Originally Posted by JahroamDaGod
primal rage and brutal blood,
Ill batters age, now who is up?
pour a sinner's gain into beautiful cups,
stitch a song of sixpence, the doctor's in and suture's cut
solely pool pole position ya team down in them daytona's
get flames all corn rolled cha know i'm cold as ice
sick as the golden fleece trying to be a beast all over this place making minds fall out like boys with no spines trying to think they can slime/