Slit throats of foes
With slick flows, theyre frozen
Piss cold don't notice
Pistols that open
Ripped holes with golden
Lit scrolls from olden
His soul devoted
Don't kiss hoes, expose em
Chosen feel the wrath
You cant control him know his path
Is that of broken tend to bath
In blood poison liquor gats
Distopian diplomats
Can't hold him or know his past
She's ambrosian float like gnats
But let go and she goes splat
Lighter burn fire turns cold
Don't feel it
Plague psoriasis dryest skin old as high ceilings
Stomach kinda churns, stiff and stern, guy's fright instilling
Whenever he's making dealings with the filthy f*cking weaklings
Bee sting to die
Feasting on eyes
Bleed beating bellies
Creed feeds his allies
Steep screeds keep coming outta the garden of eden
Can't really get hurt if you never lower the defense
Can't really convert if youre never knowing the reasons
That people think the way they do and stay committing treasons
Knives dull as f*ck, kinda sucks
And he never really thrives for the sun
Only busks
In the darkness of the night and the crux
In a rut
And the sharpness of his eyes tend to warrant distrust but dont adjust em
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Slit throats of foes
With slick flows, theyre frozen
Piss cold don't notice
Pistols that open
Ripped holes with golden
Lit scrolls from olden
His soul devoted
Don't kiss hoes, expose em
Chosen feel the wrath
You cant control him know his path
Is that of broken tend to bath
In blood poison liquor gats
Distopian diplomats
Can't hold him or know his past
She's ambrosian float like gnats
But let go and she goes splat
Lighter burn fire turns cold
Don't feel it
Plague psoriasis dryest skin old as high ceilings
Stomach kinda churns, stiff and stern, guy's fright instilling
Whenever he's making dealings with the filthy f*cking weaklings
Bee sting to die
Feasting on eyes
Bleed beating bellies
Creed feeds his allies
Steep screeds keep coming outta the garden of eden
Can't really get hurt if you never lower the defense
Can't really convert if youre never knowing the reasons
That people think the way they do and stay committing treasons
Knives dull as f*ck, kinda sucks
And he never really thrives for the sun
Only busks
In the darkness of the night and the crux
In a rut
And the sharpness of his eyes tend to warrant distrust but dont adjust em
With slick flows, theyre frozen
Piss cold don't notice
Pistols that open
Ripped holes with golden
Lit scrolls from olden
His soul devoted
Don't kiss hoes, expose em
Chosen feel the wrath
You cant control him know his path
Is that of broken tend to bath
In blood poison liquor gats
Distopian diplomats
Can't hold him or know his past
She's ambrosian float like gnats
But let go and she goes splat
Lighter burn fire turns cold
Don't feel it
Plague psoriasis dryest skin old as high ceilings
Stomach kinda churns, stiff and stern, guy's fright instilling
Whenever he's making dealings with the filthy f*cking weaklings
Bee sting to die
Feasting on eyes
Bleed beating bellies
Creed feeds his allies
Steep screeds keep coming outta the garden of eden
Can't really get hurt if you never lower the defense
Can't really convert if youre never knowing the reasons
That people think the way they do and stay committing treasons
Knives dull as f*ck, kinda sucks
And he never really thrives for the sun
Only busks
In the darkness of the night and the crux
In a rut
And the sharpness of his eyes tend to warrant distrust but dont adjust em
Writer: Christopher Ford
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