"Hella Hyphy Hellas?!"
I fill condoms with holy water and throw them and abstinate vampires
just to watch them burn like camp fires
Salma Hayek-esque desires
You know, the little shit that inspires
Needles through knows like telephone wires
Hot like burning rubber nascar tires
Won hit one-ders expire
like misplaced avocados under umbrellas
On street corners 'hollarin' at lustfull lost Cindarellas
Come on fellas
Or is all you can say just hella hyphy hellas?!
A Hella Hyphy Avacado
~GWH/MM/TS 2007~
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