THekIlLAbaBY is coming...   .

Slowly with the intentions of prone pain

You will succumb to the nothing that you maintain

Virtue is on your shoe

The fowl way you used people is coming to haunt you

You are not even worthy of the device of death

Petty acts spit on you.  The only way to obtain substance for health

Now, you thought crime on a slick level makes you a "boss"

Delusions of pimping grandeur, only to marry your only ho.... your loss

Weight shall make shame of your shadow, as you want to be a star amongst the masses with adorning praise

But within, you are hollow.  Your only friend is the saliva that you swallow and the clarity that you get from the contradictions that you grow and raise

Yes, if at any time you wish to push the edge of combat, my blade shall castrate you, from the whole bloody lot

You have no clue what power that I posses is doing to you and how from the moment you presented a false smile, that you are turning to ashes ass rot

Pretend you don't understand

Persistent in nothing shared, but selfish demand

Revenge is afraid of me and is my every beck and call

I could kill you with one thought, but rather see you wither suffer, and gradually fall

Come and be as brave as you think you are, while you undergo a battle that you cannot win

I am born blessed.  To misuse my trust in an unwritten sin

You are always going to be a follower.  Your leadership intentions are fake

Why else would a false waste of a moment like you assume that you know the value of "Honor by Fate"

You don't

You are a simple minded gravity hound smite shiny piece of accent slime.  Born ignorant and education provided no clue

So in the words of a great woman "Mother have you. Mother love you.  Mother FUCK you"