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Uncle Muff Fryar Tuck fryan ryan d murphy the 03 herb king ya heard me (R.I.P.E) / Comments

Nikko McFadden
Nikko McFadden  (almost 4 years ago)

whats good!?!? much love from out in the 605!! "Just Chill" is my SHHT!!! took forever but i finally checked it out... much respect famo! 100

Nicca Z
Nicca Z  (about 4 years ago)

i really like ur style.. kinda what im tryin to do...

Uncle Muff Fryar Tuck fryan ryan d murphy the 03 herb king ya heard me (R.I.P.E)
Uncle Muff Fryar Tuck fryan ryan d murphy the 03 herb king ya heard me (R.I.P.E)  (about 4 years ago)

hell yeah babe...i just a couple brand new mixes on you check em out....but dam right i can feal yo potential

Uncle Muff Fryar Tuck fryan ryan d murphy the 03 herb king ya heard me (R.I.P.E)
Uncle Muff Fryar Tuck fryan ryan d murphy the 03 herb king ya heard me (R.I.P.E)  (about 4 years ago)

(GIRL PLEASE) v1.Girl please, you got me trippin over cordless phones..this kids whig is mo then gone, whore its on, his skin is itchin,.. can i score some cortizone my dome is lost n missin in a distorted zone reportin home,..is my decision.....i envisioned it different, uh sorta though, warm n slow, fine incisions, divine positions..grind n dig it,...quartin this ho' supportin this bro's kind n sippage, n whiter shipments, drive n pitch it...... on the oregon coast,...cuz ya born to get toast.....live dope n sit n boast, with this boy n get soaked,.. with whisps of smoke, which is sewn into the fabric of existence,..n its so...cuz ya soul's adorNded with soul n magic is it...packin digi's, with swarms of O's...mackin chickens,.. attached n stickin...to sacks n dick n formin molds..n torture holds....rabid vixens grabbin pinchin..rather mention thatcha sett of those...(v.2) Girl please..ya got to be..missin the point..skippin this boys intentions.., of splittin ya joints..n get sum friction inya loins......rip ya britches inta stitches did i mention ya can ketch the message thets hidden in his voice...its ya choice...discression is yours.....first session is foreplay, my forte'..modus..operande' is scorin dames...scorchin babes...your the same..installed with game...pore whores n skanks...or brauds with bank...goths.n "fakes"...sorta formed with taint......uh, mother how come ya tease a brother needs whats between ya butt n knees..like some diesease needs an antidote.....im from the streets an animal i run the trees im radical.., puff some green n thatll do...for a minute or two,..admits its you..,timid n smooth..,tinted n see-through, missin seafood..ya scent is sweet boo,.. tennis she shoes..energy thats suits you...i better sweep you before theses dudes do...(v.3)....Girl please you missin the biggest p-i-m n p, ya ever seen..., or'll ever meet, cemented deep in my serenity is where ya need ta be eventually i bet you'll see a remedy in me..from these..B-i-t-c- h'n...men n b-o-y-z.....oh i see ya dont like..a crevice king since 03..so i D-i-p dee-finnitly..n thets indeed instead of bein booty hurt,..acceptin shes truly workin against the G-r-a-...i-n-g...fryan d silently invitin freaks to my tent..n teepee..i bet its easy keepin my mind off each........tendin to these birds..intendin to befriendin murf.....,instead of spendin precious seconds with a dead-end adolescent perception,..never ketchin or learnin them simple lessons...jus concerned with possessions....n when conversin,..she refers to herself in the second person its depressin...................

Michael Kennerly
Michael Kennerly  (over 4 years ago)

Shit sounds sick! You're so ahead of the times cuz, your profile picture is even from the future!

Uncle Muff Fryar Tuck fryan ryan d murphy the 03 herb king ya heard me (R.I.P.E)
Uncle Muff Fryar Tuck fryan ryan d murphy the 03 herb king ya heard me (R.I.P.E)  (over 4 years ago)

(for what its worth): somthins happenin here..n what it is aint exzakalee clear that means it has to be fear..tradjedy n travesty taklin me n rackin sacks up this year..actually strappin me to my ass n its clear...enuff to see a magnafyin glass scene acid fryin has me tapped with ideas..thatta kings...n thatta be eventually the death of me its sad ta see a true mc doomed n deemed to repeat...the path of fiends and its deeds and its greed end of c..-h-a-p.....t-e-r take a seat n see we are........bacteria..trapped inna peetree jar....packed with fear n umm..deeply scarred...n its bizarre livin in oz limits n odds men is in charge him n his mom sister n aunt with a twisted image of god...given his heart skin n his charms skimmin the top..when does it stop when does it stop when does it stop...when is it ours.......................theres a man witta gun over there sayin..look son ya better beware..his head is square his specs are mirrors reflectin a queer image of you....him n his dude gettin rude respect the men wearin suits..a pair of boots his hair is crew sweet as tirimisu...til he carries me too..his car..bend ya knees watch ya head please...wait in the car...like i gotta lotta options g.......watch em rifle thru ya property causin me gobs of strife n stress..probly beat as a toddler..mite i suggest mo-lested..seems his father was touchin his uncle muff..or protected to the hilt given stilts livin onna shelf onna gotdam hill inna bubble huh..........dismissed by every click n squad that he thought he could possibly be a part of....a school bully...or just a perfect product..brought up inna lost environment sloppy fetus care momma i admit..i aint mad atcha...................................battle lines bein drawn..n nobodys right if everyone is wrong...young people speakin they minds...gettin so much resistance from behind......n now comes the time for fryan ryan ta come finer then a summertimes midnight..isnt it nice...mixed with enticing plights n capers endeavors spice n paper midlife itll stay forever..whatever...ya likes ya flavors.con-tempa-rary...old school holdin ya cool or gettin ya temper flaring...legendary legend barring mutha fuckas harrikari sunken brothas lookin cherry.can ya hear me listen clearly cuz this stuff could get hairy..aint safe to stand near me statepen or cemetary..ye bet its scary how serious i am n yes its next door mary-ann ............................................aint goin from homeless onda streets of oregon strait to the top..n back to bein poor again......(uncle muff): fryan ryan d murphy the 03 herb king ya heard me