This untitled distribution of no talent will b condemed as I gather fire & lightning
Super nova this contribution & casts of both, yer verse & style tired & frightning
U tried 2 hit wit personals when I eternally vanquised U into my realm of lights
Drew a self portrait & found only me holding yer skull, epic & ecliptic fights
Slap U & clap off yer penis 2 mapout my dungeons elapsed time trapt sequence
Hit wit ya words but ya feed off my nuts like stamped craps lapsed frequence
Send yer whole approach 2 this and tilt its magnitude till all abandoned
blend yer soul & torch it into hell...satan aswell will cast a spell =
Manisfistationed
Every day people B thinking there shits tight...i think its not right & it has no essence
Whatever yer style, mine will bined all mids 2 find divine streams of faded existence