The Last Supper

The Last Supper

Where i spit truth, made of fire.....

You see tha powerful got nervous, Cause he refused to be their servant; 'Cause he spit truth, That shook heads and burned like black churches; Prose and verses, A million poor in hearses; Watch tha decision of Dred Scott as it reserves ; So long as tha rope is tight around Mumia's neck ; Let there be no rich white life , we bound to respect ; Cause and effect; Can't ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze??? My panther my brother we are at war until you're free!!!

Nuffnang

Friday, November 30, 2007

Fucking Stupid!!!



BODOH!!! BANGANG!! (STUPID ASSHOLES) Even in meetings they fight among each other. Dickheads. Now you people tell me, can the malays leave alone without the indians and chinese? And where do the party find these members? From the rempits?? Dumb assholes. Seriously dumb assholes.

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