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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-17-2010, 07:03 AM
Come off the sound stage, off the page you rehash the best you hadn't had
line for line, it's all sublime undermined rhyming decide you were the nicest/
contradiction spit cha fiction friction is caused by the pauses done on purpose
out cha cypher write cha live as a thousand watt light bulb bursting/
what's worst question Etrigan Mexican Dexter left bodies piled up in the garage
for Tuesday's trash day didn't cha get the memo, Alejandro work on ya note taking skills/
built from the backs blacked up when balled out, rim down you hazardous
panhandle camera angles come off the crap you whack as sloppy seconds/
a decades lessons addressed in one minute and fifteen seconds
jettison your weapons deep cover click off your comm signals/
trying to trigger my anger snaps Moor's law in the view of a few bystanders
my equalization be an equalizer with an equal opportunity to cause confusion/


come off
do it live
giving me the drive
we gonna rhyme it
and do it live....
F who ever survives
come off
do it live
F who ever survives...


Come off the block, the streets watch who you beef with
gifted in sight search wise lurch leak in beaks only birds feed their young with/
episodic outcomes without sounding bumming beats off the next man
with a cigarette in his hand, giving out discs optimized to maximize your entertainment/
detain it thinking you got it locked in it's place like the common cold
found cha on the road with those witty unpredictable heads/
loving the days when we could cipher without rifling off Psalms
now we qualm after every calm before the storm comes the norm/
words can only be enforced by actions detractors can act as a factors
divisible by the miserable multiplied by the ties they divide and add up/
cast away chastise those that find confront in the lies told
chose aim behold the perspective by which they helped me unfold/
get off the cold, frosty bold making the most of what's in front of me
skullduggery bugging in the rips I split down the seams gripping by any means/
stalking the dreams I use to scheme with as if she was a model by throttling her full
so if you want me to pop that balloon best get out the saloon when come in the room/


come off
do it live
giving me the drive
we gonna rhyme it
and do it live....
F who ever survives
come off
do it live
F who ever survives...