read that I'm brain storming cyclonic winds swarmin mindz I bend to breaking pointz....hello Norman//are you ready for this psycho active activist that'll crash ya with a smashing hit from 8 fingers clasped tightly thumbs on top and a slightly tilted wrist//I'm slightly tilted with- 4 fifths of remy's shit- and 5 pints of heiny'z plus 3 shotz uv 'quila mixed//a jelly jar of moonshine and some ether to wash it down with//if anybody "strikez a match" I'm gonna blow//challenge me to a battle but it won't be toe to toe//....hold up........................

wasn't feelin that....

but I'm feeling you..............


my cypherz slow'd
blow'd off of blood of my last foe
snort it in my nose
catastrophic force of a comet
shinez in my flowz
dea-d-ly mel-o-dee'z transposed
I'm in a trance yo
fluid from my spine leaking
similar to an X overdose
mangling motherfuckerz even when I'm comatose
I'm the calmest "host"
but "act" up I turn "sitcomz" into "murder showz"
Taxi Cab Confessionz volume one hundred or mo'
lost track at 3 thousand and fo'
got "tapes" on successfully turnin a housewife to a ho
check anything released after 96 on the West Coast...
I flex solar
run with P. starz
bad boyz for life rappers havin same names as co-me-di-anz....
thats a bad omen
anything spoken
you gotta be jokin
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I drifted
itz the gifted murderer mic massacres daily
schlitz and baileys fade me and the mafia pays me
makin the crazies seem not so
seen more funk than a human body rot
that was locked in an underwater spot
and parasites had got comfy in each orifice
mixed with the (c oh two) rigamortis lettin off spoiled pheremones in the pores. ick!!!!!
did you catch the D
if not theres plenty vitamins left when I go pee
mineralz served in the flesh of the goldie
fish that you eat for dinner on an Alaskan morning

Uppn

all very nice, hot word play...turning sitcoms into murder shows...hot drop
~1~very tight.

^ wut he said i like how it was structured

nice shit