To My Stalker

Sep 28, 2006 15:22

you've cast a wonderful spell on me.

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rtell September 28 2006, 20:36:53 UTC
I never cast spells. Rip Tell only raps tales
about the dirt I leave behind with my cash trails.
Where facts fail, I won't be passing nothing new,
I'll only form lies that's discovered to be true.
It's something I do in my spare time whenever I hear rhymes.
Let it be known that you should fear mine.
My poetics kinetic with the potential
to move faster than Ferrari engines in a Sentra.
Put your knees on the ground, and beg for the pain to stop.
Empty containers drop when I fill your brain with shots.
When days are hot, I don't use the cold steel reserve.
I use the words that my whole meal deserves.
Eat it. Taste it. Like night, it's all-stars left.
Top of the line dishes by a four-star chef.
Drunk off the Molson straight, raw, hard sex
with the cold, hard cash. Not the cold, hard checks.
I know Art's next with the flows. Mark this
as the day that the verse will never be artless.

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anonymous September 30 2006, 16:33:08 UTC
a spell that binds us and intertwines us in a world of endless love
~stalker

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