Mayhem
• Written by Trinineseboi
This is a town that turned into a city. Gun shot sound is far from reality
They all live quietly. But we wisely change their society.
And Violently, we will take over your privacy.
Finally you'll feel our dynasty. It was our destiny.
We will mash up this whole city, with terror coming from we.
Selectively, we will be, elected. Over populated, and congested.
You'll be dominated, as we are motivated.
I was nominated to copulate. Based on my skills as a consummate.
Take women to pollinate. To disobey is what I don't tolerate.
I'll illustrate and demonstrate my evil ways to celebrate.
Once and town boy, now a city man,
Your frowns brings joy, Hold my filthy hand.
These grounds ill destroy, cuz I simply can.
Your sound annoys, as I deeply slam.
Ill fuck your wife, your daughter and her best friend.
Luck in your life, till I slaughter and molest them.
I'll chop off your tool, as I leave you in your own blood pool.
Ill mop up your drool, deceive your bud at the door like a fool.
He interrupting, my artistic thinking.
Your lil girl is shaking. Force her to smoke, now she baking.
I'm taping, the course of her tokes. She's aching. And craving.
Ohh she's shaven. Ill fuck her so deep she think she in heaven.
Call over maybe seven, of my peeps, she's enslaving.
I'm leaving, 2 weeks later she's craving. She sees me on the street,
waving. She yelling she need saving. Took her to my basement.
Enslavement. She's my creation. Her friend too feels the temptation.
On the next establishment. Till I fuck the whole nation.
This is the mayhem in the making, its moving like a train.
Station to station. Every one going insane.
An invasion in rotation. Its fun to take the blame
A situation for celebration, is on like a game.
Cuz I started here, eyes filled with fears as well as tears.
No one is speared. You can't steer away from here.
It will follow you there. No escape my dear.
Hoes raped far and near. It takes shape and Its clear.
A date that ends in tears. Its too late to disappear.
The global hemisphere is affected by this world wide orgy.
Mobile atmosphere connected by girls' slight need of brutality
Knowable fact is most fear the erected curl in their tight centrality.
Sexuality is in everyone. Its a nationality. The capital city will be,
My dick. Now I'm a prick, with a mind that's sick.
Girls line up to give me a lick. A king with the royal stick.
In royalty I still don't trust a trick. But mayhem continues over chicks.
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Trinineseboi
Member since March 15 2015