Biography of Gaz illionaire
'All children are born Atheists; they have no idea of God.'
Gaz illionaire Poems
I just use my imagination, Used it from kindergarten to graduation, Use your own in any situation, But if you don’t just stick to masturbation.
Give Her The Sun
Give her sun and she’ll be happy, I’d give her the moon and stars too, Give her sun and she’ll be happy, But I’m not tall or strong enough to.
Last chance now to perform a rhyme, Write a rhyme as if it was my very last time, Last chance now to perform a rhyme, Write a rhyme as if it was my very last time.
Hey there I’m a trendsetter, Hey there I’m a pacemaker, I’m not a faker I’m no fraud, I write this crap because I’m bored,
My Lack In Faith With This World & God
What the hells happened to the world today? Seems like God’s packed his bags and went away, Well at least Paris did some time, Better than Pete being in the magazines all the time,
Skeletons In Closets
When there is two men living under one roof, Who’s the man of the house and who is the mouse? There’s certainly an age gap, As the rage gets trapped in the verse of a song,
For A Blue Eyed Lass
Here I am, For all too see, Blue Eyed Lass, I can’t see clearly,
Never Been Kissed
Never been kissed, that was the twist, She never actually told me this, Geordie lass with a southern tongue, Looked like she was tremendous fun,
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Light reflecting off your eyes, Hey with a look like that, I believe that I couldn’t tell you a lie, The freaks are getting freaky,
Some Girls Do And Some Girls Don’t
She eyes up every bloke in sight, Sweet sixteen sees starry stars, Her motive is just good clean fun, But their motives hold a gun,
Oh Lady Tanya we got a present for you, We aint from a gang or from a gun toting crew, Were from a small town that’s not well known, Were all straight up were all home grown,
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna step on it, Dog dirt, you don’t wanna slip on it, Dog dirt, you need to watch your step, Dog dirt; check yourself for any specks.
Kiss My Assault
Who made up all the rules? We follow them like fools, Were policed until were deceased, Will we ever find a release?
Pass Me A Pin, So I Can Pop This Prick
Who the hell does he think he is? What’s his game what is this, Eee by gum hand me a gun, This guys head is growing into proportion,
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna step on it,
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna slip on it,
Dog dirt, you need to watch your step,
Dog dirt; check yourself for any specks.
Now when I say dog dirt I mean my thoughts,
I’m using it as a metaphor incase I get caught,
Now I love her but I can’t tell her,
Because if she ever found out I’ll be feeling under the weather,