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have a drink of champagne

tip your hat to the chef

he braised your ass in a liquid of death

pan seared your bones then made a clear broth

oven roasted your skull and peeled your skin off

a salad a day makes the flaps great for play

hiding all kinds of mischievous scents

furrow your brow as the aroma ascends

slowly scanned every nook and cranny

secretly prayed for the virulent nanny

Fried an egg for your moon over my hammy

Stole a basket of brisket for your garlic herb triscuit

Shot a gun on the range and nailed a birdy

The slightly reedy standings of corporal kirby

One time in the rocks, climbing a wall

Humpty Subsy had a great fall

he fell on a fake tree and broke his fake knee

then he went to a phoney doctor for pretend surgery

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the gurgling liquid from under your hat

the seeping chemicals from a robotic cat

the deep clawing channels of latex fat

slow growing shadows of corpulent stacks

weaving a tattered lie with fresh fallen friends

climbing the rocks of extruded resin

in the fan forced breeze, under the high pressure sun

with a synthetic shoe made by small yellow ones

The cracks are starting to show in the shell

the hatching is coming, the gateway to hell

the end of superficial flights and wave riding dreams

the fungus infiltrated the frays of your screams

take a deep breath, shut your eyes tight

hold your hands closed and wear a shirt that is white

a mustard tie cannot be allowed

your workforce flashery creates tension shrouds

the rubber stamp falls with a quick muffled plop

you have been denied now return to your flock

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have a drink of champagne

tip your hat to the chef

he braised your ass in a liquid of death

pan seared your bones then made a clear broth

oven roasted your skull and peeled your skin off

a salad a day makes the flaps great for play

hiding all kinds of mischievous scents

furrow your brow as the aroma ascends

slowly scanned every nook and cranny

secretly prayed for the virulent nanny

Fried an egg for your moon over my hammy

Stole a basket of brisket for your garlic herb triscuit

Shot a gun on the range and nailed a birdy

The slightly reedy standings of corporal kirby

One time in the rocks, climbing a wall

Humpty Subsy had a great fall

he fell on a fake tree and broke his fake knee

then he went to a phoney doctor for pretend surgery

 

 

poet laureate

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Grace Kelly

by Hiwatt Bob

 

GraceKelly1.jpg

 

staight outta Monaco

imma crazy mutha{censored}a name Grace

all you bitches swallow rhymes

while i sit on yo face

dudes be fappin' to me

since 1953

cuz i'm old skool

i leave you limp fool

i pumpa cap in yo ass and then i'll letcha drool

like steven hawikin'

yo voice box squawkin'

while yo peepin' on on me from yo Rear Window

all y'all sucka MC's betta lay off the indo

yo rhymes are ludicrous

Dial M cuz i'm Murderous

yo {censored} startin' to stank

from those rankerous cankerous

lesions and sores you be sportin'

venerial warts n'

yo man just left you for me

cuz i'm a clean kold Country Girl

and you still white trash

and as you can see

Imma mother{censored}in' Queen

i {censored} on yo roof from up in dis High Society

yo rhymes are slow n sticky

from suckin on dicky

if you wanna fact check, just click on my wiki http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grace_Kelly

yeah you slow like a ******

to slow To Catch a Theif

i be stealin' yo man

and let you listen to mah queef

but when there a full moon

don't sleep a wink fool

i drop you sucka ass bitches like it's High Noon.

This battle is over, here's the message i'm sendin'

now sucka stanky {censored} out my MGM ending.

 

what!

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They said I can't rap about bein broke no more.

They didn't say I can't rap about coke no more.

 

Slut.

 

You think I wont choke no whore til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?

 

These mother{censored}ers are thinkin I'm playin; thinkin I'm sayin this {censored} cuz I'm thinkin it, just to ne sayin it.

 

Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gonna shoot you. Imma pull you to this bullet and put it through you.

 

Shut up slut, you're causing too much chaos, just bend over and take it like a slut, ok ma!?

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Grace Kelly

by Hiwatt Bob


GraceKelly1.jpg

staight outta Monaco

imma crazy mutha{censored}a name Grace

all you bitches swallow rhymes

while i sit on yo face

dudes be fappin' to me

since 1953

cuz i'm old skool

i leave you limp fool

i pumpa cap in yo ass and then i'll letcha drool

like steven hawikin'

yo voice box squawkin'

while yo peepin' on on me from yo Rear Window

all y'all sucka MC's betta lay off the indo

yo rhymes are ludicrous

Dial M cuz i'm Murderous

yo {censored} startin' to stank

from those rankerous cankerous

lesions and sores you be sportin'

venerial warts n'

yo man just left you for me

cuz i'm a clean kold Country Girl

and you still white trash

and as you can see

Imma mother{censored}in' Queen

i {censored} on yo roof from up in dis High Society

yo rhymes are slow n sticky

from suckin on dicky

if you wanna fact check, just click on my wiki
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grace_Kelly

yeah you slow like a ******

to slow To Catch a Theif

i be stealin' yo man

and let you listen to mah queef

but when there a full moon

don't sleep a wink fool

i drop you sucka ass bitches like it's High Noon.

This battle is over, here's the message i'm sendin'

now sucka stanky {censored} out my MGM ending.


what!

 

epic :lol:

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