I’m the Wyshmasta don’t you know
Step to me and I will snatch your soul
Look at all these haters on parade
They’re throwing tomatoes and I’m tossing grenades
You can take that shade and that hate
And stuff it all the way up your ass homie, I don’t break!
I say let it rain, bring on the pain!
Like Steve Rogers say, I can do this all day
That which is eternal can not die
And if you think you can kill me your welcome to try
But I won’t sit idly by
A ball bat, I grab that and swat a fly
Feel free to spread the word
Run tell that, let those feelings disperse
Tell them you came in here running your cocksucker and got hurt
And you’ve done nothing to me but get blood on my shirt
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
And I’m not alone homie, I am Legion
So if you want to continue to poke at the demon
Just think of all the friends and family you’ll be leaving
Unlike my hair line I won’t be receding
And if you think you can stop me go ahead and keep dreaming
I keep on rising like the Phoenix Of lore
And your just one more obstacle I must step over before I soar
LukeCoomer ©
- Author: LukeCoomer ( Offline)
- Published: January 28th, 2018 16:55
- Category: Unclassified
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