Stomach the exposure
Summit of a dozen wooden soldiers, mumbling in Russian to his cousin in a Rover
“Doesn’t the discussion cover runners?” then it’s over, rumblings of blushing was but nothing to this ogre
Bussing a revolver, gushing in his motor, stuffing it in gutters, it’s a something for the chauffeur
Tumbling though puzzles of befuddlement that smoulder, stumbling through love-ins with this glutton when he’s sober
Ruined teen
He was fluent in the newest screen, truest dreams in his newness, stupid like the US scene
He spewed a bluish green, fluid like his truant schemes, clueless, he, moved upon the cupids that the jewellers clean
So like the jewellers plea to drool upon the ghoulish sea of rudeness, he would use his prudish cruelness to imbue and please
He’s on a looting spree of fruitlessness and prudency, shooting me, and brewing my pursuers into bluish tea
Prime time, a lifeline to the rhyme mimes
Eyes shine with a bright mind on the rhyme grind
High crimes when you write lines on the side lines
Eyes blind to the rhymes lined like a pipeline
Prime time, a lifeline to the rhyme mimes
Eyes shine with a bright mind on the rhyme grind
High crimes when you write lines on the side lines
Eyes blind to the rhymes lined like a pipeline
Weapon grade
He steps to sever with a metal blade, rebels laid never to have settled on his nettled brain
He would kettle the bespeckled with his pestle spade, sheckles laid, wrestled from the perils he would set ablaze
He was reddened by the dead in his infected maze, meant to blaze, deadened by the heads in his respected gaze
He was fettered by the better he had met in pain, metal blade entering the shepherds of this treasured game
Shovelling in sewage
He was brewing undercover but he’ll do it, he’s [the brother of] a punter suing wonder for its [younger] ruins
Another strewing of a number for the fun of doing, clutter viewing, uttered in the thunder of his hunger stewing
Another plunger, it’s the colour of his stunning viewing, summers he would wander into yonder, which he’s under doing
But yet he’d lumber as a plumber in the under tubing, cluttered in this slumber, he would suffer cause he’d done pursuing
Prime time, a lifeline to the rhyme mimes
Eyes shine with a bright mind on the rhyme grind
High crimes when you write lines on the side lines
Eyes blind to the rhymes lined like a pipeline
Prime time, a lifeline to the rhyme mimes
Eyes shine with a bright mind on the rhyme grind
High crimes when you write lines on the side lines
Eyes blind to the rhymes lined like a pipeline
Handshake for the clam cake at the Klan bake
Cram steaks like a damn ape with a damn jake
Van mates, they began hate with a tanned plate
Bran flakes and the can crates they would ram, baked
Man states they should span fate at a grand rate
Hang, mace every tanned face on the landscape
Hand ached as it banged late on the back gate
Strap taped, it’s a trap shaped for the flag-draped
Bang, when he goes home for a smoke
But he’s so road, he would blow foam in a swoosh
Bang, it’s his postcode that would show
His devotion to the boatloads full of Kush
Bang, he would load cro with a rope
But the no-show would be close, roaming the bush
Bang, but his close bro had a post
With the popo, it’s a low grow, they were stoosh
Prime time, a lifeline to the rhyme mimes
Eyes shine with a bright mind on the rhyme grind
High crimes when you write lines on the side lines
Eyes blind to the rhymes lined like a pipeline
Prime time, a lifeline to the rhyme mimes
Eyes shine with a bright mind on the rhyme grind
High crimes when you write lines on the side lines
Eyes blind to the rhymes lined like a pipeline