Offy's Notes
This is a little teaser of some big ass plans me and odd have going on, critique the hell out of us, we love it! we both worked hella hard on these verses so hope yous all enjoy them! PEACE!
-Anthology the Author-
snakes state"He's two sandwiches short of a picnic "
i'd say "Your an A and 2 B's short of a Limerick "
that's right enunciate i'm desperate,
indifference different to a world that never listens,
ima go-ten fold, god mode, recreate religions,
yellow bellied too much DUFF so homer Simpson,
i ain't about that,
sing "3000 Benjamin's" iconoclast the outkast,
50 shades deep forcast gassed caste you outclassed,
because it's only odd i see audibly straight odyssey,
everything i scribe is epic- mythology,
first son of Heracles, i'm hatched to rule prodigy the progeny,
The second Heike monogatari, conjecture and hypothesis,
Isis to Horus, preach words turn a Muslim to Jesus,
ajar your third eyes, Azrael and Argos can't see us,
the concept is foreign mighty morphing son of Satan draped in Satin,
i done battled chessie, nessie an kraken, ogopogo an sabastion,
excretion is evangelization, hard to swallow steak your the salad dressing,
cleansing a thousand islands, duplicate me simple simon?
your Nas-T cogomen Rex, cut deep epithets on arrowheads,
that's right it's all in your head? extend your reach like a bayonet,
like six and nine we are the same but were differing,
instill the whole cosmos false hopes that's the mission,
stop the expedition, the premonition benediction,
i need recognition for the whole globes dereliction,
wet behind the ears we still deities and gods,
decipher the scripture proposed, because we on the same boat,
threat behind the hills it's A, LMY and ODD
and we just changed the whole plot
-Hook-
This is how we breath, under the sea
This is how we breath, under the sea
Just a start with our art, rework 93 times till it's complete trust me
-Oddzilla-
Ominous Odd Thomas Hobbes hobnobbing with bog goblins
Hot bombs bobbing abound in his odd noggin like Hobgoblin
hobbling round sodden, improbable parable, constable horrible
the incorrigible bog-ling walking obstacles, squabbled John Locke
With Pandora's blocked Box chocked to the top locked with Gordian Knot's
Serpents tongue slurped the sword stocks and coughed off his Aesop-uh-Gus
Arthurian penned thrusts sprung up hocked from aquatic reptilian lungs
Leaves you really stung from the nooks and crannies - now you hung crossed
Lost out on the island Stunned all shook like you took a look
At a book filled with his writing Odd Z he is a Titan -Typhon
Typing hooks with typhoon foots biting pacific remnants yes he really can
Elegant Speech like an silly tempestuous pelican
His Skeleton beak holds more words than your belly can
And he can't stand ballads so bland - fantastic ish spill out his hand
Z man he charge like hordes of orange Minotaurs with scimitar swords
Pouring reservoirs on your seminars,high Off MY L oh lords
Desert shores flow better than your boring bars, you sore swimming to my Azores
An armada of odd doctors mobbed up brimming with deep waters
Forefathers cursed to be versed in earth's history, origin a mystery
It's Mr. Z, the Delivery Chief Cuckoo who forced you to enforce seppuku
First on you then I move to your slept on crew
-Hook-
This is how we breath, under the sea
This is how we breath, under the sea
Just a start with our art, rework 93 times till it's complete trust me
-LMY-
(not yet writ out, will be done sunday!)
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Offy
Member since May 1 2016