Bring Me One Who Can Champion God

the man stood up and executed the challengers with vocal bullets.one after another they came asking kindly for the man with a seasoned,leather face to leave the arena for he was a disturbance. Now I, stooped in my eagles eye den locked onto the subject forgetting the main purpose why i'm in the arena in the first place. The final challenger came in, a skinny,acne-ridden manager. "Sir you must leave" she said. "Fuck you!" he replied. "You cant budge the coming of christ! Bring me one who can champion god!"
this man made my month.

what does it take to make you scream

o dayum yo ass is steezy

you stylish bastards,

یکی برای من بیاورید که می تواند قهرمان خدا

im stuck in the midst of a mental war

make sure the king wont grant the dead man one more day

let's go out and see darling
what shines tonight
and temper your dream about the dying horse
with traffic, noise, and light
and somewhere the soft-handed boys,
bleeding hearts, and worker bees
give to the holy mother begging change
Christ across her knees

and oh how she prays to find a man to blame
for every loveless night she waits
and for every gun that she frowned upon
but still some fucker made
and then for the kid beneath the balcony
behind the garbage can
who waits for the king to come
and hold his sweating hand

What We Live 4

the homie peebee throws down on the blog What We Live 4.
the illest of ill,
scope his shit,you wont be disappointing. click on the title to mob to it

Brad-a-palooza

happy birthday my maan,
twass a rich night,lotta ill homies showed up,lotta lost faces found,home of the og suppa blunt hah
caant wait for the 2nd annual brad-a-palooza

One Common Word

yo scoope these thundacats out,
straight smashin beats left n right,
the squad:smurf,leadfinger,crooks,badmouth, and shamen.
stay villainous
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