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01-07-2025, 06:18 PM
#2776
Fuck it I’m like Jon Moxly
I’m that cocky
married a news reporter I’m that horny
No chains, no leash, you can’t lock me.
Bleed for the gold, I’m scrappy, not hockey,
Earned my scars, my road ain't glossy.
Shit ain’t picture perfect it’s Shotzi
Potholes and pit falls been thru it all….
Born to brawl, yeah, my style’s unorthodox,
Some call it chaotic others call it………
Unhinged and wild, breaking all the locks.
Call me unfiltered, no script, no props,
I’m the storm coming to the ring
It’s a travesty when the action stops.
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01-15-2025, 02:37 PM
#2777
Guerrilla strategic actions
Deadly intent sworn depositions
Omen embryo, Jorge Arce travieso
Enough ammo to blow headband off Rambo
Trigger happy like Griselda Blanco
Even Iverson couldn’t handle this arsenal
Ankles get Wildebeest stampede trampled
It sting with every breath you take like The Police
No need for APB, enemies been dissolved into antifreeze
No robe nor socks like Tyson walkin' to ring
Brawls turned orchestrated attacks of Tony Harding
Unhinged jaws by solar panels powered buzzsaws
Serrated metal disks sever granite mandibles
Bionic limbs to chest plates tectonic
Kelly Pavlik ghost Poltergeist prolific
Wicked reflection too evil for apparitions
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01-19-2025, 09:05 AM
#2778
I’m the Lord of Chaos when you display odds,
Turn tables like a deck of cards in the hands of gods.
Stack bricks in the ruins, but I build through the clash,
Turn ash to a kingdom, watch the phoenix flash.
Odds stacked high? I’m the one to defy,
Like a hawk through the storm, I was born to fly.
They whisper my name when the stakes are steep,
I’m the wolf in the shadows where the lions sleep.
Confusion’s my canvas, I paint with the rift,
Every crack in the system’s a ladder to lift.
You toss the dice thinking life’s a facade,
But I’m the Lord of Chaos when you display odds.
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01-20-2025, 10:04 PM
#2779
Oh, it’s round and round, but they can’t see, They’re stuck in loops of conspiracy.
The refs, the Earth, the moonlit tides,
It’s all a hoax from the "other side."
But we’re spinning faster than their minds can go,
Gravity pulls, but they’ll never know.
So when they scream “DO THE MATH!” and their face turns red,
Just smile and nod, let them spin in their heads.
We’re all on this sphere, whether they like it or not,
The refs called it fair—yeah, it’s time to stop.
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01-22-2025, 02:47 PM
#2780
Rogue cops guest referees
While I’m in game of death vs enemies
Adversaries’ last stop is mortuaries
I’ll drop deadly bars in their obituaries
Wigs from skulls pulled by gravity
Lethal source magnum force
Deceased prey on exhibit display
Two-faced battle cats get both jaws cracked
One swing of terminal axe and bodies collapse
Use paint canvas to wrap from feet to cranium cap
Feed the scraps to famished wolfpacks
Sicario amateur turned Grim Reaper whisperer
Born in Baja California in its most violent city Tijuana
Faced with roughshod insurmountable odds
Orca pods killer instincts and nerves of steel rods
Is why I became the best on Alejandro Sosa’s death squad
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