still sick with it on a wicked quick visit got slick wit to kick shit and rip vicious on frigid bitches unlike heat my bars emit that fierce fire from an arsonist narcissist the flame burn MCs until straight surgery no fake curtesy I need to break curfew see in a state of emergency the scene is declining that seems to be whining please dont remind me I fill empty halls like a scene from The Shining
free styling rhyming and reviving forums tiring poems have peeps dying of boredom trying be awesome to belong in the kingdom new recruits giving veterans PTSD syndrome them foes getting banned is a righteous act now trifling acts contemplate fighting back returning with double accounts twice as wack thats misery, trickery and bickering all moody but if Im brooding I find it rather soothing to just punch somebody, call it a mood swing
several blows permanently damaging temporal lobes shining like emerald glow on you basement dwellers blatant failures being misled by red herrings think the board is slow - check your bearings or try nuance, fix your glasses, get new ones people flexing on my text equals sub-humans selfish crooks aiming to maintain a well kept look catch em at the bookstore reading self-help books spotted as marks, chumps who get robbed in the park put the glock to my heart only make a shot in the dark mobbed from the start, greeted with relentless silence punches lack any point, bars literally senseless violence
dunno why these cats thinking they some rap kingpins getting pissed on by everybody, time to let facts sink in coming to complexity, Con's taking it to new places crafting intricate lines, they can barely tie shoe laces if we battled, they'd be too traumatized to remember it crack their craniums and give em fractured memories im the type to unleash mortars on any mortal scum you're basically a straw person packing a water gun leave em slaughtered and gone, all bastards decayed have kids passing away so I can be dancing on graves blasting facades, no turning back when Im busting facts leave noobs hanging, only to use them as puncing bags
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