Saint
11-28-2017, 10:12 PM
Posted on Magistrates 1998.
trueKING defaulted, Unsound wins
Unsound:
The Battle Element
Lines offensive enough to be judged selfdefense if recited-backwards/
ignited-reactors even when taken aback like censoring chiropractors/
my exact-words got you walkin in Eden nude with fructosintolerance/
While I'm taggin more deadmeat than the morticians kids with color-pens/
As my name graces more lips than lipstick in lesbian foreplayscenes/
I display-themes while you're camouflagin your rappin 4tay-schemes/
Leave you dickhead in Gore like Tipper gettin influenced by Lorena/
let rhymes get in your-anus while I drop Tre` like a poor-waiter/
and in more-danger than foreigners in Miami passin signs of hazardous/
Droppin rhymes from so far above words slammed past-the-crust/
Within a stone's throw of death like a uniformed Lazarus walkin Ghaza's-dust/
Givin bitches so many to the midsection they're all ass-and-bust/
got the point of rimin stabbed in your eye like Die Hard icicles/
Unc's askin for pounds, I Wish 'im Well but he can't have my-nickles/
Comin off the head like dye-trickles, eye's-flicker when sites-burn/
leavin the essence of trueKING's dead like Di's driver obeyin no right-turns/
With my-sperm bitches see me comin once and leave with swollen-eyes/
on a rock like JB on molten-ice while killin Godfathers to put Soul-on-ice/
you'll need an abyssmal colon-size when I get up in your ass, Uncanny/
Askin "Uhhmm..can he?" while I electrocute your roots until it stuns-granny/
screamin "no fun-nanny!!" when I ab-use-kids like pedophilic-Aussie's/
I already know I'll fuck you, but what'll-it-cost-me?
The Versatility Element
Demented misfits in unprecedented numbers created,
with dimwitted excuses for continuing to insinuate,
that the perpetrated lies are really undisguised truth's,
when the youth so easily read the fractions it needs,
to justify their own actions in factions into the story told?
Ok, then behold the monster you created Victor!
Inflicted ideals, of three solid meals on a veranda,
among the desperate propaganda,
along with the apple pie, unable to grapple the lies that defy all laws,
but still display all flaws,
he silently pauses and violently hurl pieces of food-for-though in the opium for the people,
and still you sit and wonder, pondering why no one respects you, tired,
"excuse me could you give me a hand, my plan backfired...."
and then one once so admired is suddenly expired and flung away as the liar you always were,
and would always be cause now they see clearly,
in nearly all cases their childish faces hides their distaste for your pride
as they slowly but surely glide away from your grip....and realize All Those Lies..
trueKING defaulted, Unsound wins
Unsound:
The Battle Element
Lines offensive enough to be judged selfdefense if recited-backwards/
ignited-reactors even when taken aback like censoring chiropractors/
my exact-words got you walkin in Eden nude with fructosintolerance/
While I'm taggin more deadmeat than the morticians kids with color-pens/
As my name graces more lips than lipstick in lesbian foreplayscenes/
I display-themes while you're camouflagin your rappin 4tay-schemes/
Leave you dickhead in Gore like Tipper gettin influenced by Lorena/
let rhymes get in your-anus while I drop Tre` like a poor-waiter/
and in more-danger than foreigners in Miami passin signs of hazardous/
Droppin rhymes from so far above words slammed past-the-crust/
Within a stone's throw of death like a uniformed Lazarus walkin Ghaza's-dust/
Givin bitches so many to the midsection they're all ass-and-bust/
got the point of rimin stabbed in your eye like Die Hard icicles/
Unc's askin for pounds, I Wish 'im Well but he can't have my-nickles/
Comin off the head like dye-trickles, eye's-flicker when sites-burn/
leavin the essence of trueKING's dead like Di's driver obeyin no right-turns/
With my-sperm bitches see me comin once and leave with swollen-eyes/
on a rock like JB on molten-ice while killin Godfathers to put Soul-on-ice/
you'll need an abyssmal colon-size when I get up in your ass, Uncanny/
Askin "Uhhmm..can he?" while I electrocute your roots until it stuns-granny/
screamin "no fun-nanny!!" when I ab-use-kids like pedophilic-Aussie's/
I already know I'll fuck you, but what'll-it-cost-me?
The Versatility Element
Demented misfits in unprecedented numbers created,
with dimwitted excuses for continuing to insinuate,
that the perpetrated lies are really undisguised truth's,
when the youth so easily read the fractions it needs,
to justify their own actions in factions into the story told?
Ok, then behold the monster you created Victor!
Inflicted ideals, of three solid meals on a veranda,
among the desperate propaganda,
along with the apple pie, unable to grapple the lies that defy all laws,
but still display all flaws,
he silently pauses and violently hurl pieces of food-for-though in the opium for the people,
and still you sit and wonder, pondering why no one respects you, tired,
"excuse me could you give me a hand, my plan backfired...."
and then one once so admired is suddenly expired and flung away as the liar you always were,
and would always be cause now they see clearly,
in nearly all cases their childish faces hides their distaste for your pride
as they slowly but surely glide away from your grip....and realize All Those Lies..