Dear Maker, I've Met My Demise...Exis&Vulg

Exis · 08-29-2013, 11:01 PM

Her hands are tied, literally...
as he stands aside, watchin' as terror takes over...
what a pleasurable moment...
in "I couldn't care less, I lead a hampered life...
where the very essence is potent...
and beneath the pretendin' I'm only...
what's irrelevant, lonely...
the low standards type"
a no chance in hell kind of nigga when they've failed to plan it right...
he doesn't know where he's headed but he's livin' for prison...
and his poor frantic wife is just an innocent victim...
while he's thinkin' indifferent...
he aims to seek out precision...
grabs a knife, stabs her twice...
then disfigures her figure as he figures he's finished...
"Yo who gives a shit if she's intact upon findin' her...
this is a massive crime...Wow, Imagine the time I'll serve"
what he did is envisioned, forever there to revisit...
and with that his whole minds a blur, head's spinnin'...
he's trippin'...
really fuckin' wishin' he isn't is the immediate feelin'...
it's finally hit him, he's got it...
he's now like seriously wanted...
he turns and peers at her body, then what is obviously clear...
has him removin' the evidence like "I can't be possibly here...
but I was, prayed I wasn't...
yet my fuckin' name's on a warrant...
so even if God did appear there's no erasin' this problem".

Her mind's a blur, literally...
He tries to find the worst simile to describe the cursed memory
of the night he tried to hurt Brittany, or Aliza, Tiffany...
He's a jeepers creepers perversion who immerses in brawls
if girls hang up, they get banged up & hung for not returnin' his calls
she can twerk in the Pontiac as we cruise through this urbanist sprawl
when he sees hipster jeans he HURLS at those copycats
he'll say "I'm your worst nightmare, in a world of insomniacs"
Abusive husband, a predator... whose life's a just cause
so either throw in the towel, or kindly use it to wipe the blood off...
love lust gone. Jaw swollen and shattered, oh lawd, all broken and battered
'I only pick on people smaller than me as payback for Gulliver's Travels'
The judge is holding the gavel... but he's not the type to listen to advice
cause God knows, though he's in for a long tow...
A life sentence won't suffice.

08-29-2013, 11:01 PM	#1
Exis ............ Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 3,934 Battle Record: 3-3 Rep Power: 0	Dear Maker, I've Met My Demise...Exis&Vulg Her hands are tied, literally... as he stands aside, watchin' as terror takes over... what a pleasurable moment... in "I couldn't care less, I lead a hampered life... where the very essence is potent... and beneath the pretendin' I'm only... what's irrelevant, lonely... the low standards type" a no chance in hell kind of nigga when they've failed to plan it right... he doesn't know where he's headed but he's livin' for prison... and his poor frantic wife is just an innocent victim... while he's thinkin' indifferent... he aims to seek out precision... grabs a knife, stabs her twice... then disfigures her figure as he figures he's finished... "Yo who gives a shit if she's intact upon findin' her... this is a massive crime...Wow, Imagine the time I'll serve" what he did is envisioned, forever there to revisit... and with that his whole minds a blur, head's spinnin'... he's trippin'... really fuckin' wishin' he isn't is the immediate feelin'... it's finally hit him, he's got it... he's now like seriously wanted... he turns and peers at her body, then what is obviously clear... has him removin' the evidence like "I can't be possibly here... but I was, prayed I wasn't... yet my fuckin' name's on a warrant... so even if God did appear there's no erasin' this problem". Her mind's a blur, literally... He tries to find the worst simile to describe the cursed memory of the night he tried to hurt Brittany, or Aliza, Tiffany... He's a jeepers creepers perversion who immerses in brawls if girls hang up, they get banged up & hung for not returnin' his calls she can twerk in the Pontiac as we cruise through this urbanist sprawl when he sees hipster jeans he HURLS at those copycats he'll say "I'm your worst nightmare, in a world of insomniacs" Abusive husband, a predator... whose life's a just cause so either throw in the towel, or kindly use it to wipe the blood off... love lust gone. Jaw swollen and shattered, oh lawd, all broken and battered 'I only pick on people smaller than me as payback for Gulliver's Travels' The judge is holding the gavel... but he's not the type to listen to advice cause God knows, though he's in for a long tow... A life sentence won't suffice.