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badboyflippa's picture

its happened again another fatality
some fucking gangster with a kids mentality
shooting a fella because of his sexuality
fucking grow up get back to reality
show them haters that u can actually
kick the drugs come back to normality
the trouble with u young u have no vision
doing and takin what ya want with no permission
taking peoples stuff like its a tradition
what would ya do if ya was their position

condition

badboyflippa's picture

its happened again another fatality
some fucking gangster with a kids mentality
shooting a fella because of his sexuality
fucking grow up get back to reality
show them haters that u can actually
kick the drugs come back to normality
the trouble with u young u have no vision
doing and takin what ya want with no permission
taking peoples stuff like its a tradition
what would ya do if ya was their position

condition

badboyflippa's picture

its happened again another fatality
some fucking gangster with a kids mentality
shooting a fella because of his sexuality
fucking grow up get back to reality
show them haters that u can actually
kick the drugs come back to normality
the trouble with u young u have no vision
doing and takin what ya want with no permission
taking peoples stuff like its a tradition
what would ya do if ya was their position

condition

badboyflippa's picture

its happened again another fatality
some fucking gangster with a kids mentality
shooting a fella because of his sexuality
fucking grow up get back to reality
show them haters that u can actually
kick the drugs come back to normality
the trouble with u young u have no vision
doing and takin what ya want with no permission
taking peoples stuff like its a tradition
what would ya do if ya was their position

condition

badboyflippa's picture

its happened again another fatality
some fucking gangster with a kids mentality
shooting a fella because of his sexuality
fucking grow up get back to reality
show them haters that u can actually
kick the drugs come back to normality
the trouble with u young u have no vision
doing and takin what ya want with no permission
taking peoples stuff like its a tradition
what would ya do if ya was their position

condition

badboyflippa's picture

its happened again another fatality
some fucking gangster with a kids mentality
shooting a fella because of his sexuality
fucking grow up get back to reality
show them haters that u can actually
kick the drugs come back to normality
the trouble with u young u have no vision
doing and takin what ya want with no permission
taking peoples stuff like its a tradition
what would ya do if ya was their position

She Leaves, I Wither Like Leaves

mvvenkataraman's picture

Deep joy permeate my heart
After seeing her lovely looks
To own her, my mind books
But, I feel I appear not smart

What about after a time gap?
In this way I try to postpone
In case I cannot at all own?
This fear is troubling this chap

Still I do not have the age
To express my honest love
I take a firm decision now
To wait for our advantage

Her remembrance is soothing
Her words are in heart stored
Her lovely nature is adored
For her only I am breathing

She leaves me with her parents
I am sure agony will be mine
I think of her again and again
Her absence bites like serpents.

attempt 2

badboyflippa's picture

dont talk shit to me ur shits getting old
u take me for some cunt.u are starting to unfold
im not one of ya sorts.i am not controlled
whatever u are selling.straight away is sold
you listen to my offer on taking all the gold
400 hundred is the offer u just been told
take it or leave it u know the score
asking me the same questions ya making me raw
hows bout i take it and beat you to the floor
ignore me and ill kill u like ya was a wild boar
wouldn't take too long to skin u. u ugly looking whore
just the thoughts alone so tempting to explore

see the trouble with the likes of girls today

attempt1 crap

badboyflippa's picture

i dont give a fuck to be quite frank
you wont have any luck unless ya fight me with that shank
true fucking wanker all that shit you said it stank
ya blatantly fucking lying to my face at point blank
ya trying to tell me that i dont know how much i drank
telling the old bill that i was the one who done that yank
said you saw me snake him as he entered the bank
lowest of the low that manouver was rank
even if i was guilty there was no need for the crank
when ya choking on ya blood theres only one person to thank
as your snitching little face turns from smug to blank

your only fucking job was u had to fetch the crowbar

what a night.

badboyflippa's picture

its these times in my life that are quality and great
having a laugh with the boys and ending in a state
if ya have never experienced this feeling im telling u straight
ya will have the time off ya life full of love no hate
if ya fall asleep the chances are youll be terrorised by my mate
but what do ya expect from a larry light weight
if ya skint you will be sorted if youve money bring a crate
full of bare drink and drugs heart pumping at a fast rate
if ya never taking them this time its not open for debate
just dont come round expecting to create
cos u will be put down a level do ya need me to translate

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