corpses in my head. And they was better off dead. Runnin' faucets in my head, stompin', marchin' in my head. Sun is scorchin' in my head. Archie Bunker's in my head, talkin' bunkers in my head. Willy
I get mad wicked, and catch a bad one by the funker. (* around). I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker. 'Cause my brain is twisted, so, I cock the biscuit. 'Cause *'s
carry more blunts than Archie Bunk First of all you get a fat bag of ism. From uptown, any local store sells the * friend. Purchase a philly, not the city of Philly. Silly punk, I'm talking 'bout
Brian's party?. And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie. That was funny wasn't it?. (Yes!). See it all makes sense, doesn't it?. You and your husband have a fight. One of you tries to
