Black Flood((( Freestyle Battle Spoken Word ))) : Def Poetry

Here I go

As I light the black candles of I am

Wicked in my state of self conscious mind.

Let me give sight to the blind

That a black flood storm of fuck you in tar

Blood going to soak you in due time.

Here I go walking the machetes of

Nightmare on Elm Street.

Do you taste the earth quakes of my

Abstract concrete? Because when

I slice your veins and watch you die

And take a puff of my nicotine high

Rock a bye bay be

I just baptized my sanity

Why toasting cheers to the fruit punch of your blood please

Don’t approach me with your whats up are

Your damn cuz

I just shot you down in the name of emotions Plasma

You bitter sick twisted minded bitch

Drama country Alabama

This here is my spoken word grammar

I blow torch your skin with

It’s all over

As I num yo ho ran kay yo you

With my abused Tina Turner

Style flow

As I kill your loneliness

Just please don’t be a groupie

Keep it movin because

You really don’t want to

Approach me

Are go to your grave

By keep

Sending your strangers after me

Can you just please go take a nap 

And give me some leave me alone

Are you will be floating in my murderous

River zone of a

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