Flawless victory, since August I've had awesome delivery/
obnoxious activities may be caused by my cautious calligraphy...
Flawless victory, since August I've had awesome delivery/
obnoxious activities may be caused by my cautious calligraphy...
Image is everything except the truth.
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
vomit why harm it, you's a hermit kermit the frog bog the fog horn
battle born gods holla if ya hear the lord of chaos
rise from the ashes with another weapon cache
bashed in mashed fashionable telekinetics
i've been in mic booths where genetics are challenged and unbalanced/
Painted pictures from my palette that silenced any challenge/
unbalanced cuz my phallus is tall and skinny like Jimmy Fallon.....
Image is everything except the truth.
I’m slaughtering wigs splice though the heater
Feed cha a whisper, sublimal suggestions
Get cha question your relations
Question all your decision
Defusion I’m using logic
Been through college
Demolish your optics
Appearances are scarce like the number of Coptics,
Gambling with prayers yet monopolising their fates like Synoptics.
Bang bars mangle flows never needed to whore house it
Bounce though logic been polish since I had pimp the Irish spring
Speak it in motion closed casket it
When I mask and glove it
You’ll see me above it
Seen through it
Now you weaponize it while I exercise it
Devise through topical mash-ups
Dusted in crosses in the oceans
Seen through the closeness
The closeness of my eyes to the darkness,
double take to figure the window to harshness.
Bodies turn to blue as I pass by with an ice pick,
Pick to choose words carefully as I plan my next trick,
Death sings to my tune right from the casket.
I rise with my black robe and throw darts into throats,
My counter strike is magic as I turn blood into boats.
Throw whatever it takes, but my mind already overtook,
My rising soldiers are becoming legends, their blood is writing books.
The judge is hiding crooks, the reason my mind is shook/
hiding grams in a cranny, fo-five inside a nook...
Image is everything except the truth.
Yo life is tiresome, like a pit stop u betta re-tire son, im tha hired gun that sits higher than you
Im flyer than you rhymes make u perspire soon..
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
tempered presence in the realm of intelligence i'm swinging back like a battle hammer i snatched from thor's corpse, now who's the real son of odin from a dwarf star/
One lines Make y'all fuckin bugg worse than Christ from Northstar,just got off a European Porsche tour with 3 dead whores in the rear storage,that roll around when I stick shift into fourth,untill I add a fourth.the sick force inside drives the devils course,rebel cause slashen bitches vicious with Freddys claws, PAUSE... Jason's machete ready for heavy harms,deadly palms,Killer Bee sting within the fists of my arms,chin check u off the list,,a force to be recon with,the satisfaction that u get when your spirits free from a hex on it......
Last edited by Eversick666; 07-29-2014 at 10:53 PM.
"We discourteous creatures, features of repetitive
feaster's,that pray on the opposite optical of logical people"http://www.myspace.com/eversick0666
Its father n dangerous, the dude thats invincible so he dont Bother with Ailments
Turn ya pale skin inta confetti with my lyrical gale winds
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
Pristine etch those sketches in trenches
We next dimension gate cha in communities
My spits sick like im spittin loogeys these hicks get hit with triple 6s like mel gibsons christian movie
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
Glock get backed up and dump like big booty/ Talking Yolo, Bitch you Polo i tirck Gucci
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