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11-15-06, 07:34 PM | #1 | ||||
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Yitksha & Dogma: 15 Bars of Doom
IP: 3881 400B
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That acid was flacid...now i'm wondering what vocal rock luster but first Hi this is Pho and Dog and we're bringing back old school...to our local Blockbuster known to rattle wacks, slice ya torso into boxes with my battle axe and watch the cargo off the bridge like Queens disaproving cadillacs set codes of precision that echo beyond a embedded dead silence how you gonna go eye to eye with Agent PX..the metallic pegged pirate so fight the vets who disembowled jesus in dimly lightened tent leaving mortals to luck to the sky..gambling in air force one fighter jets In Jericho i've got spies who elevate expectations as Byzantine stock rise mate i'm known to pop eyes then eat the iris in a bucket of popeyes it's remorse we agreed that bazookad cyclops with porecealin seeds receiving standing ovations from steven hawkings on speed savour hate as your uvula radiates with a blue dim glow atleast i'll Rell leave you from pane like Dipset breakups through windows of course grime seeps through this cayote with ugly brooded war crimes alike to Leannes parents except i give birth to more Rhymes RF's talents comatosed from wacknesses aneasthesic vengance as most have to justify not being fly like a parapelegic penguin don't mess with us cus', cus we're the best of the bunch dropping metallic enamel as the sites Champleve the rest in the dust MUUUUUUUURDER the perspective ofi an eletective dance stupid cus y'all can't stop..won't stop..seizuring to epeleptic trance music gut bomb y'all sloths with an ammonium ploy as your only cut from the cloth...of Amazonian loins your fav.rappers bowels wrapped in our teeth..our playlists stay flossin' using Texas sadism of the soul like KKK rapists in Austin giving fire reason to scold, bold i'm norse legends might to Thor even giving the aries son to breathe..as the Roman gods life support Dogma: Dogma n Yit got the smarts to make ya heart stop, Let it be heard my words turn shirts to art smocks.. So absurd, I stick necks to vices n leave bodies gory, Disgusting like ya granny’s suppository, attack flocks for fun, Just to count the nerds like Willy-Wonka taking inventory.. -No more mister nice guy, someone gimme a hand to slice, Send earthquakes to the wicked to market a fissure/fisher price, This monkey’s been on my back so long it’s a nuisance, Learning to write flows n take advanced steps in evolution.. An iron chef slept in a bakery of doom, reincarnated soon fused Into a brutally bruised telekinetic in Hell’s Kitchen, …and kept bending the spoons! It’s just me n Blue, Steve can come too but without the boo’s, Scalping ya whole family to make thinking caps out of you, Sick in the mind, I seem sane but feel pain with a smile, Paranoid to a mark of Mephistopheles like Salem Witch Trials.. I’ll dig ya grave, save the day and still be back for supper, Got bounties on ya head n it’s not the quicker picker upper, Stuff you in a chest- don’t test ya death is so subtle, Stuck hurting inside the box like mimes with carpal tunnel.. Anyone I detect dies! Its just Dogma, and one brother from a motherpupper, Snap retinas and constrict eyes.. Sonny, we laugh at faint cries, Show up at a formal banquet n give ya all Colombian neckties! Messin’ with me and Yit? Kid, we let the ink spill.. The shits gonna hit the fan worse than King Kong at a wind mill, I feel remorse for pirates; I was left with my dark side arisen.. I hope ya know what they did to Bazooka Joe in prison, Don’t mess with Dog the bounty hunter... stay in your place, Crazy like a mental case.. Test and get drenched in bear mace!!
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11-17-06, 03:02 PM | #2 | |||
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