Ενδιαφέρον παιχνιδάκι

FunkyFresh9 – Πέμπτη, 04 Αυγ. 2022, 00:36
Roaming the streets with a noose giving people free hugs
around the neck, take their breath with my talent like Suggs
mad rusher like Ruggs, or Bone Thugs, every first of the month
don't choke them from a distance like Darth
ropes, guns and blades, I was deemed a worthy wielder
and things won't end good, hell, (Goodell) 'cause there's no Adam Silver
to punish me or interrogate me under the bulb
so I leave judicial systems with a visible scald
really hard to get a hold of, lone ranger and lone wolf
capturing the essence better than John Reid ever could
sworn enemy of intimacy like killer whale versus walrus
taking upon the task/tusk to Set things to rights with Horus
peaceful resolutions, I've got nothing to do with 'em
thuds of bodies hitting the ground and I'm rolling with the rhythm
watch your step on my turf 'cause my rhymes are made of HazMat
poetry took a knee and asked me to be its husband
said the way we intertwine can't be achieved with any woman
an explosive union like the priest was Harry Truman
the cinders will produce a child in time like Deep Purple
with inherited force to break apart every hurdle
Caveman in the urban field, solve problems with the 12 Gauge
in Mexican standoffs with Mr. Black and Mr. Beige
but I'm the only one who emerges unharmed from the chaos
raze cities to the ground and ask for ransom for their mayors
that's all that's left to be done, I know these words feel acrid
because unlike a girl, the truth is uglier when naked
by facing it I'm trying to create a virtuous circle
but I'm a lone representative like Jakob Poeltl
that makes me want to set you on fire like a hoop in a circus
spit on your burning remains when I'm feeling kinda jerkish
I'm not nice enough to spare you for being a dunce
my Colt Cobra don't want none unless you got guns, punk
don't need any alarm clocks to wake my killing urge
and make you all converse with the hell gate's concierge
don't try to revolt if reservations were false
a simple poke from Malebolgia will leave you with a bulge
you'll be buried forever in the depths of that realm
not even Nicholas Cage could ever find the snuff film
of your murder, your dying screams in my ears like music
my warped sense of reality makes despair seem amusing
so stop your annoying buzzing or you'll get crushed like a wasp
decide between life and death or I'll just leave you on the cusp
and in this boundless space nobody can bring you a wreath
the range of my torture toolbox has unlimited width
so better not leave your house, nail planks to the window
stay shut In a darkened room listening to Skid Row
rather than die with the shame, better live with the angst
rather than not have it at all, better be scared of what's next
no shortage of encounters with traitors like Mr. Orange
got zero hesitation to turn their brains into porridge
with 52 shots like these lines and the cards in a deck
royal flush on your ass, you thought you'd win, what the heck?