Cardi Slim—Vibing Tempest... a flagrant foul at what other 24/7 hours

What do I have to say, with harness a foot-rest, best of bed, rest of bed, protein vs. wandered bread, instead of what comes ‘a’ ranting and ‘a’ raving (raging rod, pickled hard, latex to discard, lol a retard) to the climax of the hip-hop hill-top the hills, ne’er to be confused with the funky bunches of pills pills pills, all having glad, Same “Samuel Maxx” yeah him at the vibrant vivacity of a toiletries foreign to me, done be forgotten—livelong LIVESTRONG when Lance farted—having broken barriers (novodisk 3.5”) with a sumptuous trick—the sunny days of Willy Mays being a negroidally inept percent for the a-pickings of a straight-laced grimacing face, food on the plate, no periods, never late with a F-ing fist filled with hate, banged a broadcast and the ten-o’clock News, hey dude, hey dude, hey dude

Hardened hilltops—a winter prefix

And on and on and on but only to this wagers kept,

I hold my breath:

Snapped to the lingo, got that Gringo ??? being “The Grinch” with a pubescent PINCH an inch and you’re down at that—it’s no fun being SHORT—of sorts to snort a sniffle of sweetie-sweet-sweet Cane Sugar or 100% pure Dextrose

Here’s me with plenty of points for the pounds—big body, too big, big-ly with supplements you see, the GH+ arriving for me and at the door—$111 amounted, 30 pills counted:

I had 34 lbs. of Dextrose over some months—seek or beseeched—the tulip TWO LIPS hair streaming fuzz—bees with swaggered and swaying, to ABSTINENCE, I have entropy embodied, yeah me, never ever having any beer for a drunken Fuss, this you must, abandon the superfluous banter and take your chips—roll out of bed with a Zig-Zag XXL kind of “Spliff” like a mighty man—the “King Triton” bourgeoning disheveled with HIS FIST to be missed but not forgotten, the labels swollen, butternut squash stolen, all for and all to, I be chocolate kisses coughing something something smoking a caramel leaf—zinging royalty, signing Rotella, distinct dandelion smeller, keep the Helters and Skelters within your soft-spotted skull—or take a Cruise with a better buzz, watch Fox News, it’s your choice I implore you SCORE with the digital remembrance of a phone number spelled out backwards, haggard, with a boy named “Duke” and the infamous, him, Peter Frampton, alas...

“Frampton Comes Alive”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN0FFK8JSYE