From: Peter Zhao [mailto:]
Sent: Friday, October 23, 2009 10:48 AM
To: CHS
Cc: peter@blogger.com
Subject: yo
Sent: Friday, October 23, 2009 10:48 AM
To: CHS
Cc: peter@blogger.com
Subject: yo
Um, ha, yeah, what, tick tock tick tock,
Sound of the clock bang in my head wake up,
Another coffee, pour me by the cup,
Sausage egg and cheese, toasted Bagel touch of syrup,
About to erupt,
But hold myself back like a glock.
Interrupt, a sudden burst through the door like winter wind,
Rush, hush, don’t make a fuss, catch the bus,
There she is dressed in mink,
So much fur thought it’s a big foot,
Until the fur is off she’s got sexy feet,
I’m like hey baby have a seat,
Yo bartender get me a red wine and some candy,
Let me harass a few words before I caress,
There you are, RSP stepping out the car,
Puff Cuban cigar,
21 chrome rim platinum grills,
Big man on the block ready to peel,
Stashing cash crowd knows the deal,
Back away or kiss the tip,
The cane don’t talk those lips hit with whip,
Only I get to shake the hands,
Cuz RSP and I are tight like cousins,
Rude folks saw us and start cussing,
You grab him by the neck,
I kick down the back,
The other ran for shot gun but kind late,
There I wait, anticipate,
The next move I bring like bruce,
Stepping on the chest like stress,
Your bullet proof vest can’t contest,
No contender against my set,
Cuz I’m a f-ing dynamite,
Eat you up like termite,
Tie you down like bank accounts
RSP and I are more real than reality
Next to the kin and her cousin too,
You can’t proof jack,
The next f-up be my Silverado no coming back,
Yo, RSP where you at.



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