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03-19-2014, 03:59 PM
thanks Nigma
I’ve got the the most abundantly ample poems, with hundreds examples sourced
Matador. Went out to meet a metaphor and took her out on a date
We had similie interests, so as a gentlemen. I liked her allegorical taste
So estranged. Download a loud void to your iPod.
I go yee-haw on cocaine cowboys. I’m Ty Cobb
i’m so underrated, when I undulate fluctuating mental paint
the wave that it even suggests to make, is about 1/8th the amount of what it would take to flood the heavengates.
this featherweight subjugates your flagellum into tender state.
Suffocate, as I extirpate your cerebellum to a less developed phase
I punctuate punctuation with such punctual pace, my commas get periods in interval grace periods of twenty-eight days
super sonic with downpour of ass-kickings I gave from the start
I kick your tails so cosmically, the genesis of my knuckles turn red by default
Forget the mary jane, bring supper plates of upper grade amphetamines
whisper with so much conviction..
my inner monologue corrects his essay and starts to uppercase parenthesis
don’t even try to engage with this maniacal sadist.
I’ll give a lion a face lift with one arm tied to a Satan
Decipher me. Hint: I’m a cyber genius, entwined with the most mischievous minds you could think of
Da Vinci tried to convince me to slice my right side of my ear off
So, I could time travel to here, fight, so revered.
Toe-2-toe with Mike Tyson in his prime, so when he starts losing all he’s biting is air.
The only boxing I do is with coffins. Chopping logs with Stallones Rocky. Go figure
stand infront of the Redwoods, and don’t even move when he yells “timberrrr!!”
I could kimbo slice, kimbo slice to mince meat, when my temporal delivers
Cause even if I miss an uppercut the wind I chop from my punch is enough to slice you to slivers
I wink at the type of chicks that would go down on this giant serpent that slithers
injure so many eye sockets with my kids, I have six court cases with DYFS this winter
Type to consider, a life as a sinner. One breath of air from me could give life to a river
i aim at Goliaths forehead with slingshots in my quiver
that I withered, from the same material O.J Simpsons glove was sequestered
i’ll invite myself to dinner. Kiss your wife infront of kidders, wearing your velvet linered robe and slippers.
I’ve got the the most abundantly ample poems, with hundreds examples sourced
Matador. Went out to meet a metaphor and took her out on a date
We had similie interests, so as a gentlemen. I liked her allegorical taste
So estranged. Download a loud void to your iPod.
I go yee-haw on cocaine cowboys. I’m Ty Cobb
i’m so underrated, when I undulate fluctuating mental paint
the wave that it even suggests to make, is about 1/8th the amount of what it would take to flood the heavengates.
this featherweight subjugates your flagellum into tender state.
Suffocate, as I extirpate your cerebellum to a less developed phase
I punctuate punctuation with such punctual pace, my commas get periods in interval grace periods of twenty-eight days
super sonic with downpour of ass-kickings I gave from the start
I kick your tails so cosmically, the genesis of my knuckles turn red by default
Forget the mary jane, bring supper plates of upper grade amphetamines
whisper with so much conviction..
my inner monologue corrects his essay and starts to uppercase parenthesis
don’t even try to engage with this maniacal sadist.
I’ll give a lion a face lift with one arm tied to a Satan
Decipher me. Hint: I’m a cyber genius, entwined with the most mischievous minds you could think of
Da Vinci tried to convince me to slice my right side of my ear off
So, I could time travel to here, fight, so revered.
Toe-2-toe with Mike Tyson in his prime, so when he starts losing all he’s biting is air.
The only boxing I do is with coffins. Chopping logs with Stallones Rocky. Go figure
stand infront of the Redwoods, and don’t even move when he yells “timberrrr!!”
I could kimbo slice, kimbo slice to mince meat, when my temporal delivers
Cause even if I miss an uppercut the wind I chop from my punch is enough to slice you to slivers
I wink at the type of chicks that would go down on this giant serpent that slithers
injure so many eye sockets with my kids, I have six court cases with DYFS this winter
Type to consider, a life as a sinner. One breath of air from me could give life to a river
i aim at Goliaths forehead with slingshots in my quiver
that I withered, from the same material O.J Simpsons glove was sequestered
i’ll invite myself to dinner. Kiss your wife infront of kidders, wearing your velvet linered robe and slippers.