Banned For Biting
From: Rock-Vegas Massachusetts |
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Word Storms
IP:
Word storms rain down and stick to sites like liquid stalagmites~
sip da spits to recharge emcees dehydrated fights~
its quenched with watered spikes for intermission~
verbs curve ya submission~
constant consanants casted from such levels U squint ya eyes at my poetical distance~
stop enlisting in lyrical [brackets] u cant fit in~
GrYm off da dome could send ya poems thrown spiinning~
my flowz flip like the track is scripted with TOYO's on pavements bending~
the |G.W.O| pitch-fork is hot enuff to brand ya penmanship and singe ya sentences~
aquatic gills exhale toxic skillz that lock to pixels and leave optics filled~
logically, my plotted killz shock emcees~
headz with keys that mock thiz thief,
i punch keyz that box kids teeth, u'll need more that AQUAfresh for dis-memberment~
i'll dedicate a plot to U then reminisce~
after the corpse is sunk with my fangs that venomous~
Slice ya odds, sparked form 10 barz, meet ya maker~
frozen anchored, taste da breeze as it blows danger~
exploit cats with allies flawless from all angles~
with a panther stance- dance with Hellz angles~
deaths my bloody canvas, so i paint reality above average~
fallicies??..GrYm stab mc's jagged fangs~
no faggots *ReiGn*,
i spit -=BlaCk*ReiGn=- rain that burns frames~
pitchin phrases to churn brains and hurl remains~
campaign engagement swingin rusty blades~
exhaust the trife slaves~
my rhymes are a threshold to life's maze~
type strange who ends up victorious~
patients is cancerous, u cant fathom stanza's as murderous~
what??!....u got plans to tangle wit thiz verbalist?
i battle conservative, u nerds could never perturb thiz kid~
im like a strait-jacket on armless men~
leave hearts of steel tarnishin under harmless garments~
i jot flows on sheets thats phophorous~
determined jargon lurkin like unsturdy arsonist~
accessin da most deadly assests to dis-fashion ur most aggressive outfits~
mouthy kids dissected, shedded flesh with toxic stress~
terms thats drop like possibly faucet blessed~
hauked spits exist when optics connect~
just to disconnect my fan clubs chest~
no story lines, no plots, no settings, no bullshit pretending~
just imidiate be-heading from da razor-sharp begining~
cats can catch vocab like a Sammy Sosa 90 mile boulder~
wrist code's a lobe molder,
creativeGraffer flippin a rhyme folder throwin niggaz i dont know a cold shoulder~
ya mics a dildo i shoved in ya girl and then groped her,
yellin BITCH bend ova~
my orals deploy soldiers like gremlins dipped in water soakin~
linear oceans spurt, mortal nerds found floatin~
verbal cyclotron approachin, bold mic distortion~
snipe ya chest broken from the eNeMIeZ vulcan~
jagged swordz still throwin as my throatz blown open~
drill foes with a pitch-fork from coals smokin~
will i fall??.....u'll die hopin,
the dirty burbs where my curvy words come lurkin~
smackin faggotz faces smurkin, the JerkZ is curtains~
when me and my herd is drunk burpin, slurred and death flurtin~
sendin ya BOYS to MEN, we'll goose-bump they skin nerous~
their bitch versez must be folded in their coach purses~
then puncture frames so the blood drain then make a noose from the poured veins~
just so the whores can hang~
i pitch enigmas on band-widths that baffle riddlers~
mc's fall into shattered memories like broken pictures b4 a battle gets kindled~
tighten ya saddle dimwits, my penis is a long dickryde to (finish)~
hazardous to beginners, i craft indentions with needle stitches~
bleed malice intentions~
walk da block ventin making WACKS sign subscriptions to battle me,
like their life's rented~
my height difference is so elevated u'd have to smoke with crack-pipes to get as lifted~
im cracking grills like a mal-practicing dentist then injectin acid in 'em~
your majesty that pounds liquid crystal with a wet fist-full~
so just imagine if my grip was locked on ya vocal tube,
i could squeeze till u piss pools~
being ILL's not one of ya virtues, maybe ya'll should get loose at nursery schools~
and ya girl too???
GrYm with da dirty 'burb made that flirty bird fly da coupe~
im trifle on nerds, spite-full with words~
lay on da ground with ya head hangin off da curb~
while i parallel park da big suburb~
i'll escort the long hurst for U full of |-=Grym Killing blowin blunts in ya casket 1st~
just b4 da burial i'll crouch ova the plot and releive my ass of terds~
only to say i shitted on u before death and then afterwards (after words)....................~~~PloP~~~
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