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Entry into violence

Smoked a J
Rolled the text like an ankle on the run,  
Getting chased by fears that don't match death.  
Last breath to next, the reefer keep my soul pinned as there's a being within raging to be about Mac n cheesing about to  turn you into Swiss cheesing out to moving money to the Swiss bitch! screaming "I'm rich bitch,"!!!  
Move the business from Waves of crimson. Im gonna be chillin while Goons be thrilling and the Apes will hang you like drapes dripped out in despair.  
No care in the air.  
In this world everything is fair.  
 
 
You niggas buns  
I split your top like  scissor hands on molly, coke, meth maniacally separating mechanically.  
Imagine me?  
My Rona mask full cover come equipped  
with a Kbar, just wait until I have the AR, then I'll be shooting by the three like JR.  
I got you niggas in my radar.  
   
Violence in my head makes me wish you were dead so take it out on me.  
It takes a while for me to get a hint said this one dumb bitch,  
I got a hint,  
Suck my dick!!!  
 
Im tired of trying to be another piece to shitty puzzle.  
Crashing down like a shooting star landing on the roof of your favorite car.  
Shini will land blows with the semi make you shiver like fiend who could wait no more.  
So please leave,  
Or my pump will blow you out the door like jazzy Jeff,  
You'll die jazzy death as I'll think my way to success.  
You can't take no more.  
I hate the fact that the hate in my heart makes me feel healthy,  
Eating good to the tune of your mass death,  
Each drink of water as good as the red from the igneous,  
You burn as I yearn to learn why when I look in the mirror I see you.  
You silly fuckers think I wanna be you,  
It's from my eye  the lasers see you.  
I wouldn't  I wanna be ya.  
Niggas ain't gonna see you and Your mother ain't gonna remember,  
Cosby vs Wayne Brady.  
 
Im not as outrageous as the dude who inspired my pen to script my words.  
I don't care how much hate you feel when you read this shit.  
I love this shit.  
If you good to me I got love,  
Otherwise die and be food for my grinder,  
Sweetny Todd on crack and krocadil.  
Chill.  
 
Trolls pay their tolls when Karma sends the kiss of death I'm on to the next axe to your neck thumb across the neck asking "who's next?"  
 
I wanna hang your intestines on my walls while the pooch suppers on your  balls so please dont test my genius,  
Your body can melt like chocolate  if I let it.  
 
Chemical my romance when I hit you with the Bruhmance.  
 
You wouldn't know the way I can chef up your end, Boy you dead when you see Me!  
Teach you kids to the end like I'm George Feeny.  
 
Get a whiff,  
you get the Brittney or a blast from Ruger Rell have you niggas seeing hell, Im a crazy tell and I like to raise some hell, an angel that fell and found a way to sail across the brilliant abyss.  
 
You got a problem with the shit here fuck off and suck a 1000 dicks.  
 
Im ready to knock your socks off with the chrome plate turn you into mushface, leave you with the jabbajaw when the 44 crack your jaw.  
Mushmouth when I spit like coke you choke on bricks of white while I rock off white. Looking like like hope.  
 
High fashion and big money.  
Bitches on my dick like they know I got the dog food. I got leashes for Ho's and love for my dogs.  
Simple as that. I won't hesitate to pop one in your dome like angry white boys expressing themselves.  
 
I'll hang you and your loved ones, on some leatherface, wear your mother's face as a condom. Obviously I have a problem.  
Have the feds write you off as a benoit,  
Have a merry send off.  
Death will kiss you if the Ak miss you.  
 
I drop kicks like my missle drops chicks when they screaming for more dick.  
My head was illing to be sick.  
Season of the sick.  
Im trying to kill all your shit.  
If I can blow it up like Bombay sipping Bombay,  
Niggas I'm demon Jin.  
Evil like a fucking djinn,  
In the end end I fucking win.  
 
Hide under your bed like Dafoe,  
Waiting on your dough,  
If you scream,  
I take your teeth with the crowbar,  
Give you a fucking nose job.  
You should have blown hard,  
Didn't know the blow hard.  
Brickface tell me how the brick taste.  
Smash that shit on ya fucking face.  
Powdered up in disgrace,  
As shame and my bullets merc your face.  
 
Im a terror like Omar.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
 
 
Written by DestroyerOfUranus (Des.)
Published | Edited 22nd Apr 2021
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