CHAIN my brotha from a different colored motha! I always look forward when I see you dropped something. I know it will be on a different level than most the other drops I read.
"Hexed, her soul's deep in debt with a red glow... beaming from her aura...and thus Jesus wept // Czecho Slovakian masseuse with a retro... style and Depeche Mode music keeps her wet // Weeping on her bedclothes, she reeks of Prosecco Sleeps with her dress on, freak manifesto // Creeps with her step bro on her BFF's phone... texting XO to lesbos and demon-esque hoes // "----Your style is just so unique but its also so far beyond the levels of the shit that gets dropped on here. I mean you take your OM's to this other world that your the only one who inhabits it. The flow the structure the way you word things is just so professional its almost unreal. the prosecco bbf's phone? haha damn homie.
"EMS people left the room once they seen death... Staring back at them in her fetal echo //Priests said her heart beat made a strange sound...That only seemed to take down autistic deaf folks //----whoa...CHAIN stepping out of his bubble..I like it.
"S.O.S to Rome, the telegram was kept low The letter reached The Vatican, between the hedgerows... The matter was addressed over tea and Espresso Exorcists in fresh robes rolled out to Fresno..."---SMH...I mean damn dude. The way you kept this story intact with that wording!!! I'm fucking jealous. This was so fucking dope!. espresso fresh robe fresno??? dude stop it right now.
"Set foot in their home but stopped on the threshold // Paused for a sec and he felt a heavy load...Of energy come down like the Walls of Jericho //Saw a dead roach crawling outta piece of bread loaf...Next to a burgundy stilleto, on a headstone...In his mind like a premonition, it is wicked This little girl's twisted like young Regan's neck bones // "----fucking aye...I don't even know what to say. The scheme the rhymes the way you kept it to the story....yeah...I got nothing..
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