enta the influenza
 

allow me to get links later...please... they will come trust me

you are gay simply don’t tell jokes.
he sucks dick to make a call then pulls out a cell phone
man im venomous, your feminine
if the devil knocked on your door you’d hide
id be like send’em in
skin you… like aboriginese above the flames I store your hide
sorry I live on the gory side
Cannibalism is my thing…I say a blood stained grace
Forcefully your memories shatter like windows as grand theft auto takes place
skin and muscle must just crawl of bone cuz when im slicing hard
im always in action with loose flesh around my sword like porn stars
if your smart I’ll make you lose intel like jammed signals
my mind contains about to be banging shit like the chamber of a damn pistol
skills and creativity… I place on topic
when it comes to wins I capitalize like writing uppercase on optics
when will your breath run out Under cement I measure
I give sickness to the poor like influenza infected shelters
shotgun blasts have you chasing ya vest
wont be self portrait shirts when I press your face in ya chest
im spectacular. leave you like Dracula when im boxing
stomach full of blood and laid to sleep in a coffin
minus the living and talking
War scars design the pattern of the sickest strikes
To know your last breath is somewhere helping to lift a kite

Go get links or I will close this 01/29/08 at midnight. peace.