The Black Dragons put me up to this, since this flow is the Lin Kuei, so I can finally dap up the Triads.
Matthew 6:24
Wishes, wishes, death to all snitches.
And Ye bitch be here, when I'm not, so ur in the clear.
With ur mind in a state a fear, to absorb ur hurt.
So to finish this stanza, we'll call you "Kurt".
And it's Kurt that's in Hell, and you got ur ma
Ashes to ashses, the rations, and the rashes.
To be abrasive, and rash, but on time.
If you can't do the time, don't do the crime.
Her skin is sweet, but ur bitch lil' Bo Peep.
To slither, and creep, this is the "Forbidden Fruit."
There's more
I'm rewriting this blog because "new" things came up. And this all happened because of my twinflame. She seems to be at peace with her father being deceased, and she wants to inherit what both the Summer Triangle, and Orion Constellation have to offe
The Green Eggs and Ham, the descendent of Sam-I-Am.
To compute like ram, are we still havin April Showers?
To bloom like a flower with the foot on the gas.
And it's ashes to ashes, your (g)od came in last.
But to blast from the past, here is ur present.
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On the low, low, back up flow, this the Show.
Got to go, go, yo, to walk, you's a dog.
To call when called, to fall, you's a clown.
And this ain't lost and found, and now it's my town.
Now time to bring the heat and bless the spiritual serm.
To live my second life, happily ever after.
The Land Before Time, the prelude, the next chapter.
We use to do the F-22 Raptor.
All jokes aside, but we promote laughter.
Now the Loch Ness, the risk, this the new blood oath.
To inherit both, both
At the penancle, 2 years in, was 9/11 a grave sin?
Now come, let me lead you by the hand, the Sands of Time, the fan.
With the breeze, the fan, and we doin the Space Jam.
Now we're confused thinkin' Cam was at the helm.
And you think I gave a fuck abo
