snf verse for pent in ba

Geno · 09-14-2013, 11:00 PM

Lord of swag n flow, sword of dragon bones pulled from portals -blackish holes
Back of stones, used to lift this massive pole, that would cause a collapse of the average joe
I'm black sabbath fagot, all humor is dead, it bled, then i smoked hookahs with death
Made of humans & flesh, and sexed on the same beautiful threads, where lord lucifer slept
Intense when ur demons a freak -we frolick, after we've both eaten from the trees of knowledge
when I sneeze the pollen, demonic breezes concieve where my seeds were plotted, breath in silence
A brand new disease to polish -it chokes your life, skates through hearts -put ur soul on ice
A poltergeist, swagger and flow this nice can only be mine, divine, unless your totally blind
Open ur eyes, focus or die, or clothe in fucking cloaks nd disguise, cuz genocides cobras can fly
Its like the fuckin vulcans arrived, with spock and his goons, knocking the boots -and its not an illusion
Stop the confusion, Ill put the optical truth on my swastika roots, to prove youre not this abusive
I'm the conclusion when bad met evil and rhymed, your a feeble design, of ancient people that died
Keep it in mind, its suicide when you weak in the spine, to think you would compete with my climb
Your fecal inside -while I harvest the darkest intent, cause and effect, pent -this is off with your head

09-14-2013, 11:00 PM	#1
Geno White Earl Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Philly Cat. Posts: 12,354 Battle Record: 10-15 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF (4x) Champed - Netcees Writers League - Write Week I - Write Week 8 Rep Power: 50036761	snf verse for pent in ba Lord of swag n flow, sword of dragon bones pulled from portals -blackish holes Back of stones, used to lift this massive pole, that would cause a collapse of the average joe I'm black sabbath fagot, all humor is dead, it bled, then i smoked hookahs with death Made of humans & flesh, and sexed on the same beautiful threads, where lord lucifer slept Intense when ur demons a freak -we frolick, after we've both eaten from the trees of knowledge when I sneeze the pollen, demonic breezes concieve where my seeds were plotted, breath in silence A brand new disease to polish -it chokes your life, skates through hearts -put ur soul on ice A poltergeist, swagger and flow this nice can only be mine, divine, unless your totally blind Open ur eyes, focus or die, or clothe in fucking cloaks nd disguise, cuz genocides cobras can fly Its like the fuckin vulcans arrived, with spock and his goons, knocking the boots -and its not an illusion Stop the confusion, Ill put the optical truth on my swastika roots, to prove youre not this abusive I'm the conclusion when bad met evil and rhymed, your a feeble design, of ancient people that died Keep it in mind, its suicide when you weak in the spine, to think you would compete with my climb Your fecal inside -while I harvest the darkest intent, cause and effect, pent -this is off with your head __________________ *-A.bove T.he R.est* Last edited by Geno; 09-15-2013 at 01:44 AM.