The Swaggabond Cappadon
I used to be a opiate wreck, now i write bars no one can test
Let the gauge open ya chest, gunsmoke choke you to death
Djinn in the flesh, gut you inside out where you live in your bed
Jump rope witcha crimson instestines, a significant message
I can sin with the pen, repent, or wage all out war with my words
Paint a picture crystal clear, shmear it, or type a porcelain verse
Destroy a whole crew -not a morsel of force, a horseman, a ghost
An orphan who wrote, swung excalibre, thrust my sword in the stone
Important to know, gave my cell phone to e.t. to call homies
Im springstein and bon jovi, a winged demon, invoke me
Grody, ugly as fuck, youd think my father slings semen at poultry
Cant stand how the chickens that i see him with know me, as loki
Devil god of the jest, obsessed, horns like triceratops on my head
Gothic, a mess, and other times shine like photo optics instead
Robotic in bed, diabolical sex, C-3P0 with a golden cock by my legs
Insomnias friend, well -probably more like ive got a problem with rest
The dark knight of gotham -robin, nightwing when i chop at ur text
Open mic topical death, im unfuckwithable when i rhyme with intent
Pussies
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-A.bove T.he R.est
Last edited by Geno; 04-29-2018 at 12:27 PM.
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