..red Im not your best friends cousin... so dont act like you know me
...Jack Smurfing the Bambi ...
I.. Drunk and Relentless Sexy Boy Man:....!
...7 days : deluging the sword with my veins...
Intel, talent outweighs most egos
Thinking?!.... I Think not!
"Make sure you put a couple of drops of hot sauce in the condoms when you
throw them out. That way if you are dating a crazy bitch she'll get a surprise
when she tries to take some of your seed out of the used condom to get
pregnant " - oliver
PS! please be alerted, the borderline misogynistic lyrics in my songs do not at all portray how i act in person lol
the random intel:
the lord guides my double edged tongue, im a verbal disciple,
who's pertinent titles, aim for usurping the bible...through a jihad of my circulus guile.
bringin abounding scorn , to satan as i grip and dismount his horns,
and "twist his wig back" when i scalp his forehead with my proctor's crown of thorns,
im supply lobotomies, and digest em like hannible lecter's defiant prodigy
leaving victims brain dead like meth-babies practicing scientology,
leading my opulent syndicate, through revelations as i conquer the genesis,
asphyxiating the viewers with awe before i abolish the witnesses....
lol .. just bored in my cis class...
poetry:
im not sure as to why you're looking for,
more...than i can provide?
i abide
by rules of love, you can tell from the look in my eyes.
and i adore, the way you move... youre body, shape, and groove,
ill rocksteady, the sail is set,the motion wave is smooth.
all aboard my queen and captain... seize that captions
pictures paints thousands of words: these are scenes in action..
so let me relieve this tone; i do believe youre grown,
and sexy, ill start your neck down until my lips lead me home.
pain is kindness
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pain is love is war, and youre killing me with kindness
he who says a pictures worth a thousand words seems to be the wisest,
ive seen a thousand pictures, of you and i, thousands of kisses...
but only "death " comes to mind followed by drowning whispers.
...lets hush the mistress word...because they say that sinister curves
symbolize satans degenerate slurs...
if so, why every time we speak the tongue slithers and swerves?
is this " his" work?...is "he" reason since swords and spears
monetary status has intergrated with mating seasons to cause avarice and torment peers?
'route' of all evil is the love for money? or the love of being loved.
is it the meat the lion inside us fights for? or the pride in feeding his cub?
he who "makes the bacon"... bestow the smiles:
though a slave to satan, do he necessarily skoal to vile?
or be just a hopeless child....at which you aim your spears,
i rever god, but you pseudos claim religions because its only based on fear..
i adore the lord... but the thought of dying for love scares me:
to death. i live carefree , till someone launches the "L "word, my heart
palpitates; barely...
so pain....is love.... is war.... and youre killing me with kindness.....
im willing to die for " my country" ...so for you... i lay.. lifeless
emotional :
My Favorite Ex
its a bird............. its a plane........................
whatever it is, take me away
from this place , i cant take the pain
or stand the way:
im supposed to be a man
but god damn...... my iron enamel starts to waste away! when you make that face...
and ask me to trust you....
whenever it comes to
me trying . but not always having the guts to.
i always say i love you....but whenever im not making love to you:
my new mindstate becomes FUCK YOU!
fuck who~ ever makes the 'ace of spades'
engave in text messages by which im innately replaced......
its safe to say.
im only safe in place
in a packed phone book full of dudes who u *claim* to hate....
so hate me now ...(you fucking heifer ) take a bow... your loves an oscar winning act and i just played the crowd...............
my anniversary
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as my heart peers. i stare in awe
lord give me strenght, so help me god
made dirt, and i, and you ...and worse
in vain the latter most come first.
all is fair in love and war
since youre a cheater and a whore
yet im a fool for loving you...
happy valentines day and fuck you too...
im so fucking weak.....
not in the knees , i can hardly speak....
this isnt SWV....im bitter; I HATE humanity
but love global warming, id burn every fucking canopy..
im dying to live. to breath, to listen and hear.
to love with out convulsing or obsessing in fear,
cause youre a fool and a fucking queer...
but i wish i was....or still had your thoughts
for i now know that love can be bought
whether for cold hard cash or a fair sized cock?!
FUCK THIS SHIT ..... LOVE?!
me?!?! ... bitch i hope you piss blood!
angry? no this is raging hate...
i illustrated our future while you played with paint
yet you claimed the saint
role ....
-this-
-is-
-not-
-your-
-fault- ....
its mine.
this shan't happen to he who hath the spine
to say ... a hoe.... cant be housewife for shes a swine.
but then again, i couldnt tell..... since love is blind.
everytime I come to lie, and tell you how much I love you,
my Aegis shatters when I look in your double-edged mirrors.
You raise your sword in a Monotone
And Penetrate me as I act as though I don’t feel it.
I guess my heart’s as cold as the minstrel’s Corpse
Who was slain by the power of his Lyric
It seems you’ve won the battle, in a causeless war,
But You Can Never Break my already Broken Spirit…
rhetoric:
this world's a hostile viscinity, literally,
where my beliefs and chivarly, are questioned upon viscidity,
where visually , my thoughts and entities,
of higher powers, are doubted, unless proven on by facsimilies,
that they do exist and vividly,
are supreme, like greens, representation in celtic viridity/
or mythical powers that limit thee....
to nothing less, than cumbered stress accumulated by liviing fees/
so typically....you make a check , while stressed in debt,
breaking backs for pennies with hopes of healing crippled knees/
but you still question mentally,....my essence, and prescense,
yet your predescendants were hung upon christmas trees/
so when... niggas get shot in spines,
and ask where gods resides, i tell em in the barrells of glocks and nines/
that they formerly blasted/ i tell dudes , karmas a bastard/
so is putting ur 16 year old into a casket...
battle:
intel is true TALENT REVEALED, my RAP-IS-RE-VERED, ill SMASH-THIS-DUMB-QUEER/
like swartzeneggar's ACT-ING-CAREER, ill leave this dude as an AT-OMI-C-SMEER,/
wit his BACK ON A SPEAR, this "blatant f***"'s another BABBLING PEER,/
who wouldnt "make the cut" while GRAPPLING SHEERS!/
UR flows are nothin but IMPROBABLE BABBLE, thinking youd win, YOU WALK IN MY SHADOWS /
ya fate premeditated, ur already CHALKED AT THE GALLOWS!/
your thought PROCESS IS SHALLOW,my "flows are *re(a)d*" , with a "scope and a lense",/
while you like Crispus Attucks ! YOU NEVER HAD A SHOT IN THIS BATTLE/
This "VISCERAL FOOL" got his "SHIT CONFUSED! " I'll RIP THS DUDE,"
my bars'll leave his BRAINS SHATTERD like OIL FRAGMENTS From "JIFFY LUBE!"/
got me "MISCONSTRUED" ill leave his" LIGMENTS SKEWED", "THIS DISMAL BRUTE! "
will get his lungs pierced like chevy blades through "An INNER TUBE!"/
im a FEARLESS HORSEMAN, leavin SPIRITS DORMANT, after COERCING CORPSES/
this dudes LYRICS FORFEIT, ... wouldnt * make the cut * with SHEERING FORCES!/
i bring TEARS AND TORMENT!!!...my *current* flow SERVES NAVY ADMIRALS,
words SLAY AND BATTLE FOOLS, this dudes goin no where fast like geos RACING TO TRAFFIC SCHOOL!/
lol just enjoying my self....
I -SPLIT PERSONALITIES- two faced when I RIP YOUR ANATOMY,
your LYRICS ARE TRAVESTIES, that dont *connect*, like cursive attempts, WRITTEN IN JAPANESE!/(think?)
the -words from me- are SMOOTH LIKE A CARPENTER'S -working piece-
im the NEWER ANDROMEDA, i -merc.u.ry- tards like it was the JUICE FROM THEROMETERS!
