12-02-2013, 06:55 PM | #1 |
Saul Paul
Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: remote location with a remote weapon station
Posts: 6,397
Battle Record: 16-26
Rep Power: 1663348 |
Cypher Monday
it don't even matter, you couldn't relate to what I fathom
you don't even matter, just a waste of space, particles, and atoms catch a slug in yah bladder while yah man plays camel bak I'm an infinite season of when animals attack I'll fuck yah hoe bare back after I scrape the enamel off her back for the fluck of it, slice you with a random axe I'm a yeti yappin when I'm steady rappin Charles Bronson when them bars poppin, known for deadly action put my hand on the bible and tell a lie quicker than hell somebody que rawn, I won't turn islam if I sit in a cell I fucked your bitch, I KISS AND I TELL!! keep it going
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KNOW YOUR MAKER BEFORE YOU'RE MADE TO I know the ledge, his sister's a jumpoff |
12-02-2013, 07:10 PM | #2 |
nok Su kow
Join Date: Jan 2013
Posts: 4,507
Battle Record: 1-1
Rep Power: 51788019 |
Keep it going? I need the poison. Your knee is showing as I eat the bone, complete, unbroken. I speak to no one's who sleep in oceans. Demon's rolling in plankton blankets. I'm stationed, slanging cankle anklets, 'bating to anal raping. An agent, arranging azn angels that range in ancient races. Ways is wasted. Hung like a toothpick. Numb to you cupid-stupid heads. I. Can't. Seem. To. Mute. The. Dead.
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12-02-2013, 07:20 PM | #3 |
Saul Paul
Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: remote location with a remote weapon station
Posts: 6,397
Battle Record: 16-26
Rep Power: 1663348 |
a gun and a tulip, the beginning of your end,
from the burst the of the bullet till the flower was placed on your lid in a class by myself, and I don't play with you kids I'm suttin like a special type of muthafuckin minus drool and the helmet switched out the flash hider for the Russian compensator so we can go hand to hand or the silencer's picking out you hot potatoes I've gone without water, even gone with out food but I've been gone before all of those above were depleted when it came to my mood I'm brash with a split second fuse, deadly enough to shank a fat man with a tack ya'll tryna be Rich in rap, I'm tryna be the Rich in rap, Alpo's the old alias but I don't snitch and rat
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