Originally Posted by
Eversick666
Supersize the facts clowns, the verbal spits that shadow box the 6, ritualistic fits abandon random ransom of your wit, classified as sick, incarnation of words obsured with obscure notation hint, spark the dark with flint black musket powered glint,devour sin hold hell within, and breathe fires flames upon u pawns when hopping squares to win, J.T.S. rhymes splash the bloodline like next of kin, me and this cat would flip your cap so bad ull have to get a new era in,stone fist to check ya chin, ure all eyesore cyborgs digital prints with electric limbs,tight pants and light up timbs,the goverment desensitising the world on a whim,so im bringing back what's grim,testosterone
poems honed till there peeling off ya skin..