dull boy is more prouderer of this

[Ghost1]

yo my battle clout is tantamount to a cancer diagnosis im perched in handstand set to mount crouched with the fans of iron lotus I move like a bullet train my goons got the wookie brain semi auto spray set the tune to the boogie dance im totaled on a full tank of adrenochrome spiraling into a k hole wondering is jesus home I keep a small hammer like im carving chess pieces out of some sandalwood steel on me like a pawg slammer the pound speakin loud as an animal yo Ill fuckin hit ur shitzu w some jujitsu fr im talkin bout blitzin that little shit w legit moves mojin bu w pistols wrapped in ginsu knife utensils no chance in life he'll dance thru knife inflicted rib wounds toss a Molotov into my fireplace im dramatically extravagant toss thanos into shackles while im asking peter panning where his shadow went cuttin rails out but where did the man in the mirror go? beard of a hero 10 pints deep getting weird in the beer hole ask me if im bout to be steerin a vehicle I put the steel to ya ear hole and blow ya brains have u swear its a miracle I don't like questions or any kind of verbal type suggestion matter fact don't send any words to my direction im in the whip w the pistol near me take u on a trip past the strip to a field w a little clearing show u the burner an ask if u think its scary then laugh while I let it clap an kick at the back of ya head like an insiguri