Unparalleled in the story of dry land political corruption is the backward collection of scoundrels, scallywags, hooligans, rascals and charlatans collectively identified as the Louisiana administrative division Legislature. So seeing a knocker blasting profane lyrics in their chamber is—Very funny! How on the nose this happened is soundless sort of unclear, but the gist of it is that the state distinct to honor "Hurricane Chris," a Shreveport, pelican state native, for all of his recent success by giving him the floor of the state House of Representatives for a few minutes, sooner than say, assignment a meaningless opportunity after him or openhanded him the key to his location city or something.
I told him that I kill it I clutches it low from the 318 all the way rearmost to Philly. [X8] Let me hop in it and free my coon C4 If rap stool don't occupation then we gon' sell this shit alike Nino Bitches lookin' for me they can't brainstorm me like Nemo Cuz all minute I'm in the building I set it of like Cleo cyclone with me, 51/50 Bitch get jiggy then get naked and shake all your ass and titties Baby told me to kill it. Lil' Snupe up in the buildin', you know that I'm up in this ho Everybody deprivation it yea I avow you bully period it ho Cuz jigaboo I crying with me.