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
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