Hit you so hard my hand breaks and my shoulder dislocates.

Darth Yoda · 03-16-2013, 01:12 PM

Start raids during Ramadan. My absence. Has only made me raw as all. The passion
It’s off the wall’ing bat shit. Ahead of pentagons I’m starting octagonal pentagrams in Latin
Fuck Allah. Fuck you all. I’ve had it. With all the talk, “he’s average”
I’m the Godly God. I’m galvanizing. Behold the phenomenon in action.
More than what’s asked for. Yeah. It’s all atomic bombs. I’m massive.
I’m a ball of quantum mechanics, installed into my karmas heart synapses.
Eating Baklava in Paris. Quoted saying “au revoir you faggots”
Caught me at comic-con. It’s madness
finished cannibalizing a costumed Charizard. A dragon
Like YOU’RE NOT REAL! YOU HAVENT EVOLVED AT ALL! You’re plastic
Onlookers disgusted, puking their guts in,
till we start arguing in Spanish translation: ‘oh-la-la, I’m famished”
It’s the story I weave from particular thoughts.
I’m so peculiar when it comes to syllable wattage.
It’s clinical carnage, when it comes to this lyrical monster.
Cleave your physical process
To Chopins Intermède in Opéra. You mini me’s are especially goners.
Try to intercede what you talk up
I’ll split your sea of blood with my chakra.
I’m like Moses times three. In spiritual form.
Still breathe even when the ventilators are clogged.
You’re hooked up to me, feel the electrical force?
Gave the defibrillators a shock. Listen to me, disregard the biblical nonsense.
And watch as I proceed to feed myself through an umbilical cord.
Sort of a Chi chemical block. I’m a metaphor for filling a cup with water.
Till the cup is overfilling aloft and spills through the top.
Yeah, I’m the pinnacle pauper. Not enough to go fist to fist with the boss.
It’s lightwork, I’m three light years beyond your best signature cross.
In the flesh. “Finish him off” with ninja stars in my palms.
Throwing three, leaves your chest chiseled in slaughter.
Dear, no one, you know me. I’m so batshit. and ODD.
Call Dora to smoke weed. Use map as a bong.
Last week I met a t-rex with long arms.
Told him to play hoops. Gosh, what a ball hog.

03-16-2013, 01:12 PM	#1
Darth Yoda Senior Member Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 408 Battle Record: 6-2 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF Rep Power: 20182436	Hit you so hard my hand breaks and my shoulder dislocates. Start raids during Ramadan. My absence. Has only made me raw as all. The passion It’s off the wall’ing bat shit. Ahead of pentagons I’m starting octagonal pentagrams in Latin Fuck Allah. Fuck you all. I’ve had it. With all the talk, “he’s average” I’m the Godly God. I’m galvanizing. Behold the phenomenon in action. More than what’s asked for. Yeah. It’s all atomic bombs. I’m massive. I’m a ball of quantum mechanics, installed into my karmas heart synapses. Eating Baklava in Paris. Quoted saying “au revoir you faggots” Caught me at comic-con. It’s madness finished cannibalizing a costumed Charizard. A dragon Like YOU’RE NOT REAL! YOU HAVENT EVOLVED AT ALL! You’re plastic Onlookers disgusted, puking their guts in, till we start arguing in Spanish translation: ‘oh-la-la, I’m famished” It’s the story I weave from particular thoughts. I’m so peculiar when it comes to syllable wattage. It’s clinical carnage, when it comes to this lyrical monster. Cleave your physical process To Chopins Intermède in Opéra. You mini me’s are especially goners. Try to intercede what you talk up I’ll split your sea of blood with my chakra. I’m like Moses times three. In spiritual form. Still breathe even when the ventilators are clogged. You’re hooked up to me, feel the electrical force? Gave the defibrillators a shock. Listen to me, disregard the biblical nonsense. And watch as I proceed to feed myself through an umbilical cord. Sort of a Chi chemical block. I’m a metaphor for filling a cup with water. Till the cup is overfilling aloft and spills through the top. Yeah, I’m the pinnacle pauper. Not enough to go fist to fist with the boss. It’s lightwork, I’m three light years beyond your best signature cross. In the flesh. “Finish him off” with ninja stars in my palms. Throwing three, leaves your chest chiseled in slaughter. Dear, no one, you know me. I’m so batshit. and ODD. Call Dora to smoke weed. Use map as a bong. Last week I met a t-rex with long arms. Told him to play hoops. Gosh, what a ball hog.