well, well, well its that time of year again
to drop hell on you fellas like a splinter cell
of text battle veterans
droppin bombs in civillian territory
inconveniently leaving your face all gorey
like an al gore allegory
similes drop like flies
getting fed from an africans eyes
blindin you with the light of
an uncertain future, unrealized and goddamned uncivilized
yo, i change my watch forward ahead one hour
to stay ahead of the game and tame the eternal beast with the rain
of rhymes fertile and poisonous enough to grow flowers with mc murdering powers
this ish is real, like bombs ripping through a bar in far off kandahar
we've come so far and now we let it all get torn apart by retards
and their fighting ways, wetting the soil with blood every weekday
and every sabbath getting backstabbed by a god who takes life but can never let us 'haveth'
doom, is the future like a doctor who plays against fantastic
lets just hope we can stretch this out before we all go too crazy and snap like elastic.



yo, just off the top. i kind of lost the meaning someplaces . what dyou think?

nothing? no feed?