Punchlines in the Morning #1
Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2018 1:01 am
Welcome to the devils philosophy masked in a benevolent quality/
Bless who is ever is stopping me/
Don’t think for a moment I won’t attempt to sacrifice all/
I kill 99.9 percent like lysol/
Battling me, and you're taking the wrong path/
You’re coming face to face with a bobcat/
Infinite rage that I use on every inch of the page/
Strike faster than those seeking minimum wage/
I’m semi hotter than the vegas concert/
Godless, chop up the spaghetti monster like betty crocker/
And jeffery dahmer with a disturbed mentality/
With this personality you can’t ask for a worse reality/
Just being honest man, I’m the baddest in all this land/
got more balls than the rawlings brand/
But I ain’t cheering for no sports team/
I’m here to make you disappear like chlorine//
arranging you a funeral with a cold hearse/
Bet it will soot you perfectly six feet below earth/
Temperatures dropping like albums in music stores/
When I flip off the top like Luchadors onto a human corpse/
You don’t stand a chance every answer is deadly/
Its like seeing a disabled amputee trying to handle a jet ski/
I hope the cameras are ready to get this all on a tape/
I’ll watch you rise to the top until you Fall on your face/
I’m just starting to get cooking you’re going to get served hot/
Racking your brain until you get ate on your first shot/
Bless who is ever is stopping me/
Don’t think for a moment I won’t attempt to sacrifice all/
I kill 99.9 percent like lysol/
Battling me, and you're taking the wrong path/
You’re coming face to face with a bobcat/
Infinite rage that I use on every inch of the page/
Strike faster than those seeking minimum wage/
I’m semi hotter than the vegas concert/
Godless, chop up the spaghetti monster like betty crocker/
And jeffery dahmer with a disturbed mentality/
With this personality you can’t ask for a worse reality/
Just being honest man, I’m the baddest in all this land/
got more balls than the rawlings brand/
But I ain’t cheering for no sports team/
I’m here to make you disappear like chlorine//
arranging you a funeral with a cold hearse/
Bet it will soot you perfectly six feet below earth/
Temperatures dropping like albums in music stores/
When I flip off the top like Luchadors onto a human corpse/
You don’t stand a chance every answer is deadly/
Its like seeing a disabled amputee trying to handle a jet ski/
I hope the cameras are ready to get this all on a tape/
I’ll watch you rise to the top until you Fall on your face/
I’m just starting to get cooking you’re going to get served hot/
Racking your brain until you get ate on your first shot/