FREEDOM. I AM FIGHTING FOR

Mistuhhh Pressident! 15 April 2004 1 minute read

Freedom; you will be fucked without it.
Freedom is what I came to deliver.
Now you cunts get down; I am the boss man.
I bear the present of Freedom. Fuck your freedomlessness...I came here to deliver.
Freedom down your fucking neck.
Freedom I blow up your arse; my cock stained brown.
Freedom is what I came to deliver.

Bitches, my bitch is freedom.
Slapping it down; and now you must taste my
Freedom.

Freedom from fear. Freedom from right.
There aint no wrong.
Just my freedom.

Right down your fucking neck.

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Anonymous · 22 years ago
its just another word for nothing left to do...
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Anonymous · 22 years ago
Richie Valens - number 1 at Woodstock by a long nose to Jimi. Third place was a long, long way back down the straight.
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