70114, shots fired Posted by forte, Tue Aug-21-07 09:51 AM
Some say you only see what your soul reflects Some say you only seek what your soul neglects So you sought me, and I’m hardly amused by your candor ‘cause your artistry, is most laudably pure propaganda your green wit’ it, I’m John Henry with hammers I’m mean witted, armed with envy and grammar I preach to the masses of individual asses Spiritless assassins set on changing flesh to ashes You built your nest on magic, and I, on the backs of those who had it If you’re shits fire, then I’m the atom that gave you static
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