Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Dear Flow God's, I need a soul charge, something that's super hard, turn flames into bars, and leaves shit chard, amen, are you with me? Test, test, this ain't no test, its extreme stress, created on my brain, from minimal rest, so bow down, you're in the presences of the best, were you from? Nowhere bitch, I don't even exist, but nice guess, I only come with tight ass shit, nothing less, and you just walked into the Red-zone without your vest, now this lyrical lead, gonna rip you to shreds, and turn your head to mist, when this shit hits your brain... OWE...nice catch, but you didn't know it, as soon as this lyric connected, your head exploded, bustin 50 cal. lyrics, I've been quoted and voted the creepiest writer, with the hottest fire, to spit this shit you so badly desire, I'm a live wire, with the motives to conspire, injuries on my enemies, call me a liar, and see what transpires, straight from depths of hell, I dwell in eternal 🔥
Venom 
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