SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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My Peace Pipe Ain't Yours

My peace pipe ain't yours
So what the hell are you gonna say about it?
Who's going to soar for peace on your holiday for us.
What about Michael and his Egyptian moves
He moves like lead under water
Bubbles ain't on my peace pipe either
Slow smokin' for. my baby
Give it a wrist wrap
Enter left, enter right
Where is she?
Where is center stage when your unit is black ops?
Point taken!
Who is camera shy?
I saw her. I ventured she's no slut but wet. Holla!
Let's time this mission in the sky for her so she can just sit and smoke!
She like my donut hair
She say it sweet
Her name is what? 
No Michelle but Jane Kennedy, love her slow.
Butt naked in the river
For out at 
Skinny dippin' teen agin;
Where's Midnight? Oh baby
She's teared up
So's her baby sweet Maria
her's a hand for them that fot' for us
It's a keyload
It's sweet milk
It's Christ on her mind
Mine too
Where is he?
Pump it McDagger
Forget it Boyz II Men
No more expensive order or New World Order
MNM [Eminem] or Ice this time
Kid Rocket okay pus pus pussy
Her pussy is who's?
She says she's no one's woman
She's Satan and she loves him too
But she's a brother in camo
​So let's soar peace for her and let her smoke for her god.
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