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Twin Flames Of Destruction

Hum…I suppose I’m real special for you to have created another profile
on DUP just for me
Then up and down your page ran down your mother’s whorish pedigree
I will eat your heart then burn it in the dark
Prick your skin like it’s a fire spark
You do not know who the fuck you are dealing with
Place false taste buds in your mouth, whereas, you’re think you eating
on chunks of shit
I have been peaceful from the path I’ve made
In my limelight you still hungrily crave
 
Rumple under your ass again
Like a snake in your mind I will slither in
You wish you could kiss all up on the smooth butter rum intellectual sweet ass
I forgot Caviar do not mix with pale trailer trash
You’re not ready to uphold those duel flames
I will blow them both out while I bring shame and the pain
And your household I will defame
 
Stay in your lane Sheman
I’m the Alpha and the Omega from where I stand
You need to worry about getting out of this shit
You got me ranting my street spit
Body slamming your mind
Placing aside all kindness, I do not deal with kitty sublime rhymes
 
You think you walking on that lonely road without shoes
Rain, piss, or hell, will not stop me giving you
the kiss of death just to be cruel
You should have studied my mental blueprints
Trying to power up, riding around in your jalopy, dreaming up of a lame defense
 
You an envious Sheman sitting on your maggot son’s nighty bloody rag
It really does not take effort not to look like a foul-smelling washed up hag
How many men will say, yes they fucked you with your head in a bag
Silly Sheman tricks are for kids
Having all these handsome poets fooled it’s a scented cunt down there
until their hands roam over your balls and then lift your lid
 
You must love hearing my insane lullabies
I will see my patients throughout the day
Then see how high I can really toss you up and then air, taking aim…
hopefully, you prayed
Take note you worthless old crow, your face will never grace any Vogue
Revlon will help you more than me… have you seen your reflection in
the mirror, its damn frightened, that’s just how shit goes
Its time to alligator your ageing bitch ass with that death roll
Take you back down under, giving you the lightening of my thunder
My stilettoes crushing your neck, making you lick all over my pedicured toes
 
I can loan you some stacks for an uplift to fix your surgical blotched
job from a dick to your fake clit
What… you think because I’m educated and a refined lady
I will not still beat that ass down…
Bend your arthritic bum over, place on my strap on dick and face fuck
you... hum... no thank you… then maybe
I’ll pass, you just might give me flees
You look like you’re deep into bestiality... I only call bitches…
correction, a Shemale as I see
 
I read that article on you and your private fascinations
You the one howling then asking someone to part the trash for a feel
and lick some rotten sensations
It’s a crime against humanity giving an animal STD when bent, paws to
your knees I suppose its your nightly dedications
How old are you... to be throwing you poker card in my young, fertile, sexy, ring
You just a tried looking breed, with words trying to impress the masses
with that mayonnaise cooch like it’s one hundred percent supreme
You want this gift to the winds then you stand like the Sheman you truly are
and deal with me head to toe
So I can cut you softy and watch your blood flow
 
You ought to have your tongue cut out
Can’t get respectability to earn you some mental clout
Still a pug nose Sheman with eyebrows arched to sky
Ironically there higher than your intellect even higher than a sunrise
Just a cunt I will reach down from the clouds and twist you up before your demise
It takes more than words, a silly ass fake profile, and spewing
rhetoric to bring me down
I will be in your head, the stench you cannot get rid of when you open
your blue veins legs
Marinating your brainwaves without even making a sound
 
Writing all those erotic flowery prose
Until you lift your skirt, pull down your granny panties, and men
refusing that back arch after they realize that dropping clit ain’t no
rose
Damaged, sloppy, and dry from too many fist fucks, and dildos
Just another fucking poetic hoe for show
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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