I Freakin Love it

by Bobbie   Oct 14, 2005


Taking that bent spoon
Charcoal black on bottom
Taking that butane and boiling
What you call a good high.
Taking the tip of your point
And mixing water with synthetics,
Drawing it up when its ready.
Veins popping up
Like they\'re well aware.
Veins that seem like they\'re pulsing
Waiting for this hot liquid
That gives out the feeling of needles
Pricking you all over with a rushing sensation that you NEED.
Finally,
What you\'ve been waiting for
Take your rig and shove it in.
Hitting the vein
So use to this procedure
Registering with mixing colors turned liquid pink,
Pushing it all in
What a sin...
Getting that itching feeling...
"I Freakin Love It"

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