walk into the hall of glory until it curves and 'turns-to-ya-fate'..
..testin this GOD will get you dealt proper and 'served-on-a-plate'..
steppin to this chump folk..mah special weapon will 'pump-jokes'..
ill slice ya stomach,crack ya ribs,and use ya intestines as 'jump-ropes'..
..few has survived..better yet yall know wat i'd do-to-this-guy..
..dude-is-derived,reachin 'beyond ya vision' when taking out the 'routes-
of-ya-eyes'...
..truth is natural to drop off like FALLing 'leaves-in-the-automn'..
..you have no relation to treasure chest accept your
both 'retreived-at-the-bottom'..!!
..truth can only suck, like 'sluts paralyzed' from the neck-down...
strangle you with cable wires, so maybe truth's lines can
connect-now!...!!
show me something that beat that
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my thought are sick liking sexin yuh moms
Im like Jeffery Dahmer I got a freezer full of arms
and I dine on lungs and spleens
wash it all down with gasoline
and you should know I dont have no fear
Lucifer brought me the light now Im in the clear
and what makes you think you nice
Im the roman who stcuk that spear in Christ
if you see me in yuh home best plead fuh yuh life
But its over for you only question am I using the gun or the knife
I got more skins in bags then pork rhines
and you think Im worried about corny ass punchlines
I cant give you heaven but I can show you hell
Tormented souls and demons dwell
and this place exist right inside of my mind
dude this is more then a freestyle more then a rhyme
evil for eternity so I cant run out of time
Im about to act like eight and lead you to nine
Like Mr reeves Im breaking yuh spine
and Im not insane I aint lost my mind
Im just a real live maniac who's good with crime
now Ithink you'll play silent like you was a mime
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Death-Impregnated An An-Infant Born In Malevolent-Sentiments-Its Relevant, Hits Smack The Back Of Ya Head In Motion; To Shoot Prem’s |Breath Back In His Hands| Quicker Than |Checkin’ For Halitosis| .. (oh shit)
..Displaced Craniums Hangin’ Like Dangled-Ornaments..I’ve ‘Cornered-The-Legends’, And ‘Conquered-Their-Coordinates’.|.Even Sup Is |Searching For His Words| More Than |Awkward-Moments|..
..|Braille Uniforms| You |Probing’-Ya-Soul| !..|Cursin’-Yu-Ten-Folds|,Like Frustrated |Origami Wit Blindfolds|!..shh..Day 1, Prem Digested Sickness? -Guess He Caught truths Cold.. (omg)
wanna kept going ok
..I’ll ‘murder ya’ on ya ‘death bed’ just to put da slugs-to-ya-stretcher.. my grudge-is-i -met-cha.. So Prem a rip ya ‘Veins through ya face‘, and leave ya ‘Fearin Enzymes’ like da smudge-on-yo-record //
..Sceptered, cause wit knives i’m quick to pinch collections...Blink’ and i’ll heat-da-section..(Haste Nervous) cause Prem leaves ‘Surv questioning his quality like Drink Inspections // omg!
..Like 'rugby finals’ ima make yall 'forget this champ', (yall baffled) when lyrics blitz ya odds hit wit due tackles... ’Shuffle his membranes’ and leave Haste ‘Slow to react like his squad in crew battles// ‘gettin heated’
...Like 'angry pigs survers' i’m quick to 'slam flops'..Prem a make ya ass fold when the drawn-hand-cocks...Just Try and go (traingle) to da top but I Stay Above U Like Ya Jonhandcock // (sûrv) think about it
..Board loves when u hit home wit disses they want da worse-in-ya-quotes...da thirst-in-they-throats.. so I’ll ‘email Haste my results from da next round? hows dat for a ‘Personal Note’//
get out of here you suck
thats some old shit i had writtin
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dirty will serve this faggot quick and simple, 'like fast-food-waiters'//
your rhymes will never move me like 'unpowered-escalators'//
i call your raps HI-C, cuz all your 'punchlines-are-fruity'//
dirty's illness makes your WEAK hits out-dated, like 'SILENT-Western-movies'//
you play with more pussies than 'animal-adoption-SHELTERS'//
i'll make you dissolve with my SPIT like you only consist of 'alka-seltzer'//
i'll "crush" ya "trash" like "COMPACTORS", murder this ACTOR//
its like you "spittin in sign language".....cuz "ya words aint a FACTOR//
verbs will ATTACK YA...."CRACK YA" like 'CHIROPRACTOR-PATIENTS'//
i'll put ya lips on railroads so you can try an 're-TRACK-t ya statements'//
get "smacked to pavement" and "stepped ova" like 'loose-change'//
CRUISE through lames, ya name ain't TOM but this MISSION IMPOSSIBLE like usin gasoline to 'SOOTHE-FLAMES'//
time to learn ya LESSON, can't use ya ryders 'fo-PROTECTION'//
cuz im always HARD ON THE WEB like spiders with 'viagra-erections'//
when BATTLIN', flamin fists enter ABDOMENS and he starts 'grabbin-his-ORGANS'//
I stay killin "new-bees" like yellow jackets 'havin ABORTIONS'//
lead prone... i check domes, be sure to keep ya 'HEAD-STRONG'//
think you betta... i'll "kill you incorrectly" ta prove ya 'DEAD-WRONG'//
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if you the love the child of death you a waste of time and sperm as a matter of fact i heard death gave your mom a white perm.it's quite clear that you are fearless but when I'm done you'll be a bitch on the floor screamin for jesus.don't test me I'll deliver a sophisticated iyrical blow like a double barrell shotgun.prismatically I'll have you barred, beared and raped, it's a shame that your freestyle career ended by my hands guess it was just fate and just for show I'ma parade with ya hood with ya blood on my hands then come to your crib and leave a stained glass reminder like jesus did.
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...*Left Scars on Notepads*, Gave ‘Birth to Text’, When I let the ‘Pen Plant the Seed to Creativity’!! Yall Honored Such Things…
Sacrificed my Hopes wit *Plans to be the Best*, But that’s only ’Food for Thought’, when yall left “Salt on my Dreams”………!
...Every time a Syllable Formed, it was a Born Statement where Clashes of Happiness and Struggle Finally Broke-In…
Kwickly Anger Represented mah Diet……when Opportunity Came, and It was Tired of Knockin! Plus, the Doorbell was Broken……….!
...”Palms Consist of Engraved Pen Grips” where I had the “Pen Grip’d”, so tightly thru mah Fingers, that Dead Tissue Formed and made The Pen Slip…
When I “Regained Consciousness” of my “Blood Flow”, there was a Sick Aroma..So I Struck the Pad wit Such Force!! Punctuations Penetrated To Ink..and Left the ‘Pen In a Coma’…….!
...Fucc Anything Less!!! I was on Top for Sure, “Writing so Sicc”, My ‘Pad of Potential became “Ill’ and the Pen Transformed to a Thermometer..
Recording Specimen of Lyrics, Flowin thru Proper Verbs..Daily Dose of “Eating Emcees” eva Since a ‘Fetus’…..cuz mah Mom was Poor and had No Money to “Feed Us”…….!
...My Tongue Desperately Entwined the Flesh of Battlers, till Hate was Born..Saliva Dripped from Lips to their Battered Bones Taste was Worn..
Po*TenSe™ + Text= Invincible!!…Thru the Faith and Lord…Than Psychotically (Loaded a Pistol), Engaged to Drawin for Death! but Found I was ”Sketchin My own Face wit Horns”........!
...*People Proclaimed Me* (Creativity of Punch Lines), Than Added, Also my Flow was the Nicest..Relentlessly ‘Beating Myself To Stay Above the Rest’ was ”Driven by Peer Pressure, Emotions, and Violence”..
Always Been Told, Yo, Po ”Speak Ya Illness in Words”..! ..But Disgusted when I left YOU with a ”Moment of Silence”……..!
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