Sentient being. No. Petulant earthling that turns the defibrillators' off switch. Insulate your arsenal, before my innately built in wattage,
Cool Scheme. Kinda failed meta... i guess lol
goes bonkers & simulates an arson. Come test the instinct of a swordsman. I could rhyme that with ill-nik-a is so garbage, but thats petty, and so bothersome and honestly, you've fell off since you pondered 40.
rhyme scheme off. no substance
I could miscreate a postulant. Come get some from this developing fetus, rehearsing his fencing, versus William Wallace. I'm Braveheart. The realest, so awesome.
Rhyme scheme is ok and kinda off. substance lacking
inseminate semen right into your crotch and watch under a telescope as lil ill nik-a's killed off even in pre-conceptual onset. The feelings' enthralling, I'll give you a lesson today, once the ambient medians offset. Calculate the perfect pounce, or accumulate a dodgestep.
Nice scheme but ROFL AT INSEMINATING YOUR OPPONENTS CROTCH LIKE WTF. thats anti swag to the max
Measure this mutant races' concept before I mutilate your carcass wreck, while this elders rewinds his favorite tape in a car cassette. I abuse the human rate of phonics, that translates loosely into optics.
cool scheme but this is just random ramblings like most of what you written so far
My sword could fumigate a cockroach by the steam its giving off when I swing it by your forehead. I study calculus in copious amounts, in which my visors HUD measures your percentage of death at over a thousand. I'm sort of a clown, but sorta a downer. I kill you on accident, but on purpose. Arousal. On verge of overkill once I feint & observe the way you conserve your energy to go further. My click is retarded, I don't mean clique as in squadron. I mean click as in glocks, once the bullets start spittin and coughing. Ambians kicking in. Guardian miscreant, eating a Scorpion, dont care whether or not if its poisonous. But I do care if it's got a cock and it's pointing; and if it does I'm drilling the poison right through your esophagus. Sorcerers deviant, sort of mischievous source of conceitedness.
Your gesticulations worthless, to this gentlemens feelings. A thirst quenching appeal, for hosting the worlds most eloquent thesis.
More ok schemes i guess but there is nothing here really to quote just more rambling with no substance... the fumigate part had potential
Steady your breathing, cause hesitating while ethered could cause colossal pounds that youre bleeding, to knock you out in seconds, while stealing your pearly green Jordan cleats and fingerbang half of your seedling Puerto Rican collegiates. WITH your hand on the chest with no pledge to allegiance. You're pledging to big baby. Smoking cigars with Cuban Generals. Jesus! Are you ever gonna guess it? I'm Che Guevara resurrected, using the same gray Beretta Fidel gave me at election. Go ahead, purchase you a lead heart, you couldn't accept an ounce of head smart. Catch me with a pound in the air like @
El Pancakes proud resurgence, Red blots, with my mouth blurting, crowd surfing at TED talks. Youre seeeely, like punchlines are so weird to come off on, I'll put steel in your windpipe like Stephen the Hawkings, in a gray buttoned hood, you're a gay fucking crook, like Frank Underwood.
more off schemes and ramblings that are not well put together
I'm severely dissapointed in this verse. You do so much better in the Open Mic I thought you would impress me here but decided to just go full retard and ramble off lame schemes. Then you decided you wanted to put your opponents scrodem under the microscope after you inseminate him. pause. and you writing in paragraph form made this horrible to decipher and vote on.