I'm the 'BLOODBATH' of the slaughter of ''WORDS''; I am the sentiment of ''EVIL'' the sentiment of ''RASH''; I am the sentiment of serpent snake; I am the everlasting lustful serpent; I am the everlasting lustful serpent; I am the serpent of EDEN; I am the serpent of Eazen; I am the serpent of the belov'ed serpent snakes from above the lake; I am the aftermath of words; I killed a 'SENTIMENT SENTENCE' with 'EMINENT RHETORIC' I am the monarchy of 'KINGS AND QUEENS' I am the sentiment of 'EVIL' I am the sentiment of 'RASH' I am the 'EVERLASTING SENTENCE OF RHETORIC SERPENT SENTIMENT'; I killed the numeric alphabet with the "'LETTER N'; I killed serpent and scorpions with worthless purpose and serpent siss; I am a dagger of the sword; I am the dagger from the sword; I am the everlasting exisstence from the pen' dragon persistence; I am the 'EDGE' of a ''TABLE'; the 'BREAD" from a fable; I am the everlasting serpent from ''DEMON HELL'' I ''WASHED'' envy and jealously in a 'LAKE OF BAPTISM" than 'ATE' the scorpion sting from my mother; for I am a serpent that killed zillions of invisble serpents while they were ''SCREAMING'' for I am a serpent by the name of cerberus who killed the nervious twitch of ''URNS AND DJINN'S''
If i had a dollar every TIME YOU spit 'serpent' i'd have a DIAMOND for certain, you WRITE A RHYME ONCE, and it's over-exertion. I DRAG YOUR ass to the CONFINES of a SERMON and EXCORCISE your soul, RETURN THE last DRAGON like erick SERMON. you think yourself a non-BANDWAGONIST cause you spit the ANTAGONIST lines of evil from the LAZARUS times, you ain't even close to PASSIN' MY TEST of PASSIONATE ZEST, i've NEVER IMPRESSED with your kind of verses, they AIN'T EVEN FRESH. i'm WASTING MY BREATH - ABRASIN' THE FLESH, you roasted by the flames of hell without me BREAKING A SWEAT, your best bar was EMINENT RHETORIC;- but i was sent to PEN THE CHORUS of the diss track for THE MEN IGNORANT. you get your pile of stinking piss back, don't pay it FORWARD AGAIN, i'm thinking you're a mishap, BORN DEFORMED IN THE HEAD. you call yourself the edge of a table, bread of a fable; i disagree because you're CORNERED and nobody BITE YOU. my pedigree is pissed i stooped down to WRITE YOU, but let it be, the lord forgives, he gave you someone who'd FIGHT YOU.
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