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Winter Blanco IV
If she was made of gold
She wouldn't need me
Protecting any heart of she
Because the mine would
Be too big for even u all to
Prove u are working unlazies
Titree Shit it's the Turcha God
Speak my name in shit for me
I'm still alive and have made it
To 41but 51 is looking dimly
I listen to Made of Glass
So why the fuck do u give a damn
U attack this woman the world
Of white women want know ham
They be drinking y'all piss
As your luva and the mind will leave
They'll start looking like my Auntee
A cop name ol johnson nut pee
Y'all head gonna squash within
And thy eyes gonna Dore buck
And people gone find out
That y'all them funkis who fuck
People out of money embezzelling
And who u gone lean on then
U say u were taking back what's yours
Yeah...the grave cause I'm thy death kin
Y'all funkis know I like to die early
It's another darkness somewhere
And she been ah waiting my arrival
She know I been felt her aluv and care
So don't get mad at Winter Blanco
Because it's me who listen to her tracks
She just sing em and u know this
Bluk Bluk....pow pow the sound and facts
She wouldn't need me
Protecting any heart of she
Because the mine would
Be too big for even u all to
Prove u are working unlazies
Titree Shit it's the Turcha God
Speak my name in shit for me
I'm still alive and have made it
To 41but 51 is looking dimly
I listen to Made of Glass
So why the fuck do u give a damn
U attack this woman the world
Of white women want know ham
They be drinking y'all piss
As your luva and the mind will leave
They'll start looking like my Auntee
A cop name ol johnson nut pee
Y'all head gonna squash within
And thy eyes gonna Dore buck
And people gone find out
That y'all them funkis who fuck
People out of money embezzelling
And who u gone lean on then
U say u were taking back what's yours
Yeah...the grave cause I'm thy death kin
Y'all funkis know I like to die early
It's another darkness somewhere
And she been ah waiting my arrival
She know I been felt her aluv and care
So don't get mad at Winter Blanco
Because it's me who listen to her tracks
She just sing em and u know this
Bluk Bluk....pow pow the sound and facts
Published 18th Jun 2022
Author's Note
Hey San Fran and Berkeley! I'll be back soon with thy laughter. I got a smell problem. The funkis u call stinkis are after people again because I listen to their music. Give me two poems. This one and the next one.
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