Here's a little love story, for LADY KILLA aka ALYK YDAL, or VIDAL SASSOON, or whoever the fuck this Roger Rabbit is. You can click here:
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LADY KILLA's status:
LK But On L4D They Call Me Witch-Killah Beeeeeeeeeeeeeitch :D
Deb said:
Tuesday Hugz [image]
The Shining™ - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
Tuesday Hugz [image] for They Call Me Witch-Killah Beeeeeeeeeeeeeitch [image] - LMFAO
The Shining™ - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
I got that IRA flow; you got no soul, but you like to pretend. I'll slap you with the Red Hand of Ulster again and again, car-bomb your home and stab you in the neck with your own pen. You being alive is a sin - I'll stab you in the neck with your own pen again, shoot you out the sky on your way to heaven like a little wren. The sky is falling and you're a target, you betta' try to blend. I get bent off the Jamie, you just lean over and bend, to receive the glory from me and my men. I'm classical poetry, you look in the mirror and practice bein' a trend. You instigate a tragedy and I illustrate the end. I'm the Undefeated Army - you're Anglo-Saxon. You're like Rodney Danger-bitch, you get no respect, bug-eyed, funny to look at and dead. All you do is make my trigger finger itch and flex, crackles of static shoot to my fingers and straight to your neck. I'll shoot you to pieces and savor the bloody flecks. Taste great less filling, like no milk in a breast. HAHAHHAHA - you're nothing, I don't even need to check. I'll wrap you up for free, like CVS, cum on your face, and come correct. You rap about pain in Maine, and rep PHX. It's real out here, and we make it look easy, the way we Coast on the West. Your family probably hates you - you look like worse than they could ever expect and then you open your face and give 'em even less.
LADY KILLA eats Twinkies at snack time.
"Mr. №BΘÐҰ"®™ said:
Cakes and pies! and cakes again...a down syndrome kid, droolin' all over his bib, it's nap time bitch, and I flip the switch....
The Shining™ - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
And I caress the open wound, as I knit the stitch, savor it, as I give it a lick, tighten it up, only to fuckin' open it up with a RIP!:
Hahahahah - I make myself laugh, the way I rip you to pieces on accident. I drink protein supplements and hit the bench, while you eat Reese's Pieces and contemplate how you're gonna pay your rent. There's no need to fret - I don't mean no disrespect. I just pray that you'll see the light, so I don't have to beat you to death. Eenie-meenie-miny-moe, I avoid your mark ass like the plague, and blow you open like the twat on a tiny ho'. You hella mad; but I'm slappin' dubstep, wit' a spooky violin, wonderin' why I'm so wild, but I'm still smilin', though. You wanna fuck with me, but you just amuse me, so here we go:
I just juggle my life, put it out there and terrorize you, like PLO. You light your SOS, but I can't see you, NO - Mr. Invisible, like your fog that floats, I'll make you divisible, dissect body from dome, play with you like a mouse, like Scrooge plays with his dough. I affiliate with cats who keep straps with no serial, like the middle of a cheerio, real killas who'd disrespect you by callin' you 'bro.' You're a waste of human, as useful a gangrenous foot without a big toe. You're a Disney cartoon, I'm Edgar Allen. Motherfucking Poe - pure horror written in eloquence and prose, professional, like I get paid to throw. You just make me throw up, green and yellow, right there on my flo'. You're Alyk Idle... like an engine that doesn't fucking work, it doesn't go. I'm homicidal, suicidal and ready to roll. I could contemplate how retarded you are, but I'd rather go lock a chopper, wish on a star that you explode, and light that shit and blow. AMEN.
"Mr. №BΘÐҰ"®™ said:
The flow is epic. Like a torrent of rain, a monsoon of ill, I scratch my head still...
