Run Sinatra Run

He Who Makes the Rules on April Fools

The homie, Hobie

Slangin Rhymes @ Valen Times: Successful Navigation of Long Lasting Relationships and Wrong Answers Only

Sent from my iPhone Untitled. 2025 Frankie S. should not be saying this They’ve either faked this shit or he’s erasing it Thinking maybe this whole game is fixed We’re all taking hits, straight aim or miss Orangutans and chimps, caged, caked in shit Entertain the simps, we’re all trained to sit I’ll be trading fists until I’m made to quit If I’m an atheist, then come face the grinch If basic wit can make you flinch I got game to spit to the lames you with The insanely rich got planes and ships Then change to snitch when facing bits What makes me sick is the racists fits Keep shaking that fist at laziness An angry bitch ain’t changing shit That’s a janky fix like “hang that witch” Chains and whips and flames and pits Watch me taking risk just for the sake of it Still raise my kids with praise and gifts Then blaze a spliff and replay the disc Change my grip so you cant gain an inch Stay appraising shit with an angled twist Add a bass and kit and I’ll make a hit I ain’t no plagiarist. I was made for this Think I’m done

Real G’s Move in Silence

A Frankie Sinatra Silent Event: gnarled gnats and foreign gnomes align high-rise bullfights through insight and design. Tough neighbors caught signs of lightning at fight night. Welcome Ant, a real one, to StudiOG.

If Im Not Suppose 2 Eat So Many Pills, then Why Would They Make Em So Small?

StudiOG welcomes my man, Tat2. A mother fuckin Real One. Happy Halloween

If You Suck at Playing the Trumpet, then Thats Probably Why

StudiOG welcomes Gage. The next Generation of Super Computer Nerd Psychopaths is among us. At least they appear to be on Our side. Fuck tha World, Get Out and Vote 2pac 4president