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| QUACK QUACK MOTHERFUCKA!
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| WE ARE GOING
TO PLAY OFF's. dang i have never said that while at lbj till this year.
I would always hear it from the bball team but never from the football
team. We ended the season perfectly, whooping johnston's ass for
homecoming. the dance was alrite, they played some weird stuff at first
but it got better as it went on. But the last song on it sucked, we
ended it on cha cha slide, i mean common now. But yea otherwise it was
pretty fun, we play taylor on saturday and we should be able to beat them, if we play well, who knows how far we'll go  .
my poetry site http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/asimdhital
peace up, with the a-town down
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| WE WON!!! WE WHOOPED UP ON ELLISON ! its a new chapter in LBJ football history (as in like we won't get booed anymore!)
Now everyone needs to come to our next game against lanier ! next friday 
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| what to say what to say... well one thing im kinda mad about is that, no
hair cut until we win.. and we haven't won, we were supp to beat
crockett and knowing that i made the deal. i need a hair cut like very
very badly so we need to win this week.
Verse of the year
I'm in the club, post up, way in the back
Got a bottle of gin and I snuck in with the mac
Got my fresh bows on, breeze on my feet
Hoes love when I'm thuggin in my fresh white tee
I'm 'bout whatever; Gizzle is a G
We could do it however, it don't matter to me
We can do it right here, we can take it outside
I'm young, but believe, I been 'bout mine
I just ride when it's time to ride
I grind when it's time to grind; slangin hot when it's time to bust
Slangin dick when it's time to fuck
I'm a Chopper City nigga, don't try your luck
You want beef? I ain't scared, nigga I'm everywhere
You don't be where you say you be, you're never there
You actin like you 'bout it, bitch nigga you scared
I see your heart beatin, so busta break bread
What's your heart beatin for? (You SCARRRRRED)
What's your heart beatin for, ha?
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| i composed yet another masterpiece its called my friend mel, inspired by none other than melanie saegert
i got this homie g dawg called mel
but whenever i call her she neva picks up her cell
maybe its cause i told her i was her baby daddy
and that made her a little maddy
but now this friend of mine
is leaving to alabama in two weeks
i can't rhyme about it so ill stick in the word sweets
through ups and downs, mostly downs she would laugh at me
called me ball licker maliciously
then cow eater
for which i used to beat her
either way 3 years of knowin ya
was very swell
even though your armpits always smelled
always and forever even in your dreams
your friend here uh uh seem!
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