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I'll probably just post my favorite slug songs for a little while because theres nothing else interesting going on with my life at the moment. Who am I kidding they're all good but these are some that stand out to me. I think Im gonna start reading a book that my Jaw doctor gave to me. Its called * The 21 Irrefutable Laws Of Leadership* by John C Maxwell. He says this guys pretty good and he has alot of books.
Heres the Slug song of the day:

** I'm at the end
I had the strangest dream last night
I dreamted that we went on this arena tour with Peter frampton and Roxxane Shante
Damn I break ,some day I'll recieve my 8 cds for a penny
Or even better, any pennies for my c.d.s that you purchcase
So I can buy more vinyl even though my needles worhtless
To feel I've got a purpose
The change ups have been disturbed since the aim was broke
But I aint't no joke because M.C.s I chain smoke
see
Lungs inflame so I strain with themn
But if the Mic had no filter, it'd kill your central nervous systyem
The mental surface rips into yur head and words rain loose
Submerged in brain juice get introduced
Here I am
What do you mean my tickets invalid
It satrted off arogenous and no its getting cowlised
Instrumentaly challenged
It grabs my balance, it shakes it but I take it
I walk through it butt naked
Eat the tribulations, drink the disconnections, smoke the defections, overslept and failed the lessons
Find a friend in jesus, he turns rocks into bread
But my man Trav did it now he's locked in the Fed
where the fuck is the finish line
Innocence is defined by the platform and thats why I lack on pronunciation and I walk amongst the fake men That swarm the time clock trrying to find lunch
Break

I'm ath the end of my rope again
i'm at the end of my rope again
I'm at the end of my rope again
I'm at the end of my rope again

I'm at the edn of my rope again
At the end of my rope again searching for patterns in the fray
When my stay reaches finish, diminish is semi dramatic Anticipation is massive, when can I have it
All the senses are alert
I aim towards fear for main course, save the tenseness for desert
The end of my rope again
victim stands blind folded on the corner of 24th and Hennepin
I hunt ya and punctur your brains with my fangs
I can never funciton with toys, strictly Bboys
Headshots, Vandals, graffitti headtrip
Had an ill asphyxiation with Edie Cedwick
But I'm cool now, I play with my crew now
I keep my flow deep inside my pocket because I peeped how you lost it
Him who vomets is the one that ate the Jism
So kill the plagerism
I feel as if I'm swimming in the negative energy, osmosis
Used by those with the tools that know hom to render me hopeless
Choked with a tiny opening enabling one last gasp and one last chance to stir back lash
The end of my rope again
Suspended in mid ATMOSPHERE
God must want me here
Treating the loop hole that these birds fly through
Greetings
No the pupile in my 3rd eye is huge because i'm peaking

The end of my rope again
I'm at the end of my rope again
I'm at the end of my rope again
I'm at the end **

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