.:It’s Enough:.
I pop your lung with a pencil and watch you try to draw-breath leave you with a sore-head/
Cos aspirin up your ass is like a baby should be aborted, can’t get rid of the pain leave you with raw-shit/
It’s like you tampered with the evolutionary-process with lost-sense cos you got a disputably-bombed-head/
Your the diffusion-of-a-lozenge cos your punches sooth my soul until you hold me with the same-confusion-as-Stonehenge/
You’ll see me mystically-dodging-your-fists, physically-lodged-in-your-hips/
Leaving you with the inability to turn and attack like when you’re abysmally-rocking-the-clit/

.:Personal Now:.
I ‘Rain Down’ punches on synikal and turn his ‘location’ into a real ‘white-America’, notice the trick even has an ‘accent’ in ‘text’ so I hit him with ease*, thinks he’s like a ‘God’ but is fighting-the-terror-hard/
This other kid knocking me out is funny cos I never seen the ‘delinquents-won’**, couldn’t catch.22 ideas, so now he’s suspicious-of-guns/

.:Finish them:.
These cat gets scared at my other***-drafts and spank-shows cos they don’t know how the cash at my bank flow/
My punch-you-hate will leave your comma-toast**** have you on the floor more than air raids and a bomber-hoax/

*ease-Es
**Delinquents-won=His name
***other-drafts=over-drafts
****punch you hate=punctuate comma toast=comatose
Check profile of synikal for the .ersonal now:. bit