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Old 04-09-2019, 07:29 PM   #4
Sharp
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Location: PA
Posts: 11,592
Battle Record: 56-21

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I straight grip the matics with shape shifting addicts; your number's up like tax abatements
Rapping gay shit, my writing's insane so the gun'll give you a the-matic statement
Derranged hits from estranged kids' Playstations; My gun licking some revelations
I'll send you to Hell; you can 'spit fire' after tongue-kissing with Satan
I inhale Thanos' chain-smoke with my enemies, Pol Pot; violence is a friend to me
Good's what you pretend to be; punches have more 'Miss-Directions' than your cross-dressing tendencies
Don't think twice, second-guessing, the blade's selfish but the shotty got nice
Jonestown, low-brow; you'll get the 'kool-aid' when I help put your body on ice
Gabriel's agent; I'm basically Asian. Flames when type like candelabras
Stuck in lava, demon hunter, watch me 'Kill a Bloodsucker' like 'Hunting Chupacabras'
Sharp's cool like ice picks; no need to fight since the matic and uzi my devices
You can't match me so it's clear 'Blue isn't Sharp' like identity crisis
My tunic horse-hair, visions of explored stares and the arcangel sword's glare
My guns are more fair; in the trenches, the 'banana hit you' like jungle warfare
I'm the strongest, you've been out-forced; I'm a call center, you've been out-sourced
Fiery death to you and yours, the matic'll split a couple like divorce
Spider Man, Pizza time; God's judgement inclines the way I fell rhymes
John 6:69, powers divine to bring justice to 'Blue da Bad-die' like Eiffel 65
I'm Gabriel's agent, practically Asian; matic in the grip and bodies in the basement
Geneticist Haitian; he'll get complacent then 'Blue Jeans' get torn like a fashion statement
My uzi heaven-sent, sprays revenant. I'm on a sick path
suck my sick shaft; you'll get 'Six in your stomach' like a Six-pack
I've got a lot of matics. Shooting, getting tragic
Killing you is what I do, spastic; when I see you its auto-matic
I'm a metaphysicist mega fistin' Presidents, a resident of the Oval Orifice
Blue's a relic, I'm 'battling the long in the tooth' like 'bashing Walruses'
An arcane magician, I spark lames from living; the matic tired like sick kids
The blade starts liking like self-cleaning kittens; blood pours like ink from everything I've written
I'm a beast with the uzi, pray; Dog with the sprinkler the way I lick sprays
Shoot, every bullet strays; Change over to my knife, call it a 'Switch'-blade
Blade the hardest, I'm a hazmat spartan, paranomal fade to shades of scarlet
Sword target cathartic; 'Stabs of Blue' make me look like an 'abstract artist'

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