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Old 07-17-2008, 11:33 PM   #315
SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
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Originally Posted by Bronze Feet View Post
I jus penned this down let me know what you guys think

Here come the reinforcements, covered by artillery bombardment,
attack the flanks, burst through they ranks, as for them firing back,
dont worry about that, i got 40 men strapped,
with flamethrowers to clear the trench, and a good source of tanks,
from hence forth, my men are cold as winters up north, near the poles,
we have there bunkers under control, rush the fields, swarm there troops,
there surrounded tighten the noose, they look astounded, let the MG's loose,
blow there shit back, there squads are bloodhounded, where they were slaughered, the dirt mounded, my troops never once faltered, or halted,
now i reign the most exhalted, my soldiers are never exhausted, one mission left,
then they can continue to be fathers, that night we got sent,
your orders are to leave no one left, not one is to have a single fuckin breath,
we got nicknamed the squad of death, so heres the plan,
we ambush right were the sentry stand, then invade like a ninja clan,
with knife in hand, take out every last man, slow and silent,
if we get caught, react violent, then bust off them shots, we all that we got, dont waste one shot, make everyone count, we got twenty minutes,
then be out, retreat as soon as i shout, ill be right there dont doubt,
you can count on me, after you hear the whistle,
comes artillery and missiles, this shit is of the record, never official,
when it was over we cleared the sector, bombed out every vector,
we returned, on our clothes the blood still trickles,
nightmares of barbed wire lookin like sickles, visions of popped flares,
many of my friends trapped in snares, thats why im a devil who dares,
cross the line, 40,000 shots fired at one time, this is all from one mind,
on the battlefield is where i was refined, crafted into a natural diesater,
all you hear is my laughter, after the war,
my troops call me commander or master, you move fast but i move faster,
the anti to your matter, crafted into a madhatter,
for years i lead the land to victory, many battles for glory,
i was assassinated and thats the short end of the story
i like your whole short story style of spitting and it seems one your strong points i mean this seems like your pulled it right of one my favorite movies by Stanley Kubrick "Full Metal Jacket". and lyrically it's very descriptive i wouldn't mind seeing different type of darts you got to offer
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