Saturday, August 15, 2009

Rip Rip Rip

Rip Rip Rip
Trips I don't know ya
Hip to love ya brutha
goin southern on the bitches
snitching wishen mixen
fickle fixens
sultry vixens ya tricked me
luminosity
stop me
disc shaped mix tape
better than us divorced from the rust
cause you hate the red tape
community laced fast paced
past erased; the dragon chased ya
techno laced ya thought processesssssssssssss
local listings picture perfect hissing
cats up to bat I'm just a man,
i'm not all that; dare ya to put
yo mouth on the money write yo
strong words on a baseball hat
on the follow through, she finds you lacking
comfy on the couch, always snacking

2 Comments:

Blogger Maurice said...

i have no idea what that meant, but the sounds were well bent

August 18, 2009 at 4:59 PM  
Blogger Sonja said...

mmm snacking

September 3, 2009 at 11:59 PM  

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