Massacre the horrible plans of mankind's co-ordinal masters
After cadavers inanimately formless I bellow a chorus of laughter
Divorcing the matter, shatter the force of former coroner ashes
Blood and gore in my hand, squish a batch to pour on the canvas
Typin lines that form into gashes like backs hit with 400 lashes
this was the first time i read anything from you and im impressed.
the lines that i pasted were the dopest, the flow was amazing
throughout the entire thing, never missed a beat. good shit.
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get high. write rhymes.
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