So the snap happy Raptor manages to average a prose level of 4th grade.
Submissions so riddled with simplistic sniveling, they're worth less then a whore's trade.
Bedroom bound doing fucked spins to Justin wearing a flushed grin.
Talking about getting stools for dunces when you enjoy having your stool pushed in.
I'm the Magnificent one. No segregation because they all hail.
Meet Jesus in the afterlife, ask him "Are these your nails?"
Ruling Heaven.
Dueling brethren.
Fueling lessons.
Schooling fellas.
Just know I've heard it all before. I endured cries of "This man's amazing!"
I'll poetical perfection while you're dangling your dick on message boards...faggot baiting.
The scientist. Prose to make a lion flinch.
Epitaphs so evil, Michael Vick couldn't siphon this.
So threaten me with your karate. Shit, bring your best fu.
No rescue.
You were touched as a teen. Now left with a repressed youth.
God himself tried to kill me, made one cut and claimed I bled truth.
Submissions so riddled with simplistic sniveling, they're worth less then a whore's trade.
Bedroom bound doing fucked spins to Justin wearing a flushed grin.
Talking about getting stools for dunces when you enjoy having your stool pushed in.
I'm the Magnificent one. No segregation because they all hail.
Meet Jesus in the afterlife, ask him "Are these your nails?"
Ruling Heaven.
Dueling brethren.
Fueling lessons.
Schooling fellas.
Just know I've heard it all before. I endured cries of "This man's amazing!"
I'll poetical perfection while you're dangling your dick on message boards...faggot baiting.
The scientist. Prose to make a lion flinch.
Epitaphs so evil, Michael Vick couldn't siphon this.
So threaten me with your karate. Shit, bring your best fu.
No rescue.
You were touched as a teen. Now left with a repressed youth.
God himself tried to kill me, made one cut and claimed I bled truth.