vs. SHREDDER
SHREDDER? THE CHEDDER MOZERELLA HELECOPTER PROPELLER
CHOPPING YOU LIKE MOZERELLA: THAN PUTTING HOLES IN YOU LIKE CHEDDER/
I grab the beretta; and shredder; it's over?
You come over grips with reality; if I was on a bridge saying red rover red rover!
Dead cobras in your locker; socrates and aritstotle!
Blare the nozzle; like opening coke bottles!
For shredder grabs the beretta and humiliates himself!
You'll get whipped with a belt; you'll get whipped with He whose name shall not be spoken's fat ass belt for not being a PHAT EMCEE!
I'm a nocturnal demon; drinking semon
Even as a ALIEN you couldn't have the beamer!
VS. Jayfresh
I'm Lucifer's Legion; Screaming Demons; Dripping Semon!
Tripping Demons; I'll have you 'seaing HELL" like you're on ACID!
Take a acid bath Jayfresh; stay fresh with towels and water!
I lead the horse to the slaughter; if you 'beat me' - I'm always a martyr
Quit thinking jayfresh is cool? I drip drool in school!
You're pure sweat..I drip drool in school..to get a girl wet!
I'm always thinking about text battling and sex!
What are you thinking about? BOARDING..because you're BORED..
I'm onyx stature..blue bonnet rapture..
I captured the essence of TEXT; when I drop a text for my mother..
I'm always better than you; little man!
If you win(d)..I'm the winds of change..primal rage..I'm a fly in cage..
vs. UNKNOWN
Clockwork orange; round of applause because I'm w(r)rapped in the gauze/
I am God; I killed the prophets of the Bible with a idle/idol bible/
I caught ruins in ancient Egypt; meaning I saw locusts swarming
Soaked in gauze/god because I am God; I am Jesus Christ; sea the light
I am the biblical plague; you are all death; like dead
Because I am what's left; I am a plague; I am bubonic plague
I am the night/knight in shinning armor; battling karma
I am the armor of God; the karma of god
I am what's left; the order of the serpent
I am the serpentine; the bursting of screams from a herde of gleam
VS. OUCH
I'm the ascendant of heaven; the ascendant of heaven; I am a angel with a halo
I'm the devil with a halo; my hating is blatant; it's like comparing a Haitian to Satan//
I'm the savior of heaven; kingdom of gluttony; the singing of lungs and seas; the succulent sea//
I'm the rummage of seas; you're 'fly' how can you plummet with wings?
I'm the sun and the sea; I'm the lungs and the sea; I'm the sun and the wings
Bludgeoned with sea; the wackest geek battle me; cometh' the sea
I'm the planet storm; the planet's war; I'm the palace of diamond
Slaughter with rhyming; this wack emcee 'God like Zeus' I bring water to lightning
I'm the author of rhyming; I'm the zeitgeist pen' dragon; the rhyming pen' dragon
I'm the rhyming' pen' dragon; my sword kills ten daggers//
I'm the ten dragons; I'm the author of dragons and lizards; the dragonist blizzard
I'm the author of conception; dagger is gizzard; I brought the wagon to wizard
I'm the author of conception; the dragon writing/riding a horse/hoarse sick//
I'm the author of pen conception'; force rips; I have the bible; the 'LORD RIPS'//
I'm the author conception'; I'm the author of conception'; I killed ten daggers
I killed ten dragons with ten sword; I went to heaven and ''KILLED THE LORD''
I'm the lightning sun; the lightning puns; the abrasive abrasion' from the sandstorm//
I'm the w(r)ap form; I'm the 'leave you in the dust' that erased your ILLUSIONS OF GRANDEUR//
vs. SHARP
I'm the dark author; the conglomerate pen' dragon; the rain cry
I have insane might; you couldn't 'be sharp' with a blade knife
I'm the nocturnal demon; the abrasive chain; the chain of pain
I'm insane as sane'; you couldn't 'spit fire' spitting' cocaine' with flames
I'm the cenobite pen' dragon; a arsenal of weaponry; planet of destiny
I'm the granite of revelries; one 'hit from my circle' and it's axis/axe's of energy
I'm the cenobite pen' dragon; the duel of destiny; the duel of precipice
I'm the duke of revelries; I 'cracked the mirror match' this is a duel of symmetry
I'm the maker of destiny; the maker of pen' author; the destiny sheik
I'm the embezzling king; you couldn't get 'over the hill' in the spring..
vs. PLOT
I'm yellow in the cosmos; burn you to cosmic dust; solemn thrust
I'm the awesome one; you're like a 'rushed movie' you're plot will suck..
I'm the possum dutch; I'm the infinity gem; the swifting kick
I'm the nifty kid; you're not sweet; you're the opposite of Eminem/M&M
I'm the positive marker; the awesome touch; the blossom flower
I'm the impossible hour; one punch will turn 'beautiful to ugly' like the pollen's sour..
I'm the infinite marker; the maker of heaven and hell; Satan is hailed
I'm the ascension of hell/hail; 'you're scared' like the dimension of hell/hail
I'm the ascension of flower; the ascension of angels and devils
I'm the halo of heaven; I'm a parable; you're a fable of heaven..
vs. Eviction
The schism; FOCUS -- riPPING OCEANS -- KISS tHE NOTION
RIPPING DOPE SHIT..ONLY TIME EVICTION -- NOTICE -- IS A SHOTGUN BLAST FROM THE LAND--LORD--
I'm coming with dopest free's; the hopeless seas; soaken dreams --
FOCUS PLEASE -- I'll 'BREAK BREAD" -- to ''TEAR/TEAR'' apart your broken dreams
I'm coming with dopes frees; the hopeless seas; hopeless dreams --
DESPAIR AND GRIEF -- only time 'you grew' is wheat and MEAT/
I'm coming with hopeless dreams; the hopeless dreams --
SOAP AND CLEAN; EVACUATING EVICTION -- LIKE MOVING HOUSES --
I'm the cutest mouse kid -- the shooting spout mist
THE COOL OF OUNCES -- only time I need 'EVICTION' is moving HOUSES --
I'm putting together harp songs and jubilee sprees; shooting the breeze/
The future's serene; a Byzantine king; pristine as fling; shooting the king/
I'm pouring sake and wine; for the anguish of time/
Lavish as rhyme; packing the nine; like arachnid and fly's/
Who are you; bleak is nothing more than a w(r)ap of rhyme/
Zap in time; the w(r)ap of rhyme -- salvage a nine than pack a nine/
I'm the conquering of king's; arch bishop's and lord's of kings/
Pouring rings of dinosaur's and fling..tore the sheethe like forks and rings/
For I am king; a sistine king; pristine fling/
Sistine king -- I am the king of the world; beautiful sea pearls/
vs. Ouch
I'm the manic depression; syntax a weapon; syntax a weapon/
Intact with weapons..OUCH..OUCH..OUCH..that hurt..911/
I'm the noun reverend..the sound heaven..gabriel's horn..
Fable of torn..fable is scorn..I'm able and sworn..you look disabled and torn/
I'm the sentiment of evil..sentiment of rash..
Sentiment of evil..sentiment of rash../
I'm onyx stature; the blue raptor rapture/
I captured you in a box..like yellow spiders in madacascar/
I'm the sentiment of rash..sentiment of evil..
I'm decietful..you're just a trick../
vs. Bombard
CZAR SONG.. CZAR PSALM..CALM CZAR..
BOMBBARD.?..WHO KNEW BOMBARD WOULD BOMB HARD!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!! ..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!.. !!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!..!!
I'm the unorthodox dragon..dragon dragonist//
ROB MAGGOT..you look like BOB SAGGET..//
I'm the unorthdox dragon..bomb maggots//
DID YOU KNOW YOUR A FAGGOT THAT COULD FLY//
DRAGON DRAGON..DRAGON DRAGON//
Did you know I'm a dragon that could fly//
POST MOTERM DISEASE: I HAVE FLEAS//
I have a FREE BREEZE FOR CHEDDAR CHEESE//
I'm nothing and something//
you're something and everything..//
GDLK..little kid..gonna' need it..
vs. Mac
I'm a potent design; OCEAN WITH WINE; COKE AND DIVINE..
I'm the father of RONALD; only time we see ''BIG MAC'' is at MCDONALDS!!
I'll grab the UZI; spray on your face; my uzi weighs a billion pounds..
Your 'HANGING ON BY A THREAD' i never seen a chameleon bounce..
I'm the author of light; excalibur teaching lessons in a cASTLE..
When we think of this guy.. we think fucking WHITE CASTLE(BIG MAC BITCH)
I am a potent design; I KILLED MILLIONS OF WRAPPERS..
You can't beat my scintallationed destiny.. since your BIG MAC I BET GRAVY IS YOUR RECIPLE..
I am invincible.. a punchline writer who kills scrubs and losers..
Only time you shoot is when you ejaculate(TOO GAY PORN)..I SHOOT WITH THE RUGER..
vs. Burd
You're Burd!? Please retire! I'll lift 'the hood' with the beam//
You'll see 'DEAD BITCHES' everywhere like a pet cementary//
I shoot laser canons and play boy magazines//
So when 'you strip' holding the pole; just know you're pussy//
I got compliments in battles from EMINEM, ILLMACULATE, SCRIBLE JAM CHAMPIONS//
You got shot with more canons than sea pirates with sword cans//
I'll 'hop in the shotgun'' and shoot the shotgun//
You'll hop in the shotgun and kill yourself//
TRUST ME; you're not a champion on this site//
FOR I'll ''shoot on site/sight/'' -- did you know you're a fake gangster? You fake jammer!?
VS
vs Aloe
Sin. Slay. Swift.
Yo face it bitch, I’ll blaze ya scripts & break ya ribs w/ flagrant kicks,
then make you slip & state you’d take this if you’d made the A-lic spit/
Since blades’ll strip away ya blatant quips, phrases lay-men dismantle,
I’ll prove you claim ya sick just cause ya famous for taking handles/
And lame since ya phrases sample, shit that comes equipped with puns,
“Aloe Won?”…That names the kid you stole ya whole existence from/
So you should just insist ya done, as the proof it’s not worth your time,
because the facts ya shit’s more played than the usage of Urkel lines/
Plus the truth is you’re search to find, why you’re number one rated is,
you've revealed the fact, that you’re number one rated for taking dicks/
From Native, shit, that’s why I’m even coming sword-less to battle,
Step...? I’ll smack you so hard the impact will orphan your shadow/
Cause though I’m scorching with arrows, to show I’m fatal in sessions,
you couldn’t “rock the circle,” robbing Angels’ Halos from Heaven/
Since Native’s making your rep, What? you claim I’m afraid of you?
just cause you’ve been online rhyming with the same shit since ‘82?/
Fake bitch, I’m slaying you, since it’s wackness when Aloe’s rapping,
plus Def must have some secret beef with you, he made this battle happen/
vs Ebroheem
Sin. Slay. Swift.
Ya so wack that you spit raps and verbs to prove ya weak flow sucks,
I’m the cat who you wish that you were wants to be when he grows up/
Balthowsai switches stances...!!
You think you’ll beat me? You’re weak E, and the voters all know it,
dropped a verse? Ya might as well have dropped a poster to show it,
Cause exposing your flow is, garbage starts when yout rhyme begins,
because I ripped through all your hardest darts, simply by signing in,
So bitch your life will end by accident…cause your reference to Aloe,
will force me to pull your card and show, it’s a corpse from the Tarot,
And ya morbid apparel, proves you’ll lose when faced with a ruckus,
plus when I’m done, even your shadow will rock a halo with crutches,
So stop the hatred and fussing, cause though I reworked the concept,
It was just to prove None can see me, like I’ve appeared in convents,
To bomb sets in contests, as my common comments have you crying,
Arabs released your tape, but dawg, I heard you’re gassed and dying,
Cats are lying, if they say my ruthless threats won’t bruise your flesh,
cuz altho I’m the one who’s pissed, Ebro’s the one who’ll lose his head,
Then lose in threads, ya loss is guaranteed, I even checked the facts,
in that you’ve stepped it up, yet all that did was prove ya best is wack..
vs Nasif
Sin. Slay. Swift.
Nasif is like…A Dyslexic Hoe, who just came in to test me,
tried to copy Nasir Jones, and yet spelled the name incorrectly/
Since directly…he’s expressly confessed his love of my fame,
as Sif can never spell shit right, unless it comes to my name/
So his fronting is plain…cause Nelly’s baffled him in a manner,
as he gets the Country part, but not what he meant by the Grammar/
And as I’ve entered to slander, show I’m the source of his doom,
compare our skills, I swing w/ swords, as Sif brings knives, forks & a spoon/
He's the corpse in the room, my simplest words are killing this herb,
cuz I'm Elite, while he's still trying to work his way up to internet nerd/
You shine? it's really absurd...I'm the Sun...ya barely a lighter,
ask Rygar, you’re not an emcee, you’re barely even “A Writer”/
I'll make you bleed in the cypher, as you’re the fakest to speak it,
so ya death at the edge of my weapon’ll be ya greatest achievement/
Making up weak shit, now watch as this bitchmade kid'll get slain,
for trying to diss, when his pic has him looking like Little Wayne wearing braids...
vs. Equation
Sin. Slay. Swift.
Why the hell did E spit? When most wack kids dare to be lazy,
I could tell by his pic, that this faggot’s scared just to Face Me/
Since I prepared for an 8th Seed, made complete his dying round,
the fact’s the only thing that he’ll take’s defeat…while lying down/
So crying bout how you’ll get robbed, is type impossible when,
your pic shows you EXPECTED the loss, trying hospital beds/
Mocking ya head, it’s funny how that pic’s the best one you took,
if that’s your good side, I’d hate to see how the rest of you looks/
Cause at best E’s a rook, plus being a nerd’s part of his being,
though I ain’t know Egon from Ghostbusters had started netceeing/
It’s hardest to beat him, cause even though my puns attack his,
still I would never hit a bitch, ESPECIALLY one with glasses/
Front you’ll match this, yet the fact that you’re sad is still evident,
Don’t worry, Osama was joking when he called you “American”/
You’ll never win, ya pic’s the end results of this battle you’ll lose,
ya on ya back scratching ya head, wondering what happened to you/
Balthowsai switches stances…!!
Spare the talk, ya scared & shocked so you should just prepare ya thoughts,
you want ya future? Check the sidewalk bitch, it's outlined there in chalk/
I’ll bare the plot, then show the way I’m blessing Vets is effortless,
Since in this fight, E’s coming in third, while my shadow’s second best/
I’ll wreck you’re set, then slash with ease, to show you’re blasted easily,
Reach my league? You’d need to grow gills, just to be half as deep as me/
And beating me’s not on the roster, you’re just a lamb getting slaughtered,
Cause I’ll leave you shocked at the loss, touching outlets, standing in
water/
Plus I’m hotter, when I’m dropping bitch, I’ll prolly chop your pelvis,
Prove your weak style makes no sense, like Kamikazees rocking helmets/
Stop and tell this, as profound decrees’ll pound and beat you senseless,
The applause’ll seem relentless when your sound defeat commences/
From the entrance, you’re sacrificed for spitting lies that inappropriate,
Cause your verbs burn at the lowest degree…like an Associates/
So flow with this? I’ll come equipped to make you suffer body blows,
The crush your choppy flows and pause them, just like buffered audios/
vs Fracture
Sin. Slay. Swift.
Bitch, take a look at your pic, cause we could tell it's horrible, Fract,
when I say ya shook I'm describing your last withdrawal from crack/
Cause it’s probable that., the rumors are true, how amateurs beat ya,
plus how the fuck can ya fight, if ya cursed with Canibus’ features?/
Your Stamina’s Weaker…rock a wife beater to show you’re Tight,
when you couldn’t even beat ya dick if it was trying to throw the fight/
So kids know I’m right, to say this Canibus clone’s fronting he’s ill,
though it’s too bad Fract got his father’s looks, but none of his skill/
And I’m sonning you still, in that your plan to win just fell through,
though with those lips, the fact ya sucking dicks for votes, is still true/
So let me know to who the L's due, cuz just from seeing you clown,
it looks like someone already beat me, to, beating you down/
Cuz I’m about pleasing the crowd, so about the truth you’re masking,
how’s there net access in Somolia, if you’re proof that food is lacking?/
“Lose the rapping’s,” what I told Frac, “& I won’t even flaunt the win,”
now, I’ll even talk to Sally Struthers, and see if she’ll sponsor him/
Cuz as Frac’s loss begins, I’ll rock his chin, just slaying this gay kid,
who looks like Jaleel White without glasses, mixed with Alien Nation/
I’m patiently blazing, Tre, I can’t believe you said that you spit,
cause I’d beat you, your shadow, and any name you’re registered with/
So unless it’s ya pic that’s fake, bitch ya claims you’ll win are random,
cause In real life, you couldn’t even survive in a fight with Brandon/
Understand son, Def set up the tourney, so I’d make the Finals,
‘less we’re talking bout the best at giving head, you’ll never take a title/
So your fake recitals with no flow, expose you’ll find you’re the worst,
Since looking at your pic is the only time that you’d shine by your verse/
Blinding me works, although Fract’s spitting against me’s foolish,
I don’t need to post a verse, off the strength of ya looks you’d lose this/
Since I’ll bruise kids, I’ll show Frac on his knees, since the Whore really blows
Cause rappin', Ya chances of success get flattened more than ya nose/
vs Resin
Sin. Slay. Swift.
I’m using weapons in sessions as the method to damage bars,
& then wrecking Resin so bad that his flesh’ll look camouflaged/
Exposing he can’t come hard, cuz he’ll, get chopped & severed,
I’ll stop his heartbeat to show that his blood can’t flow acapella/
Because I be dropping better, while proving he’s not a Soldier,
He’ll just respond to this via John Edward from Crossing Over/
Exposing he’s lost his voters…his “best decrees” are the Worst,
plus Resin only beat Nasif, cause he mentioned Me in his Verse/
Essentially leaving him hurt, although he’s just faking w/ boasts,
claiming that he’ll take me out, when he has trouble taking a joke/
Cause it’s blatant in posts, you’ve analyzed me, yet it’s asinine,
for you to say you studied, when it seems you’re dissing Samurai/ (X)
You battle rhymes? I'll roast ya scripts & show this battle's hopeless-ness,
Reach my level? Homo, you'd need a cheat code just to post with this/
So notice this, cuz if the world’s a stage, I guess ya role’s the bitch,
just call me fate, in that ya life’s in my hands, though I’m choking it/
My style is known to slit, till voting’s passed, and still ya life is spared,
since I’m an apathetic sociopath…I’d kill you if I cared…!/
This kid is scared, none can understand, how Res fronting 'the man,'
explaining to his boys, "Bitch-slapped? Nah…I headbutted his hand!"/
vs Ill Nikka
Sin. Slay. Swift.
Yo I’m smoking this bitch, blazing MCs with smoldering scripts,
cause now I’m taking out seeds, like I’m about to roll up a spliff/
So don’t show us ya pic, since like ya nick, that shit’s a disgrace,
tryna spit’s replaced calling yourself ill as your Biggest Mistake/
Ya tried to pick up the pace & yet you were slayed from the start,
as your victory run ended while you were still aiming for March/
Tho ya playing ya part, claiming to spar, it seems ya can’t touch me,
cause the way that you were seeded ain’t the reason ya unlucky/
Even if I’m rusty, this written’s unfurled, ya get sick & then ‘earl,
you’re mad cause my verse’s hardly filler…like ya dick in ya girl/
So Nik give it a whirl, rep Ya ‘Prowlers,’ though that site is a fake,
shit, after you lose make ya OWN MM, with a fight you can take/
You’re the type to relate, primal debates to bragging and boasting,
here’s a proven FACT: only title you’ll win’s ‘Wackest Opponent’/
Though I’m bashing your dome in, kid, don’t even start to rap,
cause I’ll have your career lying in ruins like ancient artifacts/
In part your wack, and yet you can’t spit cause my fury’s unsealed,
plus bitch, I'll hang you twice like confused juries at the appeal/
Truly, you ain’t real, I’m mustering death and crushing your rep,
learn this lesson: stick to bestiality, but don’t fuck with the Vet!/
Becuz you’re flustered in text, & so next life, don’t bother to show,
or you'll get blown out like White Boys tryna rock Ben Wallace's fro/
And although the slaughter’s exposed, I’m glad that this rook isn’t fit,
for the win, since Ill-nikk’s spared us all having to look at his pic/
So just look for a click, since like your site, ya posting can't shine,
do like they do to UPN, and get votes with rhymes, posing as mine/
vs Alias72
Now that the beef has been sparked, let’s see where the beating should start,
I mean, your shirt’s yellow…but is that to match your teeth or your heart?/
Cause you’ve seen the remarks, coward…you’ll be rewording your facts,
though I’ll give you props, cause I didn’t know Pee-Wee Herman could rap!/
Deemed you certainly wack, claim that you’re weak to soften this beating,
meanwhile I’ll take this humble win, then prove you’re loss is conceded/
Since you’re often defeated, thus you’re red-faced and battered to Hell,
cause looking like THAT, posting THAT verse, I’d be embarrassed as well/
Plus it’s sad you’re compelled to smile then front with sloppy battle flows,
though first you copied Fracture’s style, now MUST you copy Aloe’s nose?/
With strangleholds, and sampled prose your shit’s lame and just pitiful,
No wait, you’re good…! Though while I’m lying….your name is original!/
So while you claim that at minimal, you’re good, kid it’s a figment,
of your mind, how is it below your neck you’re skin’s missing its pigment?/
Cause your writtens get ripped when, the outcome of meeting is deadly,
You knew you’d lose, that’s why in your Pic your nose is bleeding already/
Now I’ll be leaving you buried, in your own doubts, since you’re awestruck,
though you’re on the beach shore, literally confirming you’re washed up/
So while you’re yearning to cock suck, you’re too gay to compare rhymes,
though that’s cause your sexual preference is less straight than your hairline/
Instead of making your flair shine, there’s reasons you’re hiding your fame,
don’t worry, I’ll start a petition…and see if Prowlers can buy you a name!/
Meanwhile, try to abstain, from bouts where you’re enticed to surrender,
cause your face ALREADY looks like you’ve lost a fight with your blender/
Plus a contender…? You’re not, so bitch, stop pretending to drop rounds,
in this tourney posting a verse against me’s like consenting you’ll drop out/
I’m preventing the talk now, Victory ain’t the fate you’re facing verse Balth,
and meanwhile, the only V’s you’ll see come from the shape of your scalp/
That taste in your mouth’s defeat, and though your birth year nick is wrecked,
Next time do what cats born in ’72 should do…and just stay off the internet..!/
vs MMx
…‘just get tested…’ Now that’s the message, ya giving kids asking…
Bout your pic…an STD ad…that’s simply missing the caption…!
Cause when ya spitting you’re lacking,…& so now we’ll start to clash…
by sparking facts, ya grill’d look better…well…if ya car had crashed…
Since scarred & bashed, at least you’d have a reason for asking for votes…
That look of sadness on your face comes from when the camera broke…
& the photographer died…outside…? Your time for fronting is up…
you’ve come out in the light, I mean what? Weren’t you ugly enough…?
Claim ya been coming with bluffs, holding shit back & posing as wack…
though let’s be real…you’re only posing as Jeff Goldblum on crack…!
You know it’s a wrap, when you sell coke in the burbs, honestly telling…
cats with a nose like THAT, ya not hooked on the product ya selling…
You’re slaughtered in seconds, net nerd, ya verse? don’t spar, delete it…
so you won’t have to explain why kids need, flow charts to read it…
There’s a difference between us, beyond your troubles with cameras…
see, I’m from New York, the Urban Jungle…ya from jungles in Africa…!
So you’ll get massacred, looking like Chris Kattan, after stage fright…
though the only time you’re acting Live is during Saturday Nights…
I’ll bash ya name right, out of lame cyphs, where ya known in the circle…
how can you say you ain’t sucking dicks, with lips swollen and purple…?
Since you’ve shown that it’s hurtful, how my jokes brand you a killer…
Of yaself…wanna commit suicide? Here…let me hand you the mirror…!
I’d understand if you’re ‘bitter,’ meanwhile you’re mocked on the basis…
of how looks CAN kill, so that’s why you were locked in the basement…
Where your content was made, shit, you’ve had all that time to fuss with…
punches you stacked for years, & that’s the best you could come up with…?
Shit all your luck is…how you’ve made it, when reaching for wins to…
show you’ve made one seed again, so god forgive us, the species continues…
Cause no preaching in venues, or churches will stop this crudest lie…
I mean, the kid’s thought of a real pic is Jeff Goldblum…as the Human Fly…!
So choose to die, try suicide, show how brutally hoes can get lost…
and no, I don’t mean the normal way you usually Blow your head off…
Now the dread of, being dubbed ‘freak’ has you shocked & beaten because…
kids can’t believe ya THAT ugly…I mean dip took his pic after seeing ya mug…
Thus competing is bugged, when considering you look like one, bitch…
though next life, you shouldn’t show up unless Sime picks out your pic…
"The Passion"
Written from the point of view that a Messiah would have...
Sin. Slay. Swift.
Schemes of a Sinner’s derision, leaves me within this position,
seeming to live in the system, free and yet wishing for wisdom/
See, since religion is fitting, deemed as a prison for knowledge,
both Heathens & Christians are risen, yet forbidden to flaunt it/
So considering topics, of prophets who serve, constantly heard,
and then dropped when observed, inaudibly mocking the Word/
Shows the plot is absurd, we vie for attention, dying to mention,
Divine intervention, then show death as the Sign of redemption/
When it’s pride the intention, that just simply cries for attention,
claiming the price for Ascension’s to buy the lies and invention/
And try for repentance when sentenced, to defeat from the start,
with a need to remark on reasons we’re marked as evil at heart/
Since a feeling that’s sparked from within, off an arduous whim,
evokes the truth about Martyrs & with them the darkest of sins/
That it’s hardest to win, considering we’re conditioned for loss,
since with Religion we’re lost in existence and missing its flaws/
As admitting its cause, comes from beyond the Pillars of Heaven,
leads Man’s belief that’s it’s a privilege to be Killed as a Legend/
If it’s been mentioned, as men, cuz we seem to search for a truth,
instead of a mixture of scripture that show His word as the proof/
Cause it's known from the clues, that the passionI've lived for is over,
in that I do my duty not for love, but from my respect as a soldier/