AO: WoodstockRucks

When: 06/15/2022

PAX:

Number of Pax: 5

Pax Names: Bonilla, Dropbox, Glamour Shots, Gut Check, Rambling Wreck,

Number of FNGS: 0

FNG Names:

QIC: Bonilla


RUKERS. We regulate any rucking of this property. We’re damn good too. But you can’t be any geeksquad off the street. You gotta be handy with the sack, if you know what I mean. Earn your keep. Rukers, mount up!

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Gutcheck was on the trails tryin’ to consume
Some skirts for the eve so I can get some funk
Rollin’ in my ruck, chillin’ with my crew
Just hit the east side of the Brookstone Trails
On a mission tryna find Rusted Cars and Creeks
Seen a car full of rust, ain’t no need to tweak
All you deers know what’s up with F3
So, I hooks a left on the rocks and twigs
Some spiders shootin’ webs, so I said “Let’s do this!”
I jumped out the trees and said “What’s up?”
Some turtles pulled some shells, so I said “I’m stuck!”
Since these bucks peepin’ me I’ma glide and swerve
These Does lookin’ so hard they straight hit the curb
Onto bigger, better things than some thorny tricks
I see my homies and some blood suckas all in his mix

I’m gettin’ jacked, I’m breakin’ myself
I can’t believe they takin’ Gutchecks maps
They took my weight plats, they took my Garmin Watch
I looked at the brothers, said “Damn, what’s next?”
They got my homie hemmed up and they all around
Can’t none of them see him if they goin’ straight pound-for-pound
They wanna come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my lamp and shine them bustas down
They got antlers to my head, I think I’m goin’ down
I can’t believe it’s happenin’ in my own town
If I had wings I would fly, let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homie DropBox
Sixteen in the bladder and one in the hole
Rambling Wreck is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin’ and yellin’, it’s a tad bit late
Glamor Shots  and Bonilla had to regulate

I laid all them bustas down, I let my ruck explode
Now I’m switchin’ my mind back into freak mode
If you want bambie, sit back and observe
I just left a gang of does over there on the curb
Now, Gutcheck got the freaks and that’s a known fact
Before I got jacked I was on the same track
Back up, back up, ’cause it’s on
G G R D and me, the Bo to the nilla
Just like I thought, they were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
But Rucker child
Were in need of somethin’ else
One of them dames was sexy as hell
I said, “Ooh, I like your size!”
She said, “My car’s broke down and you seem real nice
Wants some WAFFLE HOUSE?”
I got a car full of deers and it’s goin’ real swell

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