Poem -

Eastie Gee

Eastie Gee

Eastie Geez
They loveĀ 
The way I ball wreck them
Set the tee
An watch how I chin check them
I want
Put this cup down
It got a body in it
An Its fine alaĀ 
You don't wanna
Mess up
Its only bop
Sidewalk the long stroke
Let's knock some down
Wit a neck like yours
Oar lended the tec
Stick hangover
Bites on this pinky
Popcorn can't be dead
You came dressed
Maine she just messed the hit
Pimp leafs an bird feathers
On that back
S party
Full of bodies
Found in Vanderbilt
Complex of leaving this very subject
Peanut mamaĀ 
I wanna bang the brains out
Spitting Reel gutta lit
Blesses the belly
For the on coming murders
We all sit
In our own convo
Of present beauty
Post to the pole
There is nothing else better
Say it
An receive none the pressure from five
Bites of on the pinky
Ox
We don't do over
Hey mama
Dank doesn't leave the sky
Nor does this stank
I'll plant a ball in yo veins
Did field heard Sarah
The preacher done it
That's how they found Gloria
This pride pluged all sync
Walk baby
Its on do me
Push up
Look
I know who feel it
I make your body
With these
The stick
I'm Who
Maine They oneĀ 
That hip me too you
Horns an the same drum
It doesn't come
Until the garage open
Portability portraitĀ 
Meat
Walk baby
Candles sit the fireplace
That's rite catch my baby

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.
Poem -

Gosh

Gosh

Axe Wonka Wokka
Yeah I’m on that
Water
Yeah
I get out
Tomorrow
...

Poem -

Me my mouth and this door

My partner ride too it

Me my mouth and this door

Me
Meets
Clubs
An mafia mobs
This city
All stopped
Yeah
...

Poem -

Get Homeboy/cristlena N/by...

Memp it/ A you/she stack wit that p

Get Homeboy/cristlena N/by baby

A
Get yo homeboy
Im
Enjoying
This dance
I dance
The same
...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

TIME TO MOVE ON

Cosmofunnel has who knows how many members
but there are only a few who contribute, who anyone...

Poem -

HERMIT PHASE

HERMIT PHASE

The conscious needs it...

There's a point some people get to in their lives...

Some may...

Poem -

A letter from the fire

You speak to me as if clothed in righteousness,
as if your lips have never tasted the poison of sin...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com