Completely swine

I cant help it, since i was a little kid my attitude was like fuck it. If any cute girl offered i was like suck it. Im a junky for it thats how i does it. Till i kick the bucket 2 pigs in a blanket. Gonna stain it. Im not gonna abstain from shit. My life is almost over gonna make some noise and then be out this bitch. When it comes to some things im gifted, when im not lifted. Other ways a complete neanderthal my life wasted. So many gifts but refused to use them to my advantage, dont like to hurt anyone but myself. My life seems antiquated. Im at the end of an era others about to begin it. Im finished. Im little not big pimpin. Ill take a fifth and an eighth revitalized one kid but just as strong as twins. Before i begin. Another one of my lives just ended. Swimming, interchangeable, out the stable winning when its inconceivable. Other times my life and a homeless man is interchangeable. Ill never be the constable. Its understandable because when i had the chance i relinquished all the blueprints im fucking insatiable. Do anything for a cute ass and face is my weakness ultimately unattainable.

The pickled bubble

Im so isolated i should live in a bubble. Sophisticated as fuck but function like barnie rubble. Everyone is so liberal they call it progressive. My hairline recessive. Fuck abs my belly is massive. A heart attack will end it. Then i wont move a muscle. 27 club has no worries. Im 41 and fucking humble. Im more likely to have some slumber than a rumble. Just made some fried chicken. Watch my breading crumble. When i walk out the club i may stumble. But dont take that misstep for weakness. Just trying to make u remember ill hustle and be the hired muscle. But can still relax enough to let things be simple. The enemy and us both are fickled. I say we get pickled. I like to keep life simple.