freestle
this right here is first class material
im on an killing spree like a serial
its a miracle gettin up from this lyrical smash
these are writings of viking
on poetical hiking trina reach the summit...
im in the league of poetic legends
you are a neophyte dont think you stand a chance
c4 verse aimed to blow your brains
feed my wolves the remains
i intend to make clothes with your skin
thats a victory sign ,its ritual practice for every win
habitual tactics clearing the field till its clean
something to flex my mind
i been having a writers block !
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