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Chops are sweet, but that's not chocolate stuck to your feet
Ignorant child! Don’t make me go belligerent and wild
Just for shits and giggles and tits that jiggle!
I won’t fight this, won’t front, it’s not righteous
But indignant and riled an impish figment FINDS ME and deviles!
Enough friendships with hazy sought, maybe-not entities
Lent to me to rend blitzing bliss must’ve meant eventually
There’d be vengeance split. Hence enmity bits as well I see
Extend their shit to me. Well that sucks!
Oh Hell. Fuck! Batman had Mister Mxyzptlk to resist and give him fits!
I’m no flat-scan but at least I’m non-fiction with a unique position…
Pig swill to big skill building condition. Freeing what’s in store is natural to being poor.
Tactical when still applied in EVERY development out the door. Exponential growth, what for?
So no Dark Knight, but no gimp, I spark fights and
To set balance right I am prey to the delight of imps
Everyday they worm their way in. Sending pops to this thought provoker!
Oh, and if you caught that I was off? And spoke over?
As in Mister Mxyzptlk as told was SUPERMAN’S yo-yo cur?
That wasn’t a blooper, check the comic stands.
I sought to choke that fire-stoker for hours
When he gave over his power to EMPEROR JOKER!
Will we evolve by the fall of these chops?
360 degrees of free to revolve and my teeth maul halter tops!
Tear away what halters your leagues! CORE SPEED GO!
What’s your hips and knees for? No equal!
Don’t bawl and plead “Easy…easy…NOOO!”
What halters spins you to bleed
Falters your inner leagues
Needs to fall and go!
Loki of Literati was hired and called. By your alter ego!
“Nobody asked for shit!” That’s a tip to a bigoted judge’s slip. I’m past it.
But the past shoots pure for absolute future.
What’s crass cures. When you provoke social disease you’re invoking LOKI!
I’m in to blast this. You didn’t ask for it. You stepped in it!
Liquid content in jests dismissed is the best fit.
NOW you stepped in it!
I bothered to groom this bit:
A water balloon filled with liquid shit!
WOW! How do you rep YOUR wicked twist?
Loose and hip for lucid lips. Unscrewing locks quick!
A satyr’s wit, I’ll spike and jeer
But I won’t slip to appear as a radar blip!
Just make my mark with extended desire like “Heaven’s On Fire” by Kiss!
A pen to sever throats to scrotes
Extends untethered votes in each note
Rend weapons from letters I awoke
To invoke wit that gets ridiculous!
Zen-Clever and Ri-Cock-Apoc-Alyptic!
Hot on the spot whenever I’m stopped
Never topped; slick with a cryptic gift...
Shred your knot watch your mom and pop slip
In the puddle of what pours out your lips!
NOW you stepped in it!
I bothered to groom this bit:
A water balloon filled with liquid shit!
WOW! How do you rep YOUR wicked twist?
Find me on the street corner
Mind on beats I was born for
Rhyming on my feet for 3 hours or more
Timing runs complete, leveling up sweet, every 24!
From birth earned
Earth to return
Worms will squirm
Through your chest plate
When you rest late
Turn to waste
I’ll burn your face
Fill your urn pissing a stream of fire
Like Ghost Rider II!
Not missing a ream when I’m unglued!
As I’m conditioned with the means to raise higher and prove
Every joke and toast on the fly to view.
NOW you stepped in it
I bothered to groom this bit:
A water balloon filled with liquid shit!
WOW! How do you rep YOUR wicked twist?
Just for shits and giggles and tits that jiggle!
I won’t fight this, won’t front, it’s not righteous
But indignant and riled an impish figment FINDS ME and deviles!
Enough friendships with hazy sought, maybe-not entities
Lent to me to rend blitzing bliss must’ve meant eventually
There’d be vengeance split. Hence enmity bits as well I see
Extend their shit to me. Well that sucks!
Oh Hell. Fuck! Batman had Mister Mxyzptlk to resist and give him fits!
I’m no flat-scan but at least I’m non-fiction with a unique position…
Pig swill to big skill building condition. Freeing what’s in store is natural to being poor.
Tactical when still applied in EVERY development out the door. Exponential growth, what for?
So no Dark Knight, but no gimp, I spark fights and
To set balance right I am prey to the delight of imps
Everyday they worm their way in. Sending pops to this thought provoker!
Oh, and if you caught that I was off? And spoke over?
As in Mister Mxyzptlk as told was SUPERMAN’S yo-yo cur?
That wasn’t a blooper, check the comic stands.
I sought to choke that fire-stoker for hours
When he gave over his power to EMPEROR JOKER!
Will we evolve by the fall of these chops?
360 degrees of free to revolve and my teeth maul halter tops!
Tear away what halters your leagues! CORE SPEED GO!
What’s your hips and knees for? No equal!
Don’t bawl and plead “Easy…easy…NOOO!”
What halters spins you to bleed
Falters your inner leagues
Needs to fall and go!
Loki of Literati was hired and called. By your alter ego!
“Nobody asked for shit!” That’s a tip to a bigoted judge’s slip. I’m past it.
But the past shoots pure for absolute future.
What’s crass cures. When you provoke social disease you’re invoking LOKI!
I’m in to blast this. You didn’t ask for it. You stepped in it!
Liquid content in jests dismissed is the best fit.
NOW you stepped in it!
I bothered to groom this bit:
A water balloon filled with liquid shit!
WOW! How do you rep YOUR wicked twist?
Loose and hip for lucid lips. Unscrewing locks quick!
A satyr’s wit, I’ll spike and jeer
But I won’t slip to appear as a radar blip!
Just make my mark with extended desire like “Heaven’s On Fire” by Kiss!
A pen to sever throats to scrotes
Extends untethered votes in each note
Rend weapons from letters I awoke
To invoke wit that gets ridiculous!
Zen-Clever and Ri-Cock-Apoc-Alyptic!
Hot on the spot whenever I’m stopped
Never topped; slick with a cryptic gift...
Shred your knot watch your mom and pop slip
In the puddle of what pours out your lips!
NOW you stepped in it!
I bothered to groom this bit:
A water balloon filled with liquid shit!
WOW! How do you rep YOUR wicked twist?
Find me on the street corner
Mind on beats I was born for
Rhyming on my feet for 3 hours or more
Timing runs complete, leveling up sweet, every 24!
From birth earned
Earth to return
Worms will squirm
Through your chest plate
When you rest late
Turn to waste
I’ll burn your face
Fill your urn pissing a stream of fire
Like Ghost Rider II!
Not missing a ream when I’m unglued!
As I’m conditioned with the means to raise higher and prove
Every joke and toast on the fly to view.
NOW you stepped in it
I bothered to groom this bit:
A water balloon filled with liquid shit!
WOW! How do you rep YOUR wicked twist?
Published 7th May 2013
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