Rawn MacDon

How you goin to swim w the big fish when ya aint harmin guppies
A poet, a no name, the rapine, EndSane in King Narman's company
ATR's coming, sharks for the chuming, circling, starved and hungry
getting more rugged then carpet coverings, your hearts are nothing
truthfully, your crew is toluene, gassed and green as goose beans
this new breed is so very cautious and wary, Ingall's on the prairie
who will fall or get burried for daring to even brawl against Ares
Your obnoxious - only poppin amyl nitrate and paedestry cherries
You think you can contest big guns, with those derringer triggers
Stick ya neck out once and my klippel-feil like a harbinger's whisper
whom carries a hitlist, to apoplexi's like Natural's character witness
Code behaves like he got seroquil sickness, with hysterical bitch fits
his turgid weapons buisness aspiring spirochetes and slip discs
So when challenge week's missives, went unseen and not written
A submissive Sane assumed the position, decreeing his vision
forcing his appretence, Profet, to D- Creed, with cordial derision
Profet negated, Kwikwitit obliged serious enough Muff still aint arrive
After, Keith retreated from capture, he'd bleed out a battered tzar
a scarecrow Pharoah who lacks the heart for his alabaster jar