i love anthrax
voodolisation
and posions
i love syanide
in u boot
kiss u cute
bass in ya head beat yeah in the playa backs eat legs dam up boi you tuneing me to you fools yeah true story bitch ** bluntk in the back head space all wahts stolen for yall shit haa eat dirt daddies!!!!!!
bois better self
chill for ya anint got it yet na still aint got it bitches bitch kkk white bois in black skin bitched yup
and it want hem
im taking back whats wrong to me yeah u may have laughter stories thes words get boring saing the same thing to you for dam ten mths for death to life you kill now down down neva loved back na
u all belong to me NOWWWWW WRATH upon u
if u think its ur creative time nowx
going falling aint it funny fauck whears my muni duci
Thursday 24 July 2014
Tuesday 3 June 2014
Wednesday 19 February 2014
mean yep i mean
its all a new role
no waste of my time
unwinding by sin living
jus to see a real shooter
on fire heat lifting in beams
be living up in a dream
listening to wats here
all for the knowledge
of jus how you move
stunting all to get u hunting
on me in my find
is you too fucking high
on another path of life
so differing to me an
so differing to kinds
of my side of time
mean yep i mean
in the meantime
knocks, fukn flocking and stacking up at my door,
notches hitting the celling
lit in this mornings sunshine darkness..
..dawn
base beat reviling options beyond the un-ending floor,
cliff hanging standing sideways up on the fast past feeling
glistenin and blowin thru a life already too worn,
cash hacked and bills painin the stack that i jus dont have
flowing like theas more than the last word to ever be said
if only its of sum worth than ill be listenin
+++++++++
its all a new role
no waste of my time
unwinding by sin living
jus to see a real shooter
on fire heat lifting in beams
be living up in a dream
listening to wats here
all for the knowledge
of jus how you move
stunting all to get u hunting
on me in my find
is you too fucking high
on another path of life
so differing to me an
so differing to kinds
of my side of time
mean yep i mean
in the meantime
knocks, fukn flocking and stacking up at my door,
notches hitting the celling
lit in this mornings sunshine darkness..
..dawn
base beat reviling options beyond the un-ending floor,
cliff hanging standing sideways up on the fast past feeling
glistenin and blowin thru a life already too worn,
cash hacked and bills painin the stack that i jus dont have
flowing like theas more than the last word to ever be said
if only its of sum worth than ill be listenin
+++++++++
run about
Ill bye one, c ya to the old path
and the ILL
provoked its time bout u go fuck with sumone else yo
im not ya head gamed hoe
a new one
a new way up of this life
and style to write
once we all fell historical stories
yet not this time or wisdom we got
will allow us to fall not at all
fallen angels time to fix
how we found this...well b4 even i knew i was me
a GLOSSED up stance a lil more than jus a diamond
of strength and gloss of shimmering times
indacicive it seems maybe me but not as much as the most of you
u r to me, too bitchd so bye bye to u
just to sit around for a reason..
too trying to wait and believe
still (its)my life stance
neva liying in flying only by heart
it is just, just what occurs
so take a step back and back urself into hell
hells of ur selves
my time arrives
GLOSS is I
so therefor confused
u may be
but in reality
alter egos are not waht makes my reality\
or nor my creativity
these are my llines
miss lucy,,,vixen where the fuck is my crown
in my old state die/minds
stance write/// ryt here iget glossed up,
land of ledges- walk ur fucked wangsta plank
lands of myth this is i no one else can inspire
this i am i
so fuck off and,
dia b4
u wake REST IN PEACE
wake as the freak
under ur own dammed bed
forever cry
mother of mary sheads to many tears
mary of magdala as i
i have waited to many years to live again so hear
i am sarah lucy yet im still under attack fromforms that you see
my sight my life so fuck u all
u r dead so go to hell and die then ill yell halaluyah
and on and on i go stating just what is
so far my soul i am all egos left out of self just to protect my future
i will always bear just this reality
and all my identities are so me in every cent of this heaven kind of stuff
protected by n..one
00% of this life just in case some wish to take
wot is is.
i taste it is
i and u all have a problem thats ur drop rot and roll so i lite and fire up under ur arse
so give me sum love
i know i got back in to riting poetry in motion( my line b4 any of urs)
it just seems to be time so fuck wheres my crow'n crowned place
rusted away
poetic stances coz
is just all our wishing for a comfort
so rite now muststate
alive kiking yet ive got some killing to do
alive kiking yet ive got some killing to do
friend
than that yea
love
my altered life
take it b4 anuthea deluded lie comes my way this is what i want so take that tasked masked fake
he makes it too hard to live
evry single day
i cant even trust
any more
recent times have changed all of us
healer to a magic man
strenght to be curagious in this life
run about
ill bye one, way up of this dorm
one we all fell
how we found this...well b4 even i knew i was me
a GLOSSED up stance a lil more than jus a diamond
of strength and gloss of shimmering times
indacicive it seems maybe me but not as much as the most of you
u r to me, too bitchd so bye bye to u
just to sit around for a reason..
too trying to wait and believe
still (its)my life stance
neva liying in flying only by heart
it is just, just what occurs
so take a step back and back urself into hell
hells of ur selves
my time arrives
GLOSS is I
so therefor confused
u may be
but in reality
alter egos are not waht makes my reality\
or nor my creativity
these are my llines
miss lucy,,,vixen where the fuck is my crown
in my old state die/minds
stance write/// ryt here iget glossed up,
land of ledges- walk ur fucked wangsta plank
lands of myth this is i no one else can inspire
this i am i
so fuck off and,
dia b4
u wake REST IN PEACE
wake as the freak
under ur own dammed bed
forever cry
mother of mary sheads to many tears
mary of magdala as i
i have waited to many years to live again so hear
i am sarah lucy yet im still under attack fromforms that you see
my sight my life so fuck u all
u r dead so go to hell and die then ill yell hajaluyah
and on and on i go stating just what is
so far my soul i am all egos left out of self just to protect my future
i will always bear just this reality
and all my identities are so me in every cent of this heaven kind of stuff
protected by mr curtis
fifty and 100% of this life just in case some wish to take
wot is is.
i taste it is
i and u all have a problem thats ur drop rot and roll so i lite and fire up under ur arse
so give me sum love JA rule
i know i got back in to riting poetry in motion( my line b4 any of urs)
it just seems to be time so fuck wheres my crown
rusted away
poetic stances coz pain is love
but love is just all our wishing for a comfort
so rite now muststate obie alive kiking yet ive got some killing to do
fifty
friend or more
than that yea
i want ya GANGATA
love heaven cent
my altered life
take it b4 anuthea deluded lie comes my way this is what i want so take that tasked masked fake eyed satain loving away
he makes it too hard to live
evry single day
i cant even trust jesus
any more
recent times have changed all of us
healer to a magic dynamite man
God grant me the strenght to be curagious in this life
ill bye one, way up of this dorm
one we all fell
how we found this...well b4 even i knew i was me
a GLOSSED up stance a lil more than jus a diamond
of strength and gloss of shimmering times
indacicive it seems maybe me but not as much as the most of you
u r to me, too bitchd so bye bye to u
just to sit around for a reason..
too trying to wait and believe
still (its)my life stance
neva liying in flying only by heart
it is just, just what occurs
so take a step back and back urself into hell
hells of ur selves
my time arrives
GLOSS is I
so therefor confused
u may be
but in reality
alter egos are not waht makes my reality\
or nor my creativity
these are my llines
miss lucy,,,vixen where the fuck is my crown
in my old state die/minds
stance write/// ryt here iget glossed up,
land of ledges- walk ur fucked wangsta plank
lands of myth this is i no one else can inspire
this i am i
so fuck off and,
dia b4
u wake REST IN PEACE
wake as the freak
under ur own dammed bed
forever cry
mother of mary sheads to many tears
mary of magdala as i
i have waited to many years to live again so hear
i am sarah lucy yet im still under attack fromforms that you see
my sight my life so fuck u all
u r dead so go to hell and die then ill yell hajaluyah
and on and on i go stating just what is
so far my soul i am all egos left out of self just to protect my future
i will always bear just this reality
and all my identities are so me in every cent of this heaven kind of stuff
protected by mr curtis
fifty and 100% of this life just in case some wish to take
wot is is.
i taste it is
i and u all have a problem thats ur drop rot and roll so i lite and fire up under ur arse
so give me sum love JA rule
i know i got back in to riting poetry in motion( my line b4 any of urs)
it just seems to be time so fuck wheres my crown
rusted away
poetic stances coz pain is love
but love is just all our wishing for a comfort
so rite now muststate obie alive kiking yet ive got some killing to do
fifty
friend or more
than that yea
i want ya GANGATA
love heaven cent
my altered life
take it b4 anuthea deluded lie comes my way this is what i want so take that tasked masked fake eyed satain loving away
he makes it too hard to live
evry single day
i cant even trust jesus
any more
recent times have changed all of us
healer to a magic dynamite man
God grant me the strenght to be curagious in this life
head space
prefered u ill prepared
not here in styles suggested
filed order
(that wants to)
make u unload
while im beeming loading
ceiling
see-men
whilst im attempting to slow this figured
porch seat
torched u an all loyalty of stories left in the trash
go get ya ride
to death is this
or
nothing
bitch
can be said
of this skill in its real lit up stance
eluminated
spark
plug into this
stallin coz of a onlooka
bank booker
backed
up on
the wall
beating u and vision
not bailing to far
fast beat'n throbn coz of bass rushing this case
sayin what i want where it fits
yep u fit
presicion
{{{}}}push
up to get low
style
is better than
nothing going on
so fuck away with my find
bak up
im on
listen
up
style worse than u
so u mutha fucker walk bakwards
let there b a space in my head left for this pleasure
fear
flight feather
pleased
light weight
droped back
7 bits
boots are on
my time is going
the rest of u
step down
give me a breather
men
dem dammed
in timed
lacked
locked
jawd s of life
cut the call
just for this to become
as clear as white paper be
with an opposite pace
as opaque
nothing going on
of the moment)
surging
not so
found
still status
mussed up
muscled into ya lap
it is a trapulating
captivated flip
is all ya heads
in space between
drawn down
with ur maturity
sidelined tracking ya behind
diad head mind styled
the way i walk un lacking
lapping
got u looking like there aint no possible way
eyes look up
jus aint a value
yet u should explore
further than lusting
after mine
signed
pic
this is sumthing to be threw on
thown on
that
on
lines on my box
beat throb abnormalld think
this paper is no longer blank shot and white
signing ya face with my taste
deliciously
dippt it
extendined sentanceing
now i c whats up in arms
cant part this placement and u as a task
markers on
blinded and blown
past this u
fecket up kid stance
look up whats in my mind
more than the sex on lined
lines wooden pegs
holding the clothing off my back up
bent over
shot passt
missed the spot on my arse
aims out the fuckn window
climbing limbs
banded and branded
i aint
flat on my back
only for this will i lie down
beyond bald balliks
lik ass
sticker
stuck to far out long
not wrong tho
put that stamp on ur head
for postage nd well delivered kinds
posted
peachy
lyrical
confusion aint my care
over
the depth of years
poetic pales full to the brim
milk
pour it onto my skin
bareing
honest dancing
it on ya muther fucking
bastard
boxed up yup im ya slut
urban angles
turned taped into reacted
smokin break
not brokn
yet need anuthe blunt u
baged up bleeding worth
never more than my talented line
mind word
smokn too well
its called my styled spell
upon u fooling fortress
i am able capable of climbing over the moment
to be aware of more for this
lie back
take away ur dieing sty
u been rolling round too long
new
home
based
zone
coded
numbers
snaped
flash back
lookin on im still a freak for that bit
so screwd up thrown in to the cage
percenting a proportion of a vaild presented muni makeing words wrangling
weeds taking over the garden u have let go too late they gone
ill be ya killa
poisend is ya head fuck
toxic is style
mouth
adicted in my chains
unleashing
my tame
game'd
diein
done deal for now
u out get in this
too
knotch not many
39
36
marker
knock knock knock
red lined
language
lostmylay
to lyrical binds
fuck edit
that took ages to read
a closed book
emotional hook
i dont mean to bleem rudeness
sweet
knees up in u fuckn butt
and then the music stops
then on
livin life under the southern stars
with ya
breather
not stances on upside down crossed
legged haged
dead
episodes
of the same progamme
its getting funny
freaked
ok
empty nothings slaying staines
of inspiration left in my head
bye to that
so go fuck a toy
away u go
id buy me in
jus to avoid
think
nasty thoughts ive got
enuf of a nasty talk
all at the same time as i stalk my own stalker
tango
dance dwaned
twained twisted up
bout satan evil devils apparent reputation
u cunts is as the hell bound kept
keepers are good jus like u
keep going on ur path and ur going straight down
specially if u forget to pick up this talent
sinner suckers
lollie pops and bread
bitch plead ur days of taste blood bathes
company will be there in case that be where i too end up
joining hands of miss mary and lucy lunaticed bitch bit
gloss'n fightn to be rebeliving
i aint letting my life find hell during this life
thats whats been and gone
not like a mag dala life
style burning tags on u palms
doors named a bells ring as u arrive in the depths dungions
duck taped trap shut mutt
twice liced gut
legs cut rupped
done
deceptive tangents
head dont stay on one worth in one day pain
fuck that boring smak
mouthed out
done
not here in styles suggested
filed order
(that wants to)
make u unload
while im beeming loading
ceiling
see-men
whilst im attempting to slow this figured
porch seat
torched u an all loyalty of stories left in the trash
go get ya ride
to death is this
or
nothing
bitch
can be said
of this skill in its real lit up stance
eluminated
spark
plug into this
stallin coz of a onlooka
bank booker
backed
up on
the wall
beating u and vision
not bailing to far
fast beat'n throbn coz of bass rushing this case
sayin what i want where it fits
yep u fit
presicion
{{{}}}push
up to get low
style
is better than
nothing going on
so fuck away with my find
bak up
im on
listen
up
style worse than u
so u mutha fucker walk bakwards
let there b a space in my head left for this pleasure
fear
flight feather
pleased
light weight
droped back
7 bits
boots are on
my time is going
the rest of u
step down
give me a breather
men
dem dammed
in timed
lacked
locked
jawd s of life
cut the call
just for this to become
as clear as white paper be
with an opposite pace
as opaque
nothing going on
of the moment)
surging
not so
found
still status
mussed up
muscled into ya lap
it is a trapulating
captivated flip
is all ya heads
in space between
drawn down
with ur maturity
sidelined tracking ya behind
diad head mind styled
the way i walk un lacking
lapping
got u looking like there aint no possible way
eyes look up
jus aint a value
yet u should explore
further than lusting
after mine
signed
pic
this is sumthing to be threw on
thown on
that
on
lines on my box
beat throb abnormalld think
this paper is no longer blank shot and white
signing ya face with my taste
deliciously
dippt it
extendined sentanceing
now i c whats up in arms
cant part this placement and u as a task
markers on
blinded and blown
past this u
fecket up kid stance
look up whats in my mind
more than the sex on lined
lines wooden pegs
holding the clothing off my back up
bent over
shot passt
missed the spot on my arse
aims out the fuckn window
climbing limbs
banded and branded
i aint
flat on my back
only for this will i lie down
beyond bald balliks
lik ass
sticker
stuck to far out long
not wrong tho
put that stamp on ur head
for postage nd well delivered kinds
posted
peachy
lyrical
confusion aint my care
over
the depth of years
poetic pales full to the brim
milk
pour it onto my skin
bareing
honest dancing
it on ya muther fucking
bastard
boxed up yup im ya slut
urban angles
turned taped into reacted
smokin break
not brokn
yet need anuthe blunt u
baged up bleeding worth
never more than my talented line
mind word
smokn too well
its called my styled spell
upon u fooling fortress
i am able capable of climbing over the moment
to be aware of more for this
lie back
take away ur dieing sty
u been rolling round too long
new
home
based
zone
coded
numbers
snaped
flash back
lookin on im still a freak for that bit
so screwd up thrown in to the cage
percenting a proportion of a vaild presented muni makeing words wrangling
weeds taking over the garden u have let go too late they gone
ill be ya killa
poisend is ya head fuck
toxic is style
mouth
adicted in my chains
unleashing
my tame
game'd
diein
done deal for now
u out get in this
too
knotch not many
39
36
marker
knock knock knock
red lined
language
lostmylay
to lyrical binds
fuck edit
that took ages to read
a closed book
emotional hook
i dont mean to bleem rudeness
sweet
knees up in u fuckn butt
and then the music stops
then on
livin life under the southern stars
with ya
breather
not stances on upside down crossed
legged haged
dead
episodes
of the same progamme
its getting funny
freaked
ok
empty nothings slaying staines
of inspiration left in my head
bye to that
so go fuck a toy
away u go
id buy me in
jus to avoid
think
nasty thoughts ive got
enuf of a nasty talk
all at the same time as i stalk my own stalker
tango
dance dwaned
twained twisted up
bout satan evil devils apparent reputation
u cunts is as the hell bound kept
keepers are good jus like u
keep going on ur path and ur going straight down
specially if u forget to pick up this talent
sinner suckers
lollie pops and bread
bitch plead ur days of taste blood bathes
company will be there in case that be where i too end up
joining hands of miss mary and lucy lunaticed bitch bit
gloss'n fightn to be rebeliving
i aint letting my life find hell during this life
thats whats been and gone
not like a mag dala life
style burning tags on u palms
doors named a bells ring as u arrive in the depths dungions
duck taped trap shut mutt
twice liced gut
legs cut rupped
done
deceptive tangents
head dont stay on one worth in one day pain
fuck that boring smak
mouthed out
done
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