Scissors Over Shivers
• Written by TwoOneEight
Wrap em up than shut em down,
sounds of Satan,
batin me to his door,
startin to debate,
over love or hate,
which Is real,
Thinking as I plead,
for my blood not to leave as I bleed,
Pleading never leads to success,
Blessed by the crest,
held upon my chest,
Its time for me to reinvest my time,
in the spine of many people's rhymes,
clinging life while living splitting prophets,
into deciples of suspected subjects,
turning ratchets of rackets into magic rabbits,
Using the kings tablet,
as if he was Summoning the comets,
Realistic life straight out of a comic,
Over the time dissed as if it was chronic,
Fake conflict a convict discussed as if he was a topic,
spitting with spit more poisonous then toxic,
dissing the dislexic,
The man so psychotic,
Erotic cold hearted unlike the tropics,
socked an officer as if he was a socket,
a rocket launching straight from the projects,
providing riding writing instead of fighting,
gliding through space guiding,
the darkness towards light,
In order to ressurect order,
to the border of the former,
torture corner,
bound to send us to heaven,
as long as our morals show immortal tensions,
Stronger then the strength of our mortal questions,
from the lessons brought from smoke sessions,
death over love,
over guns for the tough,
step to the rough,
if your ready for enough.
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TwoOneEight
Member since February 26 2014