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01-28-2013, 03:48 PM
03-09-2002
PoizonusJK (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=1814)
grab a mic, beat this fruit till ya flesh hangs-from-the-cord/
strangle-this-whore till he falls to the reddened carpet, leave his face-on-the-floor/
or bury an axe-in-ya-mouth till your neck splashes-the-couch/
grabbin-the-rounds, keep blastin-ya-spouse till the gat'll-run-out!/
cut a man so fast he won't notice his scrotum is open/
smokin, nuts on the floor, molten, his plevic bone broken/
criminal-slacker, my venom-attacks-verbs/
like wallpaper, men'll-get-plastered, knock off ya block wit a chop spinnin-him-backwards/
extreme illness:
Like weapons in a armoire u getting stored away rotting on the site as this board decays
Of the skill I convey the lord displayed me as and idol sidle to the top I disarrayed
U as a superfluous human being in tense like an eye lens I acumen seeing to tell u a fake
Pop heads mc in death beds yo breath in shreds as it ache wit no awake Jk like ok mistake
Nah just camouflaging my flows X take it dirty and naked apply clothes to yo ripped soul
My script Extol by all that are yet to fall like u enroll fo parole cause I control an console
Yo existence dense lines as I condense rhymes immense hate as u faint in suspense
JK Pretense hes ill hence he get ripped u commence my moves as I smaked yo sense
PoizonusJK (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=1814)
grab a mic, beat this fruit till ya flesh hangs-from-the-cord/
strangle-this-whore till he falls to the reddened carpet, leave his face-on-the-floor/
or bury an axe-in-ya-mouth till your neck splashes-the-couch/
grabbin-the-rounds, keep blastin-ya-spouse till the gat'll-run-out!/
cut a man so fast he won't notice his scrotum is open/
smokin, nuts on the floor, molten, his plevic bone broken/
criminal-slacker, my venom-attacks-verbs/
like wallpaper, men'll-get-plastered, knock off ya block wit a chop spinnin-him-backwards/
extreme illness:
Like weapons in a armoire u getting stored away rotting on the site as this board decays
Of the skill I convey the lord displayed me as and idol sidle to the top I disarrayed
U as a superfluous human being in tense like an eye lens I acumen seeing to tell u a fake
Pop heads mc in death beds yo breath in shreds as it ache wit no awake Jk like ok mistake
Nah just camouflaging my flows X take it dirty and naked apply clothes to yo ripped soul
My script Extol by all that are yet to fall like u enroll fo parole cause I control an console
Yo existence dense lines as I condense rhymes immense hate as u faint in suspense
JK Pretense hes ill hence he get ripped u commence my moves as I smaked yo sense