ALWAYS REMEMBER TO :-
FUCK THE MAINSTREAM!
KISSES TO MY BITCHES, HUGS TO MY THUGS!
CALL ME AT +91-9819186331
GOT TOO MUCH SHIT ON MY PLATE,
SO WONT BE POSTING TOO MUCH TOO SOON.



I never Lacked a tool or acted cool/ It wasn't practical/ My tactical tracks turn/ to make MC's take forced sabbaticals.




Saturday, October 18, 2008

 

Official Song of the FOOSKERS

We be “Rolling Stoned”, and I aint talking bout “Classic Rock”,
Climbing Fastest to the top, feelin all inhibitions Drop,
When we smoke the POT, feels like a Bison hit the chest,
Then we Puff some more joint and pass it to the left.

When I’m high my vision is blurred and hazed,
The brains A Maze, all confused and dazed,
The Dopes a blessing, Hits u harder than Ali,
Wounds u’d be dressing, with Happyness and glee.

We get high on GRASS, like folks at wimbledon,
Fly to Mt. Everest, Glide thru the Grand Canyon,
We no good without out it, the Magnificent Shit.
It’s big, larger than life, like Pam’s Silicon tits.

- Adwait Deshpande

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