FRONTIN

by CHENGO   Mar 23, 2007


-YOU SHOULD STOP FRONTIN AND TURN THE GAME OFF
-YOU AIN`T HARD ENOUGH TO EARN THE NAME SOFT
-YO PIPO ARE AT LOSS COZ THE CHANCES OF ME LOSING IS THINNER THAN TOOTH FLOSS
-AT THE END OF THE NIGHT YOUR GIRLFRIEND HANDS OVER THE COST...COZ LIKE TRINA SHE KNOWS WHO`S THE BOSS
-PUNCHES GET BRUSHED IF TYSON WERE TO SPAR WITH FEATHER WEIGHTS

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