Originally Posted by
ChristO
...sheepish, lord, these sheep are lured to the grocery store
in plastic rap, dismembered and packaged to the omnivores
my mission is to mar's, what remains of mar's is mine for sure
d. day is GOD's funeral projection, should the white devour
and I give them parts of GOD to wed, G. and D.'s fate sealed
I rearranged ellsworth's name to the worst hell, these dates revealed
in real-time now, x marking the spot at the states' center mass
white lady chriss' getting my house ready, she ain't meant to last
around vs and within our affairs, 'cause we d.o. for self
over here, my lo'op itself the coldest threads, I'm shitty sharp
and any mark get a tight shot group thru 'em, I outgrew them
horror movies, I'm not foolish, you'll see me now, I'm not ghoulish
once I got myself all and together now, how's that wu' shit
the art of war I been knew was mine before sun tzu cliqued
as the c13arance I drew up as I'm Him on wu' manual pages
yahdah yahdah, I go on about it, yeah, about them days then...
...so, who's the best man for this job against these sins
as shit is not sweet is the acronym I made from s.i.n.s.
the wack's shit get fifteen seconds of airtime from the landmines
he put on the act of a grand lodge, they know the land's mine
the noos a much tighter fit on the game's trachea
I will single-handedly have the game's plan changing up
the seventh month a day after the next day from today
if you know latin, when I'm in rome, the vatican's in a fray...
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