- swag
- i spit it mean action on scene no director starin at my chick but bitch you best not disrespect her cuz i tear you apart have you land hard on the concrete no time for sorry im just ttalkin facts jack if you see my black gat you best step back n mothafuckin duck like aflac
- Christophilus Coleman
- ya vigil need to up the ante, i may devils cry, dante if i was fraid of coffins i wouldnt put ya girl there, necromancy her bodys just a spare to combat me ull need more than silver n garlic my physicals an illusion like Cris Angels magic tricks
- Antony A. Padilla
- he spit like he's addicted to slippin on his entrails workin so hard only to then fail eatin my machete but you can bet we aint stoppin at the corner of ya mouth i won't stop the swing till ya brains out yeh on the side i made devils cry blood cuz they homie wasn't a hybrid fully mortal while i spout immortal got ya head n neck on two sides like a glitch in portal
- Christophilus Coleman
- if i had a portal gun i shoot ya head and ya ass lets switch the subject from machete to cutlass i'll cut less if the best impressed me to try harder but if the best couldnt press me then i guess why bother more than decapitations i like choppin off ankles n hands then makin niggas crawl home where i put bullets in wifes pants
- he talmout choppin joints but im cuttin all his talkin points interupt him mid bust n i rip his nuts from round his pelvis feed his hips to his bitch while he shakin like elvis she chewin on her hound dog tearin up n throwin up but she love her life more than then the concept of one day maybe bein a wife so she cannibalize his thighs at gunpoint bit the man down to size into a half boy
- Antony A. Padilla
- i really couldn't give a fuck less least not enough to suggest anything less than a full clip in the chest filled wit bullshit he hackin up a lung cuz he thought that i was the one to fuck wit now his red blood cells nothin but upset
- Christophilus Coleman
- aight im back on the mic after tony last lined out, i had to hold my crotch n take a quick timeout...ahem, givin a fuck less only matter if he gives one more but he gave up pon seein me disembowel his life whore, to him that was the last fuck he could ever distribute, now i turn his legs to ashes n his screams pay tribute as his body enters shock, from the pain he's transfixed, even so his own fumes will prolly asphyx
- Antony A. Padilla
- torture shit i aint even got time for it i got places to be no hours to watch you bleed so i buh buh turn around confirm death when you smack black top n go uh uh crumpled like old clothes the cops'll know when they go to feel ya pulse n ya skin is just so cold simple man and ima simple killer they say i lack creative but to me that shit is realer more 3D you don't need to see me in ya last seconds you gon be alone only friend is my back as you watch me walk my ass home
- Christophilus Coleman
- Simply serial like Rice Crispies guts snap crackle n pop dealin lead to moms n kids like the Reapers crack rock but it smokes you king of the chest shots niggas gaspin from blood clots genocide on my street like Pol Pot but i make the hideous sound beautiful like Paul Potts but with gunshots
- Antony A. Padilla
- I'm never nervous even when I'm hurtin KILL ME NIGGA cuz you leave me limpin n I do a driveby on my wheelchair bullets in a bitch head and her "real hair" then I leave a horse head on ya bed ima godfather sent ya god daughter up to god *shotta*
Friday, March 2, 2012
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