One time Zack and I made out. Then we
heard a nice lady orgasm from a house
nearby. Recently he refused to make
out with me in public when I wanted to
make someone jealous. That was pretty
lame, Zack... LAME! Some sex slave
you are... sheesh.
This may be a bit crude but I fondly
believe that Zack is like the whipped
cream on top of a pile of poop. He
doesn't really belong in this
besmirched world (symbolized by poop,
obviously)because of his godly
qualities (ask me for "My Ode to
Whipped Cream"), but since he's here
he'll make it a pleasant thing to
behold, fill your world with bee
costumes and laughs, and say, "Bring
your own sprinkles. Nas."
Last time I heard from my man A WK,
Zack shoots without a gun. He'll take
on anyone. It's really nothing new,
it's just a thing he likes to do. I
love him anyway (especially when he's
shaking it like a ...)
like, where the fuck are you?! i want
to go to coney island with you, go to
salvation army, ride bikes around east
asia, lick popsicle sticks.. i'll stop
before this goes any further
i'm reminded of what may be the
best sample in the history of rap
music: "I LOVE NIGGAZ! I LOVE
NIGGAZ, 'CAUSE NIGGAZ ARE ME!"
...actually i don't know how that works
since both myself and zack appear to
be white, but no biggie. trick luh da
kids.
My girlfriend really hates Zack. Or so
we all thought. I always thought that
it'd be cool if they were friends,
cause Zack's totally bawmin, but, she
tried to fix their friendship, leaving
them both in a muddled mess. Go out
for coffee or something. Both of you.
Jesus. Be friends, cause I like you
both. Not that I'd smooch you Zack.
Not that I wouldn't either, but oh
shit cops fuck can't go on must run
panic panic smooch smooch run
start a band..."
heard a nice lady orgasm from a house
nearby. Recently he refused to make
out with me in public when I wanted to
make someone jealous. That was pretty
lame, Zack... LAME! Some sex slave
you are... sheesh.
just a phrase you might hear strollin' through
the PO-TOWN!
believe that Zack is like the whipped
cream on top of a pile of poop. He
doesn't really belong in this
besmirched world (symbolized by poop,
obviously)because of his godly
qualities (ask me for "My Ode to
Whipped Cream"), but since he's here
he'll make it a pleasant thing to
behold, fill your world with bee
costumes and laughs, and say, "Bring
your own sprinkles. Nas."
Zack shoots without a gun. He'll take
on anyone. It's really nothing new,
it's just a thing he likes to do. I
love him anyway (especially when he's
shaking it like a ...)
to go to coney island with you, go to
salvation army, ride bikes around east
asia, lick popsicle sticks.. i'll stop
before this goes any further
best sample in the history of rap
music: "I LOVE NIGGAZ! I LOVE
NIGGAZ, 'CAUSE NIGGAZ ARE ME!"
...actually i don't know how that works
since both myself and zack appear to
be white, but no biggie. trick luh da
kids.
we all thought. I always thought that
it'd be cool if they were friends,
cause Zack's totally bawmin, but, she
tried to fix their friendship, leaving
them both in a muddled mess. Go out
for coffee or something. Both of you.
Jesus. Be friends, cause I like you
both. Not that I'd smooch you Zack.
Not that I wouldn't either, but oh
shit cops fuck can't go on must run
panic panic smooch smooch run
they suck at pictionary, you know things
are good. WORD UP TO MY ZACKMAN.