bare the cost of bein a Bear takin rare roasts from prepared pots,Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
no fare paid,
split plates over bitch-made artists takin care on fought stages and lost
bare the cost of bein a Bear takin rare roasts from prepared pots,
no fare paid,
split plates over bitch-made artists takin care on fought stages and lost
The writing pages boss understand what the rage cost
Releasing my caged thoughts 'cause at the end it pays off
owed tides be tides changed hands, got my cajuns on land sniping with mire shots slice through ear-lobes with books than hooks on the looks any body named jobe
disrobe flows underneath the seeds of what is sewn i flow, cometh runth the cup over until i see you again in the mist of october/
in the pits of rock cobras i spit as the god, colder
hardly caught sober,
unchopped soldiers unload rockets from iron-rocked shoulders
Cookin the Pot meltin dodgin cops in Crooklyn like Spike Lee
Joints doubled twisted in the stone jungle like Barney Rubble grimy
As Onyx snatchin chainz & Movados inhale The Chronic, Indo, El Dorado
Hit rails, fat lines cant follow your greed too close, descend Icarus, Creed, Apollo
crack Phillies and green bottles, I spit seeds while enemies swallow
undead breed like three Diablos, forgotten easily like Petey Pablo
posted up like stamps watch me regime dream in scheme
bring out linage when ever we engage facing forces
beyond the rage held in a cage like lucifer/
primal rage and brutal blood,
Ill batters age, now who is up?
pour a sinner's gain into beautiful cups,
stitch a song of sixpence, the doctor's in and suture's cut
solely pool pole position ya team down in them daytona's
get flames all corn rolled cha know i'm cold as ice
sick as the golden fleece trying to be a beast all over this place making minds fall out like boys with no spines trying to think they can slime/
on Moses peaks I unfurl sheets and climb,
on foreign streets teams colliding,
the Iron mason come to bring peace with lightning
desire colorless scaleless killed in a vest sweating out amps
know minds get scamed and ramped up like a telepath out of control like Magento vs Professor X playing a game of chess with people as the pieces/
repeat Bush speeches until Al Quada pulls heaters,
I'm Mike on the scene pushin Bull sequences
bite cha ears like evander holyfield, emcees yield & cower ya bleed the color yellow thinking your another member of sinestro corps, my flows is asborbed in more anti-monitors than orange lanterns, think ya thrice in the whites of their eyes
Sounds like thats my Que, kinda like Mr T I PITY THA FOOl! or like I'm Playing Billards, Shake'n the Pillars of Heaven, more deadly then Killers with Weapons, With even more Sinister Intentions.
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
watch bitches return with diminished interests earned,
swipe my digits across the softest curves,
sickened with the withdrawal of my services, I never purchase bitches
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