The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
I was listening to the song one day, thinking how pencils don't
grow; they actually get smaller, and then, it clicked. Cancer
grows. I figured it out myself.
4/10/2006 7:03 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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