One man militia, world against a cloned
soldier.
Holder of a boulder carried on a boned
shoulder.
I know they're after me, head against a
holster.
Push and shove, have me against walls
like posters.
Decoyed in a gunrange, for promotional
use.
Might as well put my head through a
intentional noose.
I'm running from my own motherfuck'n
shadow.
Hiding behind the visible low grass of a
meadow.
I am a nightmare so they don't scare to
frighten.
I'm packing heat, stacking feet. Dare to
tighten,
my own hangman's rope, scope straight
to the head.
I've been escaping so this time around
i'm prepared.
Still on my own, but i have explosives for
the dead.
I be standing, handling my weapon 'til war
is declared.
In a squared room, my bombs are round
as they lay readily.
Fearing no man, tombstones from mc's
pave a way steadily.
Liars all plot as fires are shot, but it is
now too late.
Back and forth like a metronome, rhymers
can't relate.
I run behind trees and bushes, moving in
silence.
Don't question the violence, it's hard
without alliance.
Heads are twisted, leads are tilted in
gangster's style.
Don't doubt the hand with a pen, my
strangler's pile.
Blood is shed all over the place, like skin
from a snake.
I have to sabotage the throne with
chrome for it's sake.
I won the earnest battles, no more
serpent rattles, no more carnage.
Pity for the resting stales, without
detesting smells the bodies i salvage.
The golden chair is mine, everything is
fine now. I take the seating.
Comfortable leading from a ready trigger
happy hand for a beating.
This is what stashes of mc's dreams about
every night in torment.
Absorbent sponge for the blood, use their
heads as an adornment.
I faced my rivals, amazed at all the
fucking blazed serpentine.
From trees, to paper, to pencils from all
this phased turpentine.

Nellofficial: One man militia, world against a cloned
soldier.
Holder of a boulder carried on a boned
shoulder.
I know they're after me, head against a
holster.
Push and shove, have me against walls
like posters.
Decoyed in a gunrange, for promotional
use.
Might as well put my head through a
intentional noose.
I'm running from my own motherfuck'n
shadow.
Hiding behind the visible low grass of a
meadow.
I am a nightmare so they don't scare to
frighten.
I'm packing heat, stacking feet. Dare to
tighten,
my own hangman's rope, scope straight
to the head.
I've been escaping so this time around
i'm prepared.
Still on my own, but i have explosives for
the dead.
I be standing, handling my weapon 'til war
is declared.
In a squared room, my bombs are round
as they lay readily.
Fearing no man, tombstones from mc's
pave a way steadily.
Liars all plot as fires are shot, but it is
now too late.
Back and forth like a metronome, rhymers
can't relate.
I run behind trees and bushes, moving in
silence.
Don't question the violence, it's hard
without alliance.
Heads are twisted, leads are tilted in
gangster's style.
Don't doubt the hand with a pen, my
strangler's pile.
Blood is shed all over the place, like skin
from a snake.
I have to sabotage the throne with
chrome for it's sake.
I won the earnest battles, no more
serpent rattles, no more carnage.
Pity for the resting stales, without
detesting smells the bodies i salvage.
The golden chair is mine, everything is
fine now. I take the seating.
Comfortable leading from a ready trigger
happy hand for a beating.
This is what stashes of mc's dreams about
every night in torment.
Absorbent sponge for the blood, use their
heads as an adornment.
I faced my rivals, amazed at all the
fucking blazed serpentine.
From trees, to paper, to pencils from all
this phased turpentine.
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BUSTED!!!

N3LL.....lyk 2 b sincere mst yha kip biting


S*m*h 4 yha ooh

dj5naira:

BUSTED!!!

chai u badt o!!

dj5naira:

BUSTED!!!

u be better seargent o....u just dey catch dis guy everytime....lwkmd
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Chrixsmithrock: N3LL.....lyk 2 b sincere mst yha kip biting


S*m*h 4 yha ooh

u don't have to blame him....we'd encourage him to improve....
@nell....u shudnt be scared to write

killsmith: u don't have to blame him....we'd encourage him to improve....
@nell....u shudnt be scared to write

see MUMU self dy talk some sense

ya ..*ah dn shw

Im too d.ope. . .only a fool would wanna sm0ke me. . .
Ma flowz so bad. . .it alm0st choked me. . .
Im bAck!!