leaning towards suicide,
every bone throws a split inside
am i in pain as a punishmnet
perhaps im the victim- of a sinners mind



LONE...........

KILLING KILLERS KNOCKING KNOX'S KILOGRAMES KILLERWEIGHT
LURING LOVED-UP LOCKSMITHS LEAVING LITTLE LAST LOOKABOUT' LISTENING LOOKAWAYS
MY MIND MURMURS MYSPACE, MITIGATING MY MANDATE, MUCH MORE MOLESTATION MINISTERS MR MICHAEL MYERS MILEAGE, MEET MY MAKER MY MATCH MOCKING MOLTING MAILER

KANSAS- as in cans-ass, the rust from tin, jus in case it werent clear lol


ELECTRICITY

your more stuk up than a tampax
i use this forum as an excuse to formulate anthrax
a little claret spilt on the floor
i use to be attractin my fans bak
clik your red heels together girl
ill show a kansas

PRETTY GOOD, I ADMIRE YOUR HONESTY - BUT WAT MUST BE KEPT IN MIND IS THAT A POET IS A POET- IF YOU ARE TO WRITE POETRY IT CANNOT BE A CONSCIOUS DECISION TO DO SO- IF YOU ARE COMPELLED TO WRITE, THEN WRITING IS YOUR PURPOSE- IF WRITING BEOCMES ROUTINE, WRITING IS YOUR DESIRE- DO NOT CONFUSE ...

MOBILE PHONE.....................

i smuggle 50 grams past the nose of police
pigs are trained to sniff out money, drugs and weed
wat i drop into your drink is only half of the stash
with the other 50 percent im blackmailin for cash
it isnt the effects of the initiation- the first few moments,
wen u realise ur mcdonalds gates dont ...

MAGNESIUM

picture the scene,
a lake photograph,
situation serene-
taken another look
over there, on the banks of the stream
can you see the heads of two people-
no just the one?
thats coz im mixin the other dudes head
into a bucket of chum
lol

DEER HIND!

im stocked up with arms
cocked locked blocked and starved
by the world of the resource i fight for
its sparse
myself and few others are left lost in charge
to do battle on the wasteland of truth, lies and harm
precise is covering fire
the overlooking sarge
in a mad dash we push into enemy spars
as ...

in the valley of darkness i shall fear no demon, no obsenities, no opinions with mixed feelings, i will appear like a spectre, cannibalise like lektor, holdin high my means of communication, my mic is my scepter, my personal translator, my sectarian invader, that destroys beliefs and makes all ...

HARSH WORDS

like an old flame, these bars insist, im kept far from fists, but with the aid of petrol im an arsonsit, i cant keep away from a spark, my addiction is hard, but turning your home into living hell is an occupation so far, thats paid well, my insurance scams havent yet failed, well, apart from the ...

DIRTY SANDALS!