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Old 07-05-2012, 04:52 PM   #510
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Originally Posted by Eversick666 View Post
sent her to hell a mess,more than devilish,thoughts brought by loaded magnum,these bitches beggin for hollow tipz,never the less,injest son..an relish the best..,,Underground MCZ that split ya frame insane,,and choke out ya breath,2012 son..will fuckin beat u 2 death,cardiac arrest in ya chest,beleve me,Roman exorsisms dont even take THIS much finesse,ITZ OVER sent back in time universal rhyme soldiers,..shapeshift this makeshift reality sober,the overloader,circut busting electrical volter,polevaulting axes in ya grill for extra london olympic exposure,so laugh at the past,n cry to the future,chained in Priests basment is ure placement untill its time to induce ya,seduce ya with eyes that drift from innocents to rape an polute ya,u get what u give and a worthless shell perfectly suits ya...
seen disperin shells that fell from the supra
priest n eversick, to hell with you losers
ring ya mufuckin bells with the ruger
we survived the pits of hell tippin booze up
stayin blunted ..with pussy that play in covens
thru they snatches we traffic that cake to ovens
cave ya lungs in, spit vapors from flamin onions
we giants, like babe 'n bunyon, slangin' axes..
lumberjack masked crackaz whos cravin' blackness
thoughts illlogic profane 'n our brains is backwards
yo the crow 'n the jokers our favorite actors
cuz them fuckers is DEAD! under graves in pastures
if you breathe we dont like you, the same as pastors
slice you, view what's inside like we breakin' passwords
yo we stays on our grind like a page in Thrasher
heavybag mufuckaz that hang from rafters
beat with clubs, fuck tiger, WE play the Masters
'why we's callin the shots' like its blazers/mavericks
crusty blood on these clothes thrown in stanky hampers
suds erupt from the soap when erasing splatters
left'em stuck on the rope with they faces battered
pedals stuck to the floor, we evade the capture
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