Dan Gregory, 12 march 2012
I'm going to sit back and laugh,
I'm one skilled son of a bitch,
You don't wanna mess with me,
I'm turn your head into the ditch,
This ain't no poem,
This is a rap,
This site is crap,
Without people like me to give it a zap,
Fuckin yeah,
I rub it in your face,
Cus that's how it looks good with a bottle of disgrace,
I'm shining,
I can create wars while I'm dining,
Call that subliminally coarse plans,
I'll have your bitch confiding,
You don't like violence here,
Oh, but it's freedom of speech so I don't really care,
I'm an innovator, your full of despair,
Fuck around with this earth,
I'm the King,
I'll make sparks sing,
For me they are my slaves,
Begin operation finale, It's been rigged and engaged.
Dan Gregory, 12 march 2012
Within me lies a surge,
It feels like lightining,
If the force is purged,
I feel I have lost something,
So deep my power lies,
I shall unlock it,
Before it is too late,
And everyone dies,
These eyes are inebriated,
My mind is illuminated,
But by a spiritual gap,
Caught in an information tap,
I know all,
But I see nothing,
I see everything,
But know nothing,
The collision is between martyr and peace and full power addiction,
I'm feeling the friction,
Time speeds up,
And the alliance has lost trust,
Fight for our own we do,
Or be consumed by lust
Will the collision be brushed ?
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