
Originally Posted by
Virbius
It’s like, shit, I already stoved in his brains, left him broken and maimed,
Now I’m kicking a corpse that’s all bloated and aged, fucking, gross and decayed...
It’s a moment of rage, an emotional day coz I’ve got no fresh opponents to slay...
You switched up the shit I was going to say: I ain’t “praying for hope” I’m just hoping for prey.
You said “I got Juice, word to Omar Epps”, but I reference harder,
So if I got J.U.I.C.E... word to Terry Parker.
I ain’t “struggle with identity”...
Got a perfect inner peace ...between the ten of me.
Ah yeah that’s a tendency...
[‘Taut’ means there’s tension, see, so if you tryna flex for a body that’s a tendon, C.]
I’m so far advanced, I’ve already mourned ya death,
Contemplating where I’m gonna aim the gauge, yeah, I thought ‘a head’.
My lines imply shade like cross-hatching, and they all connect,
It’s like, uh, a bap bakin’ Matt Damon... yeah, it’s Bourne and bread.
Sorry.
Lemme bring it back real quick...
Im a baller with some jewel’s and a Porsche thats red.
Ah, goddamn it, that’s the Soar effect.
Shit. Focus.
Ok... I’ve got this.
Here by himcelph... disowned by his former set...
He said I’m “going down with the ship”; if the thought’s correct
His crew abandoned ship and left their parrot on the quarterdeck.
Alumni, or one guy in the corner left ain’t thought to jet?
He’d need to fall on his sword to restore respect,
But he a dead man already, please, he just ain’t fallen yet.
I’m bodying his corpus and the corpse that’s left.
Fucking, gormless wreck, waterneck, walkin’ in tortoise steps.
Take a blade and saw the flesh like a shawarma chef...
See he some meat substitute made from quorn and veg.