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ChristO · 12-21-2012, 06:46 PM

..right, you can forgive/pardon the biases I laced this piece with, or, well, yo, I’m here to give a message, eh...
...concentration camping out with my nation, a compilation
our waists hammered down, off safety to waste men
y’alls safety ain’t there then... how do lucille want to drill?
in your anus I’m gonna’ drill
I’m not slow, uranus co-rules with the water boy
you’ll capsize before rowing your boat ashore
my wu’men ether not playing, or I’m not paying for sex
but I am tempted to part with part of my check…
..so I strangle my neck ‘til my head gush my kids
I call a chick only to keep in-touch with a b!#ch
she’s slow to choose me, meanwhile I get shot to death
my option’s to brand myself ant christ and be hexed
the 5 points of a goat referred to as baphemat
yeah, well it’s all rhetoritic ‘til you realize what is left
there seems to be a failure in our communication
some kid said I am nimrod, for now it’s speculation
but I can see how it’s real, the wolf hunter flipped from the shepherd
so who’s alleging anything that I did was senseless?
even when I went in on my own blood tee-tee
notice that I never slept, no bedsheets in tee-pees
part chippewa, all black, speckle of white devil
I am my own combat zone, relations not settled
just because they wanna’ procreate the oreo race
I’ll sherman hensley s.p. strut all on they graves
I’m so demanding, obey, I demand it
okay, if you doubt, gravitate off the planet
without a smoke, drink, sniff, or a fresh needle track, son
the bees came for me..the beetles came for manson
I’m realer than crazy, I am sun tzu
author of the art of war, a.k.a. sun wu
I know you saw the raw evidence y’all ignore
there’s an eternal debt owed for what I endure
any rap skill evolved still is a dollar short
pay it all to me or be dissolved into a sauce
I am gab’ the gift, harbinger of revelations
the beast with the 666, I call for his resignation
your profit muhammad talks from his imagination
if I’m not recognized as allah in y’all ragged nation
I come for nothing else but to war on your faggot fake shit
I’m relaxed..you best to give me mine or get bath-tub naked...

12-21-2012, 06:46 PM	#7
ChristO 2.15 Join Date: May 2008 Location: SOUTH PHILA. PA MiddleEast Posts: 608 Rep Power: 0	excerpt from 10.17.12 ..right, you can forgive/pardon the biases I laced this piece with, or, well, yo, I’m here to give a message, eh... ...concentration camping out with my nation, a compilation our waists hammered down, off safety to waste men y’alls safety ain’t there then... how do lucille want to drill? in your anus I’m gonna’ drill I’m not slow, uranus co-rules with the water boy you’ll capsize before rowing your boat ashore my wu’men ether not playing, or I’m not paying for sex but I am tempted to part with part of my check… ..so I strangle my neck ‘til my head gush my kids I call a chick only to keep in-touch with a b!#ch she’s slow to choose me, meanwhile I get shot to death my option’s to brand myself ant christ and be hexed the 5 points of a goat referred to as baphemat yeah, well it’s all rhetoritic ‘til you realize what is left there seems to be a failure in our communication some kid said I am nimrod, for now it’s speculation but I can see how it’s real, the wolf hunter flipped from the shepherd so who’s alleging anything that I did was senseless? even when I went in on my own blood tee-tee notice that I never slept, no bedsheets in tee-pees part chippewa, all black, speckle of white devil I am my own combat zone, relations not settled just because they wanna’ procreate the oreo race I’ll sherman hensley s.p. strut all on they graves I’m so demanding, obey, I demand it okay, if you doubt, gravitate off the planet without a smoke, drink, sniff, or a fresh needle track, son the bees came for me..the beetles came for manson I’m realer than crazy, I am sun tzu author of the art of war, a.k.a. sun wu I know you saw the raw evidence y’all ignore there’s an eternal debt owed for what I endure any rap skill evolved still is a dollar short pay it all to me or be dissolved into a sauce I am gab’ the gift, harbinger of revelations the beast with the 666, I call for his resignation your profit muhammad talks from his imagination if I’m not recognized as allah in y’all ragged nation I come for nothing else but to war on your faggot fake shit I’m relaxed..you best to give me mine or get bath-tub naked... __________________ $%#&!