hotter than brimstone. The razor sharp crossbow accurate. We drop the multi verbal milligram supplement Plus in bed, theological word advance. Been too legit to quit before the hammer pants. The parent
lost here. Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of oxycontin. Everyday through the nostrils. Never went away, never does it stop there. Death a line or two away and a couple tall cans. Cause
children. Beware of overdose. Too many milligram. But what made a iller jam. My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts. That kill a man. I deas for the ear to fear. Might split 'I'm. He'll never forget 'I'm
