I wrote out a rhyme..

Wanna know about this rant your ganna hear, you wanna know, because its just so clear. I got pulled over, in nothing but my pants, i waas running down the road, and i take a glance.. all i can see, is light, a flashlight in my eyes, but at first, all i could see is despise. You see a cop, he seen me jogging, i was smoking a cigarette, my minds gone soggy. He says what are you doing, i say smoking a fag, he says you cant do that, and why, why i say, to this hag. He says its illegal son, so i stepped on my square, he says put your hands on head, i do it, saying nothing, but a stare.. he pats me down... he says WHATS THIS, i say dunno, as he reaches in my poket, he pulls away quicklyi reply its a pencil, he says your lucky it didnt stick me he says get in the car, he opens the door, i sit flat flat on the floor, you see the cop cars have no seats, so i smashed my ass, and it hurts with a beat.










T-0100 ( or otherwise known as ) 1:30 AM

Im fucking wired but in the same moment, im tired and want to sleep.

I live in a laidback part of michigan... Oakland County.

But today, i was in Westland, a suburb of detroit.

So im tired.. but wired. I think, hey i'll do what i always do at home, go for a jog...

So i write my mom a note, because if she wakes up and doesent see me shes ganna tweak... mom im goin for a jog, its 130 expect me back by 215..

2 minutes into my jog, i pass 7 11 and a cop goes by...

and does a U-Turn.

^-- then the story above happens..

Okay, i get a ticket for Jogging after curfew.

GAY

GAY

GAY 1/2

GAY 2 1/2

GAY FUCKING TIMES A MILLION.

FUCK THE POLICE.
hahaitsdoogle Reviewed by hahaitsdoogle on . FUCK THE POLICE! I wrote out a rhyme.. Wanna know about this rant your ganna hear, you wanna know, because its just so clear. I got pulled over, in nothing but my pants, i waas running down the road, and i take a glance.. all i can see, is light, a flashlight in my eyes, but at first, all i could see is despise. You see a cop, he seen me jogging, i was smoking a cigarette, my minds gone soggy. He says what are you doing, i say smoking a fag, he says you cant do that, and why, why i say, to this hag. He says Rating: 5