Lyriscologist
01-26-2018, 12:00 AM
chicken scratch multi stackin
yooo, as long as I keep driving a Messed up Ford, I'mma say,
fuk your Lexus, Porsche, or your expensive Tesla with Electric Doors!
fuk materials.. I dont mention mine so don't Mention Yours..
but I have an Exception For..
Machettes.. Swords and, Deadly-Formed Metal Forks ;)
in my free time I like to sharpen the blades in my Dresser Drawer,
Dexter Morgan..
a killer blending in the with Accepted Norms..
(so you can rest asure that no trace of your body'll be Left Ashore..!)
shit.. we can take this back to the Message Boards,
and go back and forth on the net like a Tennis Court,
..but I'mma Set the Score..
I'm Jack Bauer in the Last Hour of 24,
battlin' terrorists Bred for War since operation Desert Storm!
I'm heading to the Western Shores to peddle coke from the
Texas Border's Metro Doors,
an of course I have some Weapons Stored,
and a Masked Face to make your Back Break
like a Mexican Wrestling Sport!
Expect some More!
..my Emotions Felt and Stored is Molten Metal Poured that No one's Felt Before!
so No one Steps..!!
but Chosen Vets'll get Choked to Death then Shown to Heaven's Doors..
unless....
..Hell's in Store!
then expect to see me at that Dimension's Core, Devil Horned,
waitin on Level Four to give Lessons For your Lesser Form!!
Press Record..
sending you through a neverending mental Endless Warp
of your worst nightmares, memories and Metaphors..
I'm, leaving a legacy scripted like the Blessed Lord's
before I'm thrown into a Mental Ward and Dementia Swarms..
I'm the tear drops of the fallen angels in Genetic Form,
something you've never Met Before,
Skeletor..
fuk he-man I brandish a Better Sword..
..drain you empty with a Tethered Cord
then leave you sleeping hollow and a Headless Corpse..
so.. Expect a War...!
shit!
I created a number higher than 3 but Less than 4...
i never spit soft, i always get off....
...Except in Court :/
yooo, as long as I keep driving a Messed up Ford, I'mma say,
fuk your Lexus, Porsche, or your expensive Tesla with Electric Doors!
fuk materials.. I dont mention mine so don't Mention Yours..
but I have an Exception For..
Machettes.. Swords and, Deadly-Formed Metal Forks ;)
in my free time I like to sharpen the blades in my Dresser Drawer,
Dexter Morgan..
a killer blending in the with Accepted Norms..
(so you can rest asure that no trace of your body'll be Left Ashore..!)
shit.. we can take this back to the Message Boards,
and go back and forth on the net like a Tennis Court,
..but I'mma Set the Score..
I'm Jack Bauer in the Last Hour of 24,
battlin' terrorists Bred for War since operation Desert Storm!
I'm heading to the Western Shores to peddle coke from the
Texas Border's Metro Doors,
an of course I have some Weapons Stored,
and a Masked Face to make your Back Break
like a Mexican Wrestling Sport!
Expect some More!
..my Emotions Felt and Stored is Molten Metal Poured that No one's Felt Before!
so No one Steps..!!
but Chosen Vets'll get Choked to Death then Shown to Heaven's Doors..
unless....
..Hell's in Store!
then expect to see me at that Dimension's Core, Devil Horned,
waitin on Level Four to give Lessons For your Lesser Form!!
Press Record..
sending you through a neverending mental Endless Warp
of your worst nightmares, memories and Metaphors..
I'm, leaving a legacy scripted like the Blessed Lord's
before I'm thrown into a Mental Ward and Dementia Swarms..
I'm the tear drops of the fallen angels in Genetic Form,
something you've never Met Before,
Skeletor..
fuk he-man I brandish a Better Sword..
..drain you empty with a Tethered Cord
then leave you sleeping hollow and a Headless Corpse..
so.. Expect a War...!
shit!
I created a number higher than 3 but Less than 4...
i never spit soft, i always get off....
...Except in Court :/