They like our core, he loves the roster.
Because of Thibs this trash had prospered.
Those ferocious Bulls, once a stormin'
Six feet under thanks to putty face Forman.
Jimmy isolation, Rose no calls
Tanaka pokes his voodoo dolls.
No motivation, no push, no moves
For Gar or Pau? I'll let you choose.
Pump fake, move left
The entire skill set of our soviet.
Snell you get no rhyme you had your chance. You leave me with genuine
emotions. Leaving your arm and wrist in form after every shot like you're shooting paper into the trash. Bricking everything. The nerve to still keep that act going on despite the many bricks you've seen. Ride pine.
Dunleavy's back, McDermott's cuts
Taj's constant rim fukk ups.
Who else did I miss? I keep waking up and can't sleep.
I thought this would be funny in the meantime.