spicy meatball

A bunch a singers and sinners

making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

pierced a beer ,

wif hitters enraged from the quitters

castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem G

when he came. Now i dont know if u know,

but i showboat wif a paddle, so sit on my

saddle and wave, i killed cattle and crave sadness

, reload the pills of madness enraged

a whole world flawed from ur hurt paw as ur cold sore when u thawed

 

 

. Planck time, frank crime, feel the heat of a shanked rhyme

, piercing the skin of ranked lime, as if that meant something

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

of gold wont really make it bold, even if u held it wif balance,

girth as it turns into ur turf, two pints of punchline will do just fine

, if u called her in advance, and did the dance of mary

, steady as ali when he was ready, u barely had larry,

when u were doing a double game tally, hating me parading me,

polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

tailored wif attitude and faith, sailors of forttuide and taste,

but put into place of my rendidition

it will be my saving grace of repetition

i caught a can of lipton in the sea,

i guess i got it to a tea, hades and ladies

of death prance around in the shaft of sata

n the stench of Macbeth sinks higher in this haven of gaft

. Left in this pinch of taverns end, a ballers den while u crammed.

 

 

I was called out and pulled out into a stage i wass a fool,

loud and. simply full of rage, but in this day age i

clocked into a story of a man

locked sin two a lorry offerman

ran the cracked ensue end tact in you

plan blured black fans shoe bent rack xenu

 

 

locked his woman into a vent there and then,

rocked

but cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp

 

without clamming and tearing the body fumigated

 

its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

licking picking and ticking the package,

wont silent the wreckage, but sirens are stacked cages, that lack phases,

lasers wrecked the wrong faces, sages of the wrong places.

faxed a train, and killed a jam, cracks unchained a skilled lamb,

boxed a square but his still bare

sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

 

 

as diligent as guarding two weeks i was a fortnight

i was weakened by my own night terrors i was an elm street with no night light,

and with noone left i never felt aright fight,