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"Dot dot dot" he says when he makes his entree.
You know who I am talking about.. Yes Premier.

Some girls have confessed the dots make them hot.
Yes this sexy baby is definately the jackpot.

Eepster was the lucky lottery winner.
And for this she shall live as a sinner.

Cause come'on get real they live a life of crime.
Sure there is passion but that doesn't earn a dime.

Now Premier knows what pays, let me give you a clue.
It's made from metal and it does pew pew pew.

Now thats something real, a hombre with a gun.
Rumour has is the Spanish Inquisition is not one to shun.

You find him in the city of Angels... Los Angeles to be exact.
Mess with him and the devil himself will sign the contract.

So my Ode goes to Godfather Premier, do I need to say more?
This guys definately knows how to score, hardcore.

Nice poem Madam Rourke.. Very cool

Great poem, nicely written!

Things like this touch the souldeep down, i saulute Scitpita for this beautiful work of art.

Damn Godfather keep up he word play and I may ask you to do a track with me.

"Now Premier knows what pays, let me give you a clue.

It's made from metal and it does pew pew pew."

Nice.

As a former, loyal member. I can vouch and say that Prem is top of the line when it comes to leadership.  It was from him, I learned how to be rational, stern, and a str8 to the point type of leader.

Greatness deserves appreciation and Prem you are appreciated in my camp, as well as, others around our world.

Your actions speak louder than words. I've come to realize that works.

Marley tears up and gets the red eyes, but then realizes it's just the weed that did it.

I loved it, Nuff said.