Yeah, Buk wasn't really on top of his game that day. I yelled at him for being mediocre and broke a Miller's Genuine Draft quart bottle on his ghostly tore-up haid.
Not only did it add nothing to the poem, it was also a weak beat with no depth. I didn't listen to your other stuff and it may be better, but in that instance it didn't work.
Not only did it add nothing to the poem, it was also a weak beat with no depth. I didn't listen to your other stuff and it may be better, but in that instance it didn't work.
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