precise is alliterate
Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 7:49 am
lastnight i was writing drunk while listening to 50 cent, this is the outcome n i decided to post it
i tuck gauges when frustrated, go to the club wasted to bust faces, then hit the bottle after
grab ya broad n smack her to pause the laughter.. i dont create problems, shit i cause disasters
reputation n stature is not a factor, ill send slugs thru the body matter of a cocky bastard,
got torture oddly masterd, n they call me an expert at submission like i copy schafer
when it comes to writin' im everything godly captured, i "run it" like the randy moss of adverbs
i scoff at fractures..
the pain i cause'll mock the rapture, ull hate me worse than the dude who put pac to pasture
fists launch like catapults to collide with ya clavicle, n the butt end of a mausberg massacres your mandible
take a piece of lumber to your lumbar, givin u an outlook more grim than a grunge star thus far
the burner spray n viciously violate your vertibrea in the worst of ways causin burns n sprains till bones crush
its Cise scriptin, so u know when the verse is made the words'll play till the curtains sway n close up
takin down internet nerds n fakes, so after battles im smokin purlpe haze at ercles grave ta show love
dont play baseball.. but i throw the curve ta braves, the illest killers cant murk the way my flow does
i tuck gauges when frustrated, go to the club wasted to bust faces, then hit the bottle after
grab ya broad n smack her to pause the laughter.. i dont create problems, shit i cause disasters
reputation n stature is not a factor, ill send slugs thru the body matter of a cocky bastard,
got torture oddly masterd, n they call me an expert at submission like i copy schafer
when it comes to writin' im everything godly captured, i "run it" like the randy moss of adverbs
i scoff at fractures..
the pain i cause'll mock the rapture, ull hate me worse than the dude who put pac to pasture
fists launch like catapults to collide with ya clavicle, n the butt end of a mausberg massacres your mandible
take a piece of lumber to your lumbar, givin u an outlook more grim than a grunge star thus far
the burner spray n viciously violate your vertibrea in the worst of ways causin burns n sprains till bones crush
its Cise scriptin, so u know when the verse is made the words'll play till the curtains sway n close up
takin down internet nerds n fakes, so after battles im smokin purlpe haze at ercles grave ta show love
dont play baseball.. but i throw the curve ta braves, the illest killers cant murk the way my flow does