wow theres nothing better,...cuzzz that fuking pig cant do shit aswell as the pleasure of blazing a l and going right by a trasffic cop whos lookin directly at ur whip but has no idea ur burning that urbal essance
big hunk bars hugs [no homo] az tallboys listenin to music my car alone [when im not driving] the smell of decos religious quotes and uhh....strip white-out drawing
Almost sitting on your nuts but catching yourself at the last second and sitting down properly. Or is that just me.
oh hell yeah! i lovethat shit true story* went out writting (back when i was in high school) well i herd about this party so my friends and me rocked this spot on the highway walked 300 feet went to this rich kid party walked out of that bitch with mad 151
When you're NOT the guy throwing up at the party. Waking up to find it's a snowday/heat day. Eating a real breakfast. Like, an ommlette, flapjacks and juice. Finding money on the street. Cracking someone in the face, like so perfectly that you hear their face crunch. The smell of burning bibles.