aaight, this is just a quickey....wrote it this mornin here at werk....

Ayo, check my speech, I breechd the Underworld/
This fags HELL ON Guys, I chill under girls/
No wonder the worlds turn, Seein Hell on Earth/
Im scared of Fakes Too, wearin a Revlon Purse/
you need to think quick, re-click, and stop ya weak pen/
you could write rhymes from a motel and they still wouldnt be INN/
I weaken ya pulse, make this geek-in-the-Post-/
ghost, turn hell on earth to a week-at-the-coast/
I spit tripples, doubles and sell dubs for nickles/
while you walk thru the clubs hopin to brush against nipples/

Omen of ELMNTz....Rabid Flock.....
pz
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