Pierce The Ghost

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I'm sick with the flu, I'm sick with the badassness
Your sick with the boo, I'm sick of your wack ass shit
I'll Inflict the punishment on you, your not my offspring
Blasting bullets, yet I'll bang your mom In the on and off thing
Talking all big only represents unimportance
I'm walking with a Claymore and chicks say It's enormous
So If I'm 6 feet and an extra longer
What does that make you? not much longer or stronger
I'll put your blade to shame and expose your Insecurities
I sense femininity rhymes within Impurity
Your no match for me, you can't lit a match for he
Lacks the natural fire breath, but I lit matches for free
I'll lacerate, this mass disgrace of a phantom face
To the ghost center to heal after I decapitate
Yet I'm certain nothing could heal the pride of this ghoul
You'll be forever In my shadows you hide within fool

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LordAres
Member since January 19 2015

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