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Fresh Shit Talk
I wanna grab all those Congress cats,
Pack dishonest asshats into caskets and freeze em.
Put taps in their backs.
40 ounces to bleed em.
A Sublime Vampire I find I understand liars at their zenith.
When most tired I get wired and bent with this.
Independence.
Triumph from self-reliance.
From jump I live in defiance!
I was knocked out before my first zits pocked out.
Didn’t have a father or step-pop.
Just a drunken sadist who made his hatelist into moral basis.
I had to learn to oral outrate the fits.
I was burned by 8, learned to relate and escape behind a stone face.
Mangled emotions, crammed in and choked on.
Strangled at age 6, I wrote the manuscript on handling shit.
With brutes I jive, let’s shoot the five boots up high
5’8 and quick so I can reach your chin with a kick.
Breach your guard and teach you hard.
Gravity is in each part!
Fuck a fistful of keys, bottles or chipped rings.
What my fingers bring is fish-hooks to sink into your eyes.
Yank you to the floor by the monofilament cord.
On your will by my accord!
Kill this some more?
Send another squad through the door to me.
Meet em with a match and a can of WD40.
Hey calm on, it sticks like napalm!
WD is Water Displacement
So its chosen placement is
To spread ire like Greek fire.
Shrieks get me higher.
From sheikhs and fascists I learned discrete tactics.
But from police and presidents I learned how to fleece the sediment.
I mean each sentiment.
Getting past the crust.
That’s my forward gush, Warlord rush.
I won’t rest ‘til I can take your breath
Like Buffy Season 4, episode 10, HUSH!
Yeah I’m still the Geek Pyre unashamed to speak as I desire!
And in cause you caught that allusion
Tossed into the feeding frenzy
Caught some Joss Whedon envy
And thought I should’ve said “Silenced your words”” stead
of ‘Take your breath.” ?
I’ve got a flick back for your shit-track heckler!
Check this jest, cur!
I meant what I spit.
I said take your breath-
Because I don’t believe in censorship.
But I’ll crush your chest in quick.
Drop a hornet’s nest in the cave-in.
Watch you hold your breath to keep living!
Fuck having petit mort.
I need more.
This is the big release.
Drowning you in a bucket of pig grease.
Naked and uncreated when I slay this.
I address the nudist Buddhist who grooves quick.
And the prudest Judas who says
“Screw this status quo trick!”
Proved the crudest truths, blue flow to rouleau.
What I do grows in variance.
Like feeding crows carrion.
I’m not a harbinger of the obscene.
I’m the scavenger who comes to clean.
All the static in every attic collects thus
And I set it up at the nexus!
Shower the rabble like the Tower of Babel.
But I’m not after the power of the gavel.
I’m down to dirt, coming round
To beat those berserks ‘til they devour gravel!
Up shit creek, using your corpse as a paddle!
For all Warlords who want to battle?
Attacking the first time feeds my backrhyme.
Slack and shine is a magic sort of back and forth.
A sleeper mission, I can keep hidden
And creep your whole division
Before releasing deeper assault verses.
Default your purpose.
Weeping widows get nervous when I reap hearses!
It’s early Zombie Defense.
Even at the pearly fence I’m watching the curtains.
Surly to bomb every sense.
Whirling dervish to stomp every sentence!
Pack dishonest asshats into caskets and freeze em.
Put taps in their backs.
40 ounces to bleed em.
A Sublime Vampire I find I understand liars at their zenith.
When most tired I get wired and bent with this.
Independence.
Triumph from self-reliance.
From jump I live in defiance!
I was knocked out before my first zits pocked out.
Didn’t have a father or step-pop.
Just a drunken sadist who made his hatelist into moral basis.
I had to learn to oral outrate the fits.
I was burned by 8, learned to relate and escape behind a stone face.
Mangled emotions, crammed in and choked on.
Strangled at age 6, I wrote the manuscript on handling shit.
With brutes I jive, let’s shoot the five boots up high
5’8 and quick so I can reach your chin with a kick.
Breach your guard and teach you hard.
Gravity is in each part!
Fuck a fistful of keys, bottles or chipped rings.
What my fingers bring is fish-hooks to sink into your eyes.
Yank you to the floor by the monofilament cord.
On your will by my accord!
Kill this some more?
Send another squad through the door to me.
Meet em with a match and a can of WD40.
Hey calm on, it sticks like napalm!
WD is Water Displacement
So its chosen placement is
To spread ire like Greek fire.
Shrieks get me higher.
From sheikhs and fascists I learned discrete tactics.
But from police and presidents I learned how to fleece the sediment.
I mean each sentiment.
Getting past the crust.
That’s my forward gush, Warlord rush.
I won’t rest ‘til I can take your breath
Like Buffy Season 4, episode 10, HUSH!
Yeah I’m still the Geek Pyre unashamed to speak as I desire!
And in cause you caught that allusion
Tossed into the feeding frenzy
Caught some Joss Whedon envy
And thought I should’ve said “Silenced your words”” stead
of ‘Take your breath.” ?
I’ve got a flick back for your shit-track heckler!
Check this jest, cur!
I meant what I spit.
I said take your breath-
Because I don’t believe in censorship.
But I’ll crush your chest in quick.
Drop a hornet’s nest in the cave-in.
Watch you hold your breath to keep living!
Fuck having petit mort.
I need more.
This is the big release.
Drowning you in a bucket of pig grease.
Naked and uncreated when I slay this.
I address the nudist Buddhist who grooves quick.
And the prudest Judas who says
“Screw this status quo trick!”
Proved the crudest truths, blue flow to rouleau.
What I do grows in variance.
Like feeding crows carrion.
I’m not a harbinger of the obscene.
I’m the scavenger who comes to clean.
All the static in every attic collects thus
And I set it up at the nexus!
Shower the rabble like the Tower of Babel.
But I’m not after the power of the gavel.
I’m down to dirt, coming round
To beat those berserks ‘til they devour gravel!
Up shit creek, using your corpse as a paddle!
For all Warlords who want to battle?
Attacking the first time feeds my backrhyme.
Slack and shine is a magic sort of back and forth.
A sleeper mission, I can keep hidden
And creep your whole division
Before releasing deeper assault verses.
Default your purpose.
Weeping widows get nervous when I reap hearses!
It’s early Zombie Defense.
Even at the pearly fence I’m watching the curtains.
Surly to bomb every sense.
Whirling dervish to stomp every sentence!
Published 11th Jan 2014
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was burned by 8, learned to relate and escape behind a stone face.
tempo picked up right there......
Fresh as fuck.....
good to see you loki.......
tempo picked up right there......
Fresh as fuck.....
good to see you loki.......
25th Jan 2014 6:12am
It's all go-juice when the THC gets through. Thanks for listening homie!
11th Jan 2014 8:46pm
25th Jan 2014 6:12am
12th Jan 2014 10:22am
this was Outstanding!!
fav lines:
"Breach your guard and teach you hard.
Gravity is in each part!"
and this:
"To spread ire like Greek fire.
Shrieks get me higher" that line is badazz lol
and this;
Naked and uncreated when I slay this.
I address the nudist Buddhist who grooves quick.
And the prudest Judas who says
“Screw this status quo trick!”
Proved the crudest truths, blue flow to rouleau.
What I do grows in variance.
Like feeding crows carrion.
I’m not a harbinger of the obscene.
I’m the scavenger who comes to clean.
All the static in every attic collects thus
And I set it up at the nexus! " hard hitting lines...i will stop there so many great lines i could quote the whole thing...enjoyed as always!!!!
fav lines:
"Breach your guard and teach you hard.
Gravity is in each part!"
and this:
"To spread ire like Greek fire.
Shrieks get me higher" that line is badazz lol
and this;
Naked and uncreated when I slay this.
I address the nudist Buddhist who grooves quick.
And the prudest Judas who says
“Screw this status quo trick!”
Proved the crudest truths, blue flow to rouleau.
What I do grows in variance.
Like feeding crows carrion.
I’m not a harbinger of the obscene.
I’m the scavenger who comes to clean.
All the static in every attic collects thus
And I set it up at the nexus! " hard hitting lines...i will stop there so many great lines i could quote the whole thing...enjoyed as always!!!!
25th Jan 2014 6:13am
The very thought that anything would be quoted is the highest praise. The work is seeds and crops for others to cultivate. Please, take whatever relates.