Cypher City, Come Siphon With Me..Get Gassed

Mr. J · 04-04-2015, 11:13 AM

I've tackled Gods, and brought the Minotaur to its knees
shot a Pegasus, took out the high horse forged it in defeat..
carry trinkets from an age sponsored by old wives tales
of course I'm a beast, I banished Titans til the white flags sail..
a Behemoth, when I sneeze I use their surrender as a kleenex
I fiend text, live, breathe & eat text, others just seem stressed
I've seen less come from a newcomer, the news runner..
Peter Parker the way I keep a marker, snap shots at you suckers
I swear they don't see the damage I do, must be a blues brother
I told em' "BITCH I'M RAW" in that case I don't even use rubbers
snatch the serpentine spit, then I flex the way that Hercules did..
get wrapped in these pythons that Hulkamania perfectly ripped
Mr Perfect, I'll die with the fo' fo' like my names Curt Hennig
I shit out compliments, piss on haters & burp blessings
watch me blow up Ms Monroe, leaving you skirts venting..
it's all part of the process, between the mediocre nonsense
people calling consistency 'progress' it's no longer a concept
grip a pen til' my palms sweat...sitting comfortably next to an arm rest
tell you your future is a bloody one..asphyxiation leaves my palms red..

04-04-2015, 11:13 AM	#1
Mr. J The Clown Prince Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 5,046 Battle Record: 35-45 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 59349682	Cypher City, Come Siphon With Me..Get Gassed I've tackled Gods, and brought the Minotaur to its knees shot a Pegasus, took out the high horse forged it in defeat.. carry trinkets from an age sponsored by old wives tales of course I'm a beast, I banished Titans til the white flags sail.. a Behemoth, when I sneeze I use their surrender as a kleenex I fiend text, live, breathe & eat text, others just seem stressed I've seen less come from a newcomer, the news runner.. Peter Parker the way I keep a marker, snap shots at you suckers I swear they don't see the damage I do, must be a blues brother I told em' "BITCH I'M RAW" in that case I don't even use rubbers snatch the serpentine spit, then I flex the way that Hercules did.. get wrapped in these pythons that Hulkamania perfectly ripped Mr Perfect, I'll die with the fo' fo' like my names Curt Hennig I shit out compliments, piss on haters & burp blessings watch me blow up Ms Monroe, leaving you skirts venting.. it's all part of the process, between the mediocre nonsense people calling consistency 'progress' it's no longer a concept grip a pen til' my palms sweat...sitting comfortably next to an arm rest tell you your future is a bloody one..asphyxiation leaves my palms red.. __________________ .....laugh....and the world laughs with you Last edited by Mr. J; 04-04-2015 at 11:20 AM.