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Never above never below 41

Yeah g bring logan city back to the rap game

There once was a fellow, three feet and a smidge, Who flexed on the daily atop his small fridge. With arms like spaghetti and legs just as thin, He’d boast to the world of the battles he’d win. “I’m stronger than lions!” he’d shout to the skies, As neighbors suppressed their amused little sighs. He’d wrestle the garden hose, claiming success, And spar with the broom, leaving it in distress. At the pub, he would strut with a confident air, Grunting while lifting a toddler’s high chair. When asked about abs, he would proudly proclaim, “My six-pack’s so fierce it puts Zeus’s to shame!” One day came a breeze, a bit rough and unkind, It toppled our hero, left his pride in a bind. But he stood up straight, with a wink and a grin, Declaring, “Even the wind knows I’ll win!” So here’s to the little man, feisty and proud, A pint-sized dynamo in every crowd. For muscles aren’t everything, that much is true, But his mighty big spirit? It could bench press you!

The Mighty Little Man There once was a fellow, three feet and a smidge, Who flexed on the daily atop his small fridge. With arms like spaghetti and legs just as thin, He’d boast to the world of the battles he’d win. “I’m stronger than lions!” he’d shout to the skies, As neighbors suppressed their amused little sighs. He’d wrestle the garden hose, claiming success, And spar with the broom, leaving it in distress. At the gym, he would strut with a confident air, Grunting while lifting a toddler’s high chair. When asked about abs, he would proudly proclaim, “My six-pack’s so fierce it puts Zeus’s to shame!” One day came a breeze, a bit rough and unkind, It toppled our hero, left his pride in a bind. But he stood up straight, with a wink and a grin, Declaring, “Even the wind knows I’ll win!” So here’s to the little man, feisty and proud, A pint-sized dynamo in every crowd. For muscles aren’t everything, that much is true, But his mighty big spirit? It could bench press you!

Voila Norbert

Logan lad

Repping Lyrics Rhythms Sound Makes Me Rap Soul Dance It Out Inner DownUnder straight up hoodz Vibing My Beatz music 🎶 tankz IT whole other level ground street's style watch them again Song deadly weapon WORD absolutely rip 😭👏

Logan 4 life

Miss you jai😢😢

Awesome nephew ❤

Please 🙏🏼 who can tell me how named this song 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

South Side 216ix Invercargill ✅💯

The only thing pop smoke couldn't do is take 9 shots.

Logan city to the grave

Rip jai

FKN OATH LAD🔥💯

This is off its head 🔥 check me out Kz

This Shi hard 🔥

Real talk

This is 32

40949 Lacy Drive

Ouuuuu wahhhhh! Fire my brothers 🔥 🙌🏾 Big respect from across the pond! first nations man North Qld 🎶✊🏽 This slaps too hard fkn oath!

Agnes Falls

Them boys ain’t tough when they sober

Better than skux ❤

An that Pauline park skate bowl. Love it

Marsden ❤ that tunnel to Kingston. Remember that shir 501 Amsterdam ❤

Rip jai

Bra

FTO winna blizzy woo

I shit on myself if it makes you happier 1:17

eyy good stuff!! SA got love for yall

RIP uncle jai love you🖤💛❤️🖤💛❤️🖤💛❤️🖤💛❤️🖤💛❤️🖤💛❤️🖤💛❤️🖤💛❤️🖤💛❤️🖤💛❤️tell your dad i love him and i miss him

Hi nanny❤

but ya music still goes alright haha

your a cat even ya niece agrees haahhha

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I miss you uncle jai😭😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭I will never forget you I miss you 🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭

putting maoris on tha map💯🔥

Stunt 101

underrated fr 😮‍💨

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"Them boys ain't tough when they sober" 🎯

Rip jai fly high my brother forever 17❤🕊

In a world of concrete dreams, he stands, A plastic man, in plastic lands. His smile frozen, his eyes unseeing, In a realm where nothing's truly feeling.His heart, a molded piece of art, Yet hollow, lacking a beating part. He walks among the synthetic crowd, In a silence, he's unbowed.But beneath the polymer facade, Lies a yearning, a whisper flawed. For in his plasticity, he seeks, A touch of warmth, a love that peaks.Though crafted from synthetic mold, His soul still seeks what can't be sold. A plastic man, in a world of steel, Longs for something true and real. P.T. you know what I mean

Da Back-door Bandit, a weak-willed man who shies away from responsibility. He lives a mundane life, avoiding debts and difficult situations. One day, the little man seeks charity at my house. Unable to handle himself, he urinates on my couch but fails to clean it up or take responsibility for his actions. Such behaviour is common in his grub mind. Over time, the stench and stain from the urine become unbearable yet still he continued to wallow in his own filth. I notice, my friends notice, but he ignores their comments, scorn and laughter, hoping the issue will disappear on its own. Eventually, the plastic og realizes that his avoidance of the problem only makes it worse. Instead of acknowledging his cowardice and the impact it has had on my upholstery the best solution his small brain could muster is to curl up in the dirt where we threw him crying out covered in piss. Determined to make amends, the protagonist decides to take responsibility for his actions. He apologizes to his friends and family, and he replaces the ruined couch with a new one, symbolizing his commitment to facing consequences and making things right.Conclusion: The story ends with the protagonist feeling a sense of relief and redemption as he embraces the importance of responsibility and accountability in his life. Just kidding, he crawled away and isn't going to be back 😨😁🤣

In a world of concrete dreams, he stands. A plastic man, in plastic lands. His smile frozen, his eyes unseeing, In a realm where nothing's truly feeling.His heart, a molded piece of art, Yet hollow, lacking a beating part. He walks among the synthetic crowd, In a silence, he's unbowed.But beneath the polymer facade, Lies a yearning, a whisper flawed. For in his plasticity, he seeks, A touch of warmth, a love that peaks.Though crafted from synthetic mold, His soul still seeks what can't be sold. A plastic man, in a world of steel, Longs for something true and real.

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