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flamboyant steez
Join Date: Jul 2011
Location: Montreal
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smoke-blaze
torch up the bud exhale immense amounts of blood causing a street flood this all takes place beneath the mud my thoughts spread like a theroy i like my beats dark and eerie heart beats so fast its teary skitzafrnik furry clearly i need help so i smoke wet weed thats called kelp it makes me relax helps me win battle tracks my tongue is a slashing axe rhymes crush through your bottled up ear wax directly contacts with the brain it collapse im a owner of ancient artifacts perhaps im drinkin shots of shnapps on top of book stacks filled with knowledgable facts avoiding mind traps make a quick escape through a time lapse visit camp nightmare to survive here you must face your deepest fear spit a lyrical spear into your ear so you hear it clear a magnificnet sound you love to hear then suddenly i appearin a 3 dimensional sphere its the final frontier travled here unknown year i am the orginal member of the children of the corn leave your parents bodies ripped up and torn sworn alliance with every day kithcen house applinace obligated to speak highly of the science terminated definace being chased by the iron fucking giants equppied with silenced pistols its all i need to obtain the dark black crystals |
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flamboyant steez
Join Date: Jul 2011
Location: Montreal
Posts: 197
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any input?
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flamboyant steez
Join Date: Jul 2011
Location: Montreal
Posts: 197
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halloweens my night just like jack skellington
more chink eyed then a scarfaced pelican my outer flesh is just a human replicant i toss rubber ducks right at your chest relaeasing all your inner intestines and guts its been a rough day the ashtray is filled with ciggarette buts rhymes so cold i leave em out to thaw and this flow is a middle finger to the lackluster performance of the law id like to see you try to talk your way out of this instant replay is enough evidnece to prove the theory of rambling reefer residents or pathetic presidents i easily remove the tissue from your ligaments and bang the fuck outta them like drum instruments irony is irrelvance it aint no mystery i dont recive pain nor injury i take pain and charge it into positve energy lyrical landscape imagery the end of the world is all i see stuck up phramacys with gun in your face style robberies |
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