Tempted typa viper-entitity’ bout to be levitatited above this primitive mentality,
Impatiently rattlin’ this full military revival like two hundred and four timpanis;
My airtime is my mealtime n its ‘boutime these suckers ‘boutface me,
Naïve kittins made privy as imma bout ta impale em like my first eight-eight martinis….
Germ-size cyborg- cicadas with machete teeths and another version of me,
Endemics of mini-paramedic ghosts that flows and mess like my many emetics,
Emaciate these worms like their poor excuses of metephors and poor excuses of emcees.
Gangbanger dopplegangers are ornaments for my dashboard,
Imma bobblehead tormenter as I remount my bad-past hoards,
Makin motor monuments of ya nuttin’ moments,
Like I could easily go ballistic and storm it,,
Little lilacs for the urns of all ya worms,
in yer little circle-jerk tournament;
But I been yer mentor since the moment I muttered,
and yer basic attacks must learn to be pluristic.
Haha...I like this one. Something just happened. The stuff is easy all of the sudden....hey that tournament should be fun but I don't wanna play cuz I would rather judge.
Good luck to all...I'm looking forward to it!