Nasty logic

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

From the graver digger split wigs like a pig guts my flows are hurricanes when touch land
you can't handle the tornado's and earthquakes I manufacture while you menstruate/
From the grave chatterbox to the cemetery where your moms is buried
drop zone pop up slow stoned off the chronic bubonic plaguing staging calling it the doom ages/
stepping wolves cloven off smokes dome choke piloting planes into minds
Freddy frosting your flakes with snakes watch them shit eat cha GRREAT/
my wakes be open forums for battlers to get slaughtered by houses
crowds cha spines rip you down to the cellular level
leaving you weaker than an amoeba wit no treble n bass to receive ya/
out cha team without using the “canary scream”
dream in teams of ghost that smuggle booze in your graveyard/
scared for life type write cha fate, enter books of death into CPU's
you can't compute your own hell when I am the “L” you can't compare too/
blaring the bass, sickle in the place , ghost ghastly dreaded by the “hollow sheep”
you micro peeps sleep on the sheep the Z's you take will be the last you feel when I SAW into your spirit leaving you desolate destine to be relegated to purgatory without any allegory/
see through stories gamed cocked gator rock stone cold famous drop
your a zombie a former shell of yourself dead cha wealth/
zip up your accounts your RAR files be manageable handle a Sandoval
my handle be camera cars check the darts I whip you wit/
status a bate fated jaded waited out cha cunts punts
my dump lumps be fun thumps you can't peep these bleeps/
receive your yards in my stats chat happen stances
banish classical rapid raven saving nobody/
got the hurricane in my mind watch weather the storm
I born hell a scorn check the day you mourn and the nation you rep/
step up the rep dead cha lexus exit the premise and enter realities dentist
my texts be episodes I view from day to day on DVD each n every day i'm alive/

deaths a weapon
hollow sheep's are agents
make scenes explode like a led Zeppelin
screen visuals without cues
slice through thoughts
wit nuclear knives
coming wit nasty logic


dramedians be bordem with silcone in them
ditzs glitches matrix riffs spliffs of brains all rearranged/
destine deaded berate cha headaches by chest pains
you ain't got the migrains til i shock you like raidain versus scorpion/
soul control mold cha bones throw off tones by piano players i clone
stomp on your grave stab you in the neck leave you displaced without a place to call home didn't get the memo your poor poe rip off/
slipknot props ops be dots connected by thoughts
caught cha off guard barred by times you chose to optimize/
drop eyes see me in disguise fuse flies with the human eye
didn't you goldblum your teleportation array before you used it/
tetrahethan breath reasons now you seeing the verse got allot meanings
dreaming document cha obvious my nevers be knots i haven't clocked yet/
depths under seas break the points lesson etches sketched in weapons
deceive backyards by the hacks i marred by the bars you tend to count/
i'm alligned with GOD and the light soliders so when you try n darken chaos
i write the spark that will smite cha lines in one rhyme/
round off after a hundred my stupendous
end cha chips with negative #s didn't see the decending order/
dumb under clone thunder bring the wonder in the punts
you cunts think you thunk when you haven't even thought up
half of what i think of/

[Drunken Monk]

MY FAVS


zip up your accounts your RAR files be manageable handle a Sandoval
my handle be camera cars check the darts I whip you wit/
status a bate fated jaded waited out cha cunts punts
my dump lumps be fun thumps you can't peep these bleeps/


AND THIS ONE

I born hell a scorn check the day you mourn and the nation you rep

PROPZ MAN


im back soon sheep
our project will be the best

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

uppin