Shut tha hell up!, my rhymes are over ya hed like the fear of dying, I kould make Hal Jordan develop a fear of flying, peers are krying, yer shits too komplikated, but Im shittin on these that kats konfrontated, while their lamebrains stay konstipated, so Ill konsolidate it, and all o yall kan hate it, and slag me but Im goin out wit a bang like Kagney, on some Look Ma!, I made it!, my revolvers a problem solver, doin trigga-nometry, and long division, the quotientll honestly be smokin everything livin, so the rest of these emsees is peaceful as hippie sit-ins, and every theme quickly written, instantly turns to shit onse ya bitckhez see tha fifty wit tha klip in, and your strap sez replika, like this is a scene from Snatckh, but test then Ill bring tha Wrath of Khan like Benedickt Kumberbatckh, onse youve begun to Klash, its a War of tha Titans, why mock Slay?, rhyme fightin wit metaphors, when you gonna get blown up like this Guy Fawkes Day, youd rather suck spotted dick-up until you hicckup (hick-up), like an english redneck, Im blooded out like tha Red Wedding bet, shoot you in tha head like whats poppin-Gee, properly, ya probably gonna need a new bedding set, I live in Sin City 2, where it rain on a chill shore, musick is my muse mayne, and shes A Dame To Kill For, /WyrdzPerMynute aka Slaytanick Verses aka OG Ovaltine Jenkins-reverbnation/wyrdzpermynute Edited · Like · 2 · Reply · Edit · 5 hours ago
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 03:52:02 +0000
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