SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-19-2008, 02:29 AM
Morbid means torah means scam the genes
Alter you rappers thinking y’all were falling off/
Scuff at the flows I chop heads off similar to noses blown by napoleon
My complex be bomb threats to most for any trying detect/
Inject cha thoughts here; you cannot bare fruit without having reproduction
If you got styles I divide cha by PIE and you still won’t release ya niche/
Rip this bitch apart like a virgin’s vagina
Rewind cha mind back through grime/
Cycles through times, booking demands etch through darts polar arts
Making my plans cold as ice the tyrants aren’t the type/
Look at the recession we’re in given the glebes your clubs are myths
Spiffed up gifted caps, now cats be getting skinned by thoughts I put together/
Game the pawns, chef the rooks, break the knights, and shatter they swords
Cut the cord, rebirth through the disciples uploading them G-Ciples/
Monkey’s see dummy’s do I might be taking commands from “The Man”
I got my own plan playing they little game, taking the roman plans/
Whatever remains wet?
Shall be solidly broken down
Whatever you meta-morph into
It needs something to grasp onto
Coming out the forest
Just like guerrillas
And soldiers apart of contra
Open hands tell all scams open books clans
Clasp onto ledges prowling any tethers for sheer peace/
Ripping darts down to the thesis eat cha down to the gristle
Spark your spade off the hand cha shave wit/
Gifted more armed soldiers hold cha cobras
Snap their heads quicker action figures get broken/
You ain’t no vocabulary molecular splitter vanguard flipper noun mouse clicker
I’m a mortician opening BOTS up for a reconstruct project similar to Decepticons/
I’m a harvest seasonal sparker dart marketer ripping so much
I had to be called a “Category 4 Storm” so by long I’m wasn’t in Kansas no more/
Ruggedly vicious speak on topics drenched in an arm-pit of flesh
Rest on any laurel hold cha dick before you insert cha cuss word here/
Off the nomad diatribe seeing who be in the bee hive be a swarm
Cutting the cost I put a pause on all subject matter so most can’t scatter/
Never needing a roach clipper just call me an “Ace in the hole”
Break the mold chief rocking all that I encompass like a planet’s in orbit/
Whatever remains wet?
Shall be solidly broken down
Whatever you meta-morph into
It needs something to grasp onto
Coming out the forest
Just like guerrillas
And soldiers apart of contra
Alter you rappers thinking y’all were falling off/
Scuff at the flows I chop heads off similar to noses blown by napoleon
My complex be bomb threats to most for any trying detect/
Inject cha thoughts here; you cannot bare fruit without having reproduction
If you got styles I divide cha by PIE and you still won’t release ya niche/
Rip this bitch apart like a virgin’s vagina
Rewind cha mind back through grime/
Cycles through times, booking demands etch through darts polar arts
Making my plans cold as ice the tyrants aren’t the type/
Look at the recession we’re in given the glebes your clubs are myths
Spiffed up gifted caps, now cats be getting skinned by thoughts I put together/
Game the pawns, chef the rooks, break the knights, and shatter they swords
Cut the cord, rebirth through the disciples uploading them G-Ciples/
Monkey’s see dummy’s do I might be taking commands from “The Man”
I got my own plan playing they little game, taking the roman plans/
Whatever remains wet?
Shall be solidly broken down
Whatever you meta-morph into
It needs something to grasp onto
Coming out the forest
Just like guerrillas
And soldiers apart of contra
Open hands tell all scams open books clans
Clasp onto ledges prowling any tethers for sheer peace/
Ripping darts down to the thesis eat cha down to the gristle
Spark your spade off the hand cha shave wit/
Gifted more armed soldiers hold cha cobras
Snap their heads quicker action figures get broken/
You ain’t no vocabulary molecular splitter vanguard flipper noun mouse clicker
I’m a mortician opening BOTS up for a reconstruct project similar to Decepticons/
I’m a harvest seasonal sparker dart marketer ripping so much
I had to be called a “Category 4 Storm” so by long I’m wasn’t in Kansas no more/
Ruggedly vicious speak on topics drenched in an arm-pit of flesh
Rest on any laurel hold cha dick before you insert cha cuss word here/
Off the nomad diatribe seeing who be in the bee hive be a swarm
Cutting the cost I put a pause on all subject matter so most can’t scatter/
Never needing a roach clipper just call me an “Ace in the hole”
Break the mold chief rocking all that I encompass like a planet’s in orbit/
Whatever remains wet?
Shall be solidly broken down
Whatever you meta-morph into
It needs something to grasp onto
Coming out the forest
Just like guerrillas
And soldiers apart of contra