Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Red Bus

They use to call him Sperm Bank…
He used to sit at
The back of the bus and
Make out with any
Available, desperate native girl.
The back of the bus
Is inhabited by more whites now,
While my dreams
Are inhabited by a Red school bus.
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I never really cared for him either.

July 9, 2004
Suge


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