Ok people. This is Cherry Smokes Poem. In this one Pauley, Tommy, the boys and me rip motherfucking fstties behind the lightning shed. Naturally

Okay, people, it’s been a while since I printed anything. So this Buds for you ya right bastard

See you down the road,

Matty

Me and the boys, we were back of the shed
It said danger on the side
We were gonna sell ourselves some fuckin’ DVDs
Hey now OG take a ride

Hey now sister watch out lover let’s burn it to the fucking ground
Look out, mama, there’s a white boat coming
And it’s just about to gun ya down

We came around the back of the lot
With a pocket full of matches and the whole damn place

There’s a dude on his phone, yeah, yeah, with headphones on
He looks like some guy, but this guy’s long gone
He seems to have a problem of some kind
Or in words he’s got shit on his mind
All we know is he’s a loser of the biggest kind

He’s got a glue gun man like he’s fixin’ his shoe
Maybe dawn’s gonna find him with nothin’ left to prove
All we know is this sucker’s always on the move

Pauly baby, Westerberg that is
Told his brother Tommy
That soda’s gonna fizz
Tommy said, “Fuck it, yeah, I know”
Pauly said, “Brother, let’s bitchin’ go”

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