[Saint]

Nothing in particular really...just thoughts...
Prox

Dracula’s back, attack in the sack wit immaculate mack
Have acrack at the knack, to build shack outta plaques
Turn your spatula black, Tarantula rap, gag a flowing hose,
flag a toe to toe, Imma spit out bragga-dosey-do
Drag a nose that blows, branch out and snag opposing foes
It’s a drag composing prose, battles I win in a million fights
appealing I like, words print in white-chameleon type
Ate beans and was chili on mic, opposite of sleep appeal
I’m gonna write a non-fiction novel, just to keep it real
onion with weep appeal, sonnin’ the weak of will
Runnin’ to reap a meal, and I can flow this way,
Twas my chosen fate, to turn your eyes to frozen grapes
death, but I carry a life sickle, that gives a knife tickle
wit’ an upward prance, a 3-point stance on top a tricycle
Physician said I’m ill at text, word.doc, absurd shock,
I’ll throw a turtleneck at you but you don’t deserve mock,
Observe lock; break down goliath at the third knock,
Listen to the watch, you’re about to have heard clock,
On the fastest horsepower, automatic torque too,
Quick to freeze my breath and autograph it for you…


Loki:

The Laws of Gravity Rule that Initial Flows Cool
And I've Got Just Cause like Judicial Crows Do
Superficial Foes Lose, I'm Past Exaggerating
My Axe Decapitating, Magistrates of Saxon States
Magic's Fake, But Cats Don't Think that of My Battle Makes
The Panels Rate, My Verses for the Annals of History
Slander the Industry, Get in Touch with the Witch in Me
Just to Solve Hansel's Mystery, and Channel my Misery
Hand Me Some Listerine, My Breath Reeks of Sulfur
Volcanic Tendencies, My Head Meets My Shoulder
When this Man be Listening to Your Prose in Flows
I'm a Pro in Poems, Your Crew Presented Me with a Golden Row
I'll Go Toe to Toe, with an Approaching Bro
Stick Explosives in His Nostril, Let Him Blow His Nose
Then Throw Him a Tissue, and Continue My Plan
You're Holding a Magazine? Not the Issue at Hand
I Think You Understand, You're a Bitch Who Wants ta Dance with Me
Sorry, Can't You See How I Keep it in the Mammals B?
I Got, Three Camels, a Bunny and a Mummy
I'm Out of Breath and Your Lungs are Yummy for My Tummy
I'm Hungry like a Hippo, And Known as a Cold Dude
So I Fed on Holy Spirits, Then Got Shown on SoulFood
You Dumb Ox Hog, I Numb Top Frogs
Ummm…And Your Time Will Come like a Fucking Watch Dog
Assaulting Your Vocab, I'm Eager to Rape Your Featured Verbs
You've Got an Appetite for Destruction so I Make You Eat Your Words….