im a battler tho.

[Ghost1]

I move like....a savage mortal with a dagger holstered under a tattered cloak on the back of a capricorn screamin...SOMEBODY SOUND THE BATTLE HORNS. Thro ya body to a pack of rabid labradores. I Handle the sword like matadore. U dont want war with the hands of thor ill stick a fork in ur flacid corpse and piss on the floor then trash the morgue. FUCK IT. If i ever pass the torch ud be soaked in gas and scorch. Ill go back to before ya ass was born, grab the stork & snap his neck w a grapple torque . Nexts ya moms address. Step in the door like YOU PREGNANT WHORE then empty a mac 11 in her center mass an core...or.... i could show up at her lamaze training class an put that awful slag into a boston crab then angle fast to break her legs an back an laugh while she snaps in pain as ur baby brains r smashed. WHO WAN TANGO WITH THE FACE OF DEATH? U take a step i swear to god ill take whichever appendage u favor best. U wanna battle? Cut the camera on Im flattered in feather soft cashmere while im shmammered off a medoly of demerol & craft beer. Ull get battered till i knock the gravel out ur pedigree I NEVER LOST A SCRAP HERE. ill thro ya grandma in a hammer toss, put ya family all in jeopardy then send em off w papschmeres. Ill come in ur crib an demand the remote homie. Throw up my kicks an crash on ur couch boldly.Tell one of ur kids to hand me the phone only to grab ur bitch w my hand to her throat an have her suck my dick while i call in for stromboli. PAY HOMAGE stupid. U get bodied for talkin foolish. Im doin shots of embaulmin fluid watchin mr t box in that rocky movie. Swell ya face up like babalooey then tell u to shape up an hock a loogey. Leave u in worse shape then john belushi . NO1 GETS THRU THESE GATES WITHOUT ME MOVIN. We can battle anywhere an u get whipped good ...FARFEGNUGEN...i mean anywhere...ill hop in ur whip an battle u to the car tune dog....NO MARMADUKE SHIT. U nicer then me? Itll be hard to prove it...forrest gump? U gon be the first retard to do it? Not in my house. Ill leave ur limbs in a pale of charcoal an ur brains on italian marble. GET AT ME. U wanna do this? Lets get this clear ...i glide thru the nite like a ghoulish breath of fresh air....u try to fight me w hands in here? Ill toss a knife at the chandelier...an watch u get smashed w the glass like a jewish wedding affair. We can throw down in the square of metropolis. Ive bareknuckle boxed with the hands of apocalypse and channeled the monster of scotland that they say is the lochness. SO IF U FAAGGITS GOT BEAF THEN SPEAK OR STAY IN THE CLOSET.