blood moon cypher with specail guest

ms.f0xxxy

The blood moon
Has woken a beast
Its time for me to feast
Bared flesh
Simply stressed
Wanna come out
And play
Today is the day
To hit a cypha
Let's decipher
What's this about
Everyone thinking F0xxxy's
Lost her touch
But Midas
Was only resting
No more second guessing
Its a clash of the titans
Lyrical pens ready to slay
The land
I don't give a fuck
If your not a fan
I take it with a grain
Of sand
Let's collide
Its time to ride
Into the sunset
Just a misfit
No longer
Trying to fit in
Its not the end
This is where I begin
As blood drips from my eyes
I'll never believe the lies
I pick myself up from the fall
My rise is written in stone
My pen will never grow cold



mr.greeneyes34

together we ride like Mr. and Mrs Smith leaving bloody trail of destruction, turning u mtfs to ash we when we clash , I"am the Shepherd," and all u mtfs are the sheep!!
we will walk this lonely road
Cast shadows at are feet. So time the top get lonely and u think we have grown cold, be we are forever branded with the mark of the beast always staying on fiya.
I will pick the Brambled rose
Until I bleed in defeat , this shit will never happen as my mind to pen, pen to paper i leak this deadly venom sharp razor...cutting deeper and deeper
through layers of flesh.
I watch as the blood oozes out, from yo chest
looking at u dumb mtfs in shame thinking we lost are game, we on top looking dwn on you clowns,u want to keep
me as david banner but u have awaken the hulk ready to smash.


nique.so.unique

Blood moon rising
And tempers are flaring up
Claiming the game and the players playin in it ain't fair enough
Been known to tear it up
And mangle a page past recognition
The skills are not fictitious
Read along and be a witness
For it is written
Reading the work of true artists is a privilege
Always spittin the realest shit
Props to the hostess for killin it
Blood moon now setting
But the chaos it caused can not be forgotten
Only the strong are left standing
The rest are breathless
Game over
Eight ball, corner pocket


native.trixster

Blood Moon shining
Red dawn rising
Blood spilled this night
Black spirits take plight
Spill the blood
Tears of anguish flood
Buried beneath you will find
Your torment there entwined
My pen my sword
My poetic fiends my hordes
I slither into your dreams
I listen to your screams
Deep into the heart of the dead
This blood moon will be your end.
Empty all your voice and thoughts onto me
My pen and i will forever be
For all eternity!!!!


indigo-hearts

Diggin this blood moon.. Red hues glowering on a night in June. It's amazing.. Has the fire within, blazin! Amor's feelin high.. On that au naturale, flames burning in my eyes. In the distance, demons howl.. Blood thirsty, on the prowl.. I shant partake, tho my stomach growls. The winds raise a sickening scent, of wroughted flesh.. Those who fell victim, and perished. The blood moon appears less than the blue.. When it rises, many fall to their doom. Carcasses left ripped and torn.. But Amor, rises with the sun in the morn. Welcoming the new day.. No blood on my palms, but a smile on my face. Knowing my journey is far from meeting it's end.. For I've been thru hell, and back again. It just gave me the incentive, to grab my pen. Like a rollercoaster, such is life.. Glad that's my favorite ride. Look sis, at what you did.. Sicky-poo is babbling, like a lil kid. Arrgh!


chicoguy1955

My pen is filled. Ready to kill. Blood soaking into the sand, they had just walked, hand n hand. Moving on, bloodlust unquenched. No death by special request. Hysterical laughter turns into unstopable tear's. Giving rise to humanitie's greatest fears.