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The Dominican Prince
Join Date: Aug 2013
Posts: 264
Battle Record: 1-3
Rep Power: 477 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]() Burn me Alive
Posing as an imposter, Altering permanent mannerisms and mixed posture/ I rose to grandiose fame a flying saucer, In the underworld canvass of colliding mobsters/ With matriculate dames and narcotics fueling my insidious name/ Until my status lift to a hydraulics gaze, I marched brolic with a quiverless rein/ My origin was wiped clean by the authorities that were over seeing All shady agents who a sang amazing grace if my cover came stampeding/ My intense training academy, sealed off keeping moles for straddling me/ An extreme athlete, Baiting the bulls horn like a matador hosting a Calvary/ Vocal coached the accent, my Italian pantomimes were immaculate/ All heathens exorcised in action flicks, bathe in Sinai swallowing the apple's stem/ carving their coronary arteries, my blade work was artistry/ I graze preps horribly, With scarlet stabbing objects perspiring lava beads/ Close their coffins, Restless souls disrupt the earth like erosion coughing/ And their body moldings forfeit, Substances for my hands to rinse under cold water faucets/ My glock is global warming with heated shots that hoist a walrus/ You’ll be eaten like roasted swordfish, Or drowning divers splashing in open water/ My Arsenal is opulent, With particles of toxicness causing gray shaded flesh/ And as my accomplices, A Xerox a copy of oxygen for suffocation occupants negated breathes/ My body is astonishing, The ink display turns into army fatigues and hieroglyphics/ Watching me fight at a sonic speed, Displays a collage of green berets firing missiles/ No damage inflicted, my stamina in trenches is titanium tinted/ My hands are like syphilis, fedora keeps my cranium, visage From miscellaneous henchmen/ Die violently, slugs collide turning guys into a side of beef/ After tasting the five finger rings, We douse his eyes with vinegar and Vaseline/ Kerosene soaked his clothes, in cement blocks his toes were cloaked/ Fisticuffs the blows were stone, in anemic drops his blood it flows/ Toss a match as his body regurgitates his carcass to ashes/ The cause and effect, an undercover insurgent soul lost in the madness ![]() |
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