Week 1 - Rawn MD vs. Zenland - RAWN MD WINS 6-4

Rawn MD · 09-27-2013, 08:48 AM

He wore a new outfit for each grind he picked
His facade was thick, almost as much as the lies hed spin
Each personality entrenched in his skin n pores
Like hed sweat his spittum n his heart pumped flem w force
His lub dub was the bump n run then dump the guns
Powered by a lust for funds he would dust anyone just for fun
A master of disguise, with a weapon wrapped up inside
Couldnt spot him in crowds, muchless whats attached to the thigh
He was a lizard wizard, with a slick talkin reptilian tounge
Cold hearted and gaurded, with congealed blood fillin the hunt
Never giving away to much, marks barely caught his name
His ploy was already over and done, as theyd reconstruct his face
But he was to cunning, just a true nothing from nowhere
With a cold stare that was as easily forgotton as the color of his own hair
There was no pinning him down, moving from cities to towns
Skimming the grounds for a the new lick to be found worth his clout
He was astute and a brute if it was required or desired
And such a wonderful liar that his pants were repellent to fires
Playing the long game and short that dont end up in court
His intentions were to find a juke n befriend them w no apprehension
Rob them beyond mention for their identity and credit
Move on and forget it, and never think of regretting it n leave no evidence
Having the feeling of a chameleon his love was stealin
And possesed brillance that rivaled the diamonds that hed been concealin
Hiding in ceilings was something he wouldnt dream of
Hed clean up or go unshaven for three months for whatever the need was
He kept things nondiscript when he dropped his pitch
Pyramid schemes or clearin his cream was done perfect from props to script
His job was this, until later when he began to date her
She opened his eyes on moments to savor over toast n morning papers
He caught vapors, and right as he went to speak on his past
There was a knock on the glass, the got his heart beating fast
He recognized the face, kept cool and with a parched mouth calmly asked...
'Whos that'... her reply cut him in half... 'only my dad'

09-27-2013, 08:48 AM	#3
Rawn MD Get MacDon Join Date: Dec 1969 Posts: 2,168 Battle Record: 3-7 Accomplishments - OM HOF Rep Power: 0	He wore a new outfit for each grind he picked His facade was thick, almost as much as the lies hed spin Each personality entrenched in his skin n pores Like hed sweat his spittum n his heart pumped flem w force His lub dub was the bump n run then dump the guns Powered by a lust for funds he would dust anyone just for fun A master of disguise, with a weapon wrapped up inside Couldnt spot him in crowds, muchless whats attached to the thigh He was a lizard wizard, with a slick talkin reptilian tounge Cold hearted and gaurded, with congealed blood fillin the hunt Never giving away to much, marks barely caught his name His ploy was already over and done, as theyd reconstruct his face But he was to cunning, just a true nothing from nowhere With a cold stare that was as easily forgotton as the color of his own hair There was no pinning him down, moving from cities to towns Skimming the grounds for a the new lick to be found worth his clout He was astute and a brute if it was required or desired And such a wonderful liar that his pants were repellent to fires Playing the long game and short that dont end up in court His intentions were to find a juke n befriend them w no apprehension Rob them beyond mention for their identity and credit Move on and forget it, and never think of regretting it n leave no evidence Having the feeling of a chameleon his love was stealin And possesed brillance that rivaled the diamonds that hed been concealin Hiding in ceilings was something he wouldnt dream of Hed clean up or go unshaven for three months for whatever the need was He kept things nondiscript when he dropped his pitch Pyramid schemes or clearin his cream was done perfect from props to script His job was this, until later when he began to date her She opened his eyes on moments to savor over toast n morning papers He caught vapors, and right as he went to speak on his past There was a knock on the glass, the got his heart beating fast He recognized the face, kept cool and with a parched mouth calmly asked... 'Whos that'... her reply cut him in half... 'only my dad' __________________ FFC>FCC A. bove T. he R. est Last edited by Rawn MD; 09-27-2013 at 01:58 PM.