[Adonis]

Lived life and died. wings, halos and shell toes. Fisticuffs and brass knucks. Swanging makers of hay like show-nuff. he's the divinchie of vangoue, fuck Michelangelo's numbchuks. don't bluff just inhale. My god, may every Netcees artist after me fail.



A burning bush had once lifted me up
a natural caligraphist died, now he's typing in blood.
spitting bolts of lightning from lungs.
each chalenger left hanging like Kunta, from the rungs.
Not a champ that hasn't won.
Not an actor toting guns.
But if the flacid member could flex a Hogan -
Then the champ could speak in tounges.
writen lungs. Spiteful typos
This kid is number one.