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Competition Entry by Amani (Guest)

Submit Date: 2009-07-10 13:38:24

Entry:

I'm a parasite on the poker table stackin up these chips
I'll block your shine like a solar eclipse
Not on your venue's menu but a lyrical assassin be prepared for the assault
Come at me it's your own fault, hit em with verbal daggers leave em on the asphault
Call the ambulance, ya boy's more frosty than a malt
My words are more dangerous than a typhoon in the Phillipines
R.I.P. to all the victims that thought life was all about green
It's ugly like like a Mexican factory with abuse oh so mean
Because moneys the root of evil produces more fiends
If I get rooted down I'll bounce back up like a trampoline
So I'll rise pass the smoke and atmosphere and up more
And go up to Heaven to live with the Lord