Sounds great in this remix with Rob's verse added. I still remember writing: "I got a belt full of blades, My words are grenades, to your eardrums. See I don't even need them for you bums. Raids, with switchblades, on your parades of bride's maids. After decades of crusades for upgrades NO brigade evades my lyrical stockades. Victim's outcomes, (their) thumbs up (their)rectums, irregular heart rhythm an seizures in their sternum and left lung among the dung;(Those flung by words that roll off my tongue as they clung to their weapon, [brains baron/ swollen tendon, in both wrists, spinal cord consists of multiple cysts]). You're beaten by my blowgun. I was "chosen" to bludgeon 20 dozen with my cousin. You're a, *"fictional felon".
*(1 who makes up everything about their felonies or charges altogether).
A frightened,* "Vegan with a Handgun"
*(oxymoron).
We've just begun and we've already "won".
"All brethren awaken"(uhway-kuhn).
Sounds great in this remix with Rob's verse added. I still remember writing: "I got a belt full of blades, My words are grenades, to your eardrums. See I don't even need them for you bums. Raids, with switchblades, on your parades of bride's maids. After decades of crusades for upgrades NO brigade evades my lyrical stockades. Victim's outcomes, (their) thumbs up (their)rectums, irregular heart rhythm an seizures in their sternum and left lung among the dung;(Those flung by words that roll off my tongue as they clung to their weapon, [brains baron/ swollen tendon, in both wrists, spinal cord consists of multiple cysts]). You're beaten by my blowgun. I was "chosen" to bludgeon 20 dozen with my cousin. You're a, *"fictional felon". *(1 who makes up everything about their felonies or charges altogether). A frightened,* "Vegan with a Handgun" *(oxymoron). We've just begun and we've already "won". "All brethren awaken"(uhway-kuhn).