind.

When I was young my husband had a tap. I waz kicked out without no cap. I never thought I'd see that app. Ain't a soul alive that could take my husband's sap.

A little heart is quite the start.

Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers (hammers).