zygote
03-23-2013, 10:43 AM
The Original Rhymeborg - plastic silica in my endoplasmic reticula,
With a lifespan to match Nutricula, I snap fibula till it hang perpendicular,
Your style is actually minima, it lacks effect like classical cinema.
In particular, your style is boring us all,
You’re horribly poor, my bank statement contains 4 times more commas than yours,
Probable cause, motherfucker drop to the floor, I am the law,
Start up the saw, the Marshal of war will carve through your jaw until you’re forced to withdraw,
You marvel the form, I point out your obvious flaws,
I’m constantly raw, its genocidal the way I exterminate pathetic rivals,
Throw me in the mix I’ll hit the semi-finals with a quick bien jugado to you bitch Americanos,
Make you wish for deaths arrival, apply pressure to cerebrospinal, then split your water head with a lever rifle,
Shred your vitals, the form is perfect like geometric spirals.
No reprisal, wait a moment and I’ll fillet this lame opponent,
Get your brains shot - you’re a rain drop trying to displace the ocean,
Your display was hopeless, straight atrocious, better off trying to cultivate a lotus within a plague of locusts,
What I states ferocious, make your kids play with clay explosives.
Not even staying focused, just deliver lyric message with the sickest methods,
The king of rhyme grows tired of this simple peasant, I dismiss your presence,
Rip your tendons in a millisecond, give you hope until your will is strengthened right before your intercepted,
People supporting you trying to make a quick investment better get a risk assessment,
Your chance of a win is a slim percentage, and your sisters pregnant,
You are pale - I am iridescent, each limb is fully independent and capable of killing legends,
Against me? You better take the Fifth Amendment.
With a lifespan to match Nutricula, I snap fibula till it hang perpendicular,
Your style is actually minima, it lacks effect like classical cinema.
In particular, your style is boring us all,
You’re horribly poor, my bank statement contains 4 times more commas than yours,
Probable cause, motherfucker drop to the floor, I am the law,
Start up the saw, the Marshal of war will carve through your jaw until you’re forced to withdraw,
You marvel the form, I point out your obvious flaws,
I’m constantly raw, its genocidal the way I exterminate pathetic rivals,
Throw me in the mix I’ll hit the semi-finals with a quick bien jugado to you bitch Americanos,
Make you wish for deaths arrival, apply pressure to cerebrospinal, then split your water head with a lever rifle,
Shred your vitals, the form is perfect like geometric spirals.
No reprisal, wait a moment and I’ll fillet this lame opponent,
Get your brains shot - you’re a rain drop trying to displace the ocean,
Your display was hopeless, straight atrocious, better off trying to cultivate a lotus within a plague of locusts,
What I states ferocious, make your kids play with clay explosives.
Not even staying focused, just deliver lyric message with the sickest methods,
The king of rhyme grows tired of this simple peasant, I dismiss your presence,
Rip your tendons in a millisecond, give you hope until your will is strengthened right before your intercepted,
People supporting you trying to make a quick investment better get a risk assessment,
Your chance of a win is a slim percentage, and your sisters pregnant,
You are pale - I am iridescent, each limb is fully independent and capable of killing legends,
Against me? You better take the Fifth Amendment.