advantage shark again

[big baby]

Boxer. Introducing cadavers as soon-to-be phantoms. What I do as a master; astonishes Buddhists’ in practice. Doctors misconstrue my kung-fu as substitutes for miraculous. Hand-wraps abstract sewn/fused in my hands’ grip. Babaloo motherfucker’s I got my mission embargoed kidnapping Ricky Ricardo. Fuck a cuban militant. Raided through with missile tips; an assassin. Raking their souls sewage &’ molecules into rapture. I foster, enough brute force when I chop? I grab em & whisper *hadouken* to pay Ryu his props. The pugilist factor; with a supernatural posture. Oozing aloofness. drunken master spitting flames off a bourbon commander, shit that Jackie Chan couldn’t tango or dancer. I’ll go to a louisville sluggin’ match with an aluminum bat, bet you didn’t have a clue what I’d do to you after; hang you from a neutral position while I google how to waterboard.

In toronto. A raptor. Snorting metamucil extractions, now I’m so bent outta’ shape I don’t even resemble a human. I’m supposed to just spook you, scare you, interrupt my burps within laughter. Give you a Tony Soprano pause, then continue to stir my soup with my crackers. Have you amused at the staff, stopping the live music band at the rafters to ask Mr. Ruthless Gestapo if he wants a big bootyful lap-dance. My muse is a fat-assed beautiful Afghan, with jewels in her forehead, acting like a hindu. She’s arab. It’s stupid, her ass-fat. Astounded, in awe. SO STUPID, HER ass-fat, claps-back at me after a round of applause. meant round as in sex. think of rhyme schemes while her thighs creep during my syllable sorcery. Fucking to a tempo, slow, dismal. Got diagnosed with silicone poisoning. lost cell-phone signal in between the ripples of this yellow-bones’ jiggles. Greeting me with a ‘hello, hov, I’m here to pleasure your centerfold with a voluptuous sexy pose followed by sensuous se-” I said, just get it hoe. beebz'll dispose a punch, exposed to gusts of wind, and its still a mile a second, and was STILL able to split your sides into 5 hundred ribs when I leg kicked. I'm a highly gifted airbender, with a flare for science aesthetics. I don’t care gender. Apply anesthetics or prepare with dire protection. It’s the heir, proprietor head-king; defying kinetics with no houseable methods, when my entire appendage wraps around’ your defenses. Anaconda master/proctor. It’s Jafar & Aladdin and you’re asking to get some. You’re the mouse that gets crushed in my tarantulan kingdom. IM A GARGANTUAN. & What I’m trying to say is a oddly satiric. I won’t just kill you, I’ll uppercut your fucking ghost to disembody your spirits. Monster turned titan, on a chloroform diet. I get horny when engrossed to more violence, it's simply a taste. slowly growing bauxite horns, watching videotapes of the Baltimore Riots. FUCK A SOPHOMORE FIGHT, I want a car to go flying. I want my claws to grow nine-inch. Saliva’s scorched. My spit? You need a hydrant source to sly away the lye my jaws’ drying. Jump on a armored door, -driving. Pry it off. Violent. Then watch as Little Timmy’s eyes are all crying. Cause his dads getting split and sliced by THIS FUCKING MISTER MITER SAW GIANT. DON'T WORRY MY DEAR, IM SORT OF ENDEARING; I'll still make love to you while you're terrified, wobbling, weary. Lochness in a steel cage, I feel strange. I feel painful. I hock spit, venom at these weird angles, it's unsteady. Like sometimes at 90 degrees, sometimes at 120. Fuck facing dilemmas, I got a case of pneumonia. Saliva tastes like a cobra. Laced with a type-6 Aniline and Ammonia. Pantomime when I’m sober, and fuck acting nice; I’m a robot. Fantasize about murder, tantalizing scrupulous thug, vigilante; usurper. coked up - with soaked up bunny suits full of blood.

damn it her ass fat

[Ghost1]

Too crazy. It's just too good. I can't even brag like this without rhymes lol. Props.

[Zen]

Dayum.

[NYCSPITZ]

lol makes no sense. just 2nd line in you use embargoed wrong and i stopped...ur not intelligent