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-Each1 Teach1-of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
Saying BKP aint the fliest thing flexin is like saying the government aint lying bout 9-11...
Cú Chulainn - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
It's like sayin' Divinity's numeration ain't Seven... or Heaven ain't the seven plus two inch connection to my erection. Don't let the smooth taste fool ya', or judge a tome by it's complexion... it'll take a silver bullet to stop the anaphylactic venom injection. Against a brass knuckle polar bear, I recommend an elephant gun, for ya' protection. Why ya' stickin' ya' neck out? You ain't heard o' Natural Selection? Get ya' Windsor undone, like the tie from a Colombian around ya' kneck'n... I keep steppin', eyes open, awareness beyond your comprehension. It's like misjudging my cultural, historical collection, makin' the first move, lettin' my bishop rebuke you like a diagonal blessin'... correction, lobotomizing your ignorance feels better than sexin'...
-Each1 Teach1-of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
we respond with good intentions, as he said, natural selection..each and every direction is touched with perfection...egos lay limp like non-erections, failing to make connections like shorts in wired sections...schematics redrafted properly, i rock it, they drop it awkwardly, dramatic is the exposure of faggots talking improperly...so smashem' just follows logically...
Cú Chulainn - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
The Savagery demolishes the Mockery. S-A-double-V, savved out until The Apocaly... Ya' acolytes get sacrificed for knockin' me. If the proof is in the pudding, then trannies in stockings... get made from the men, I mean mice, of the opposition that be stalkin' me. B-K-P's the Devil's Kitchen, we serve it up, hellishly hot, schmorgesborg-colossally. I'm Cú Chulainn, the Hound of Culan, there's no blockin' me. I'mma barezark, my ríastrad rips through ya' armory. I silence all John Do's and Johnny Devil's. Get behind me Satan, don't talk to me... I remain fortis et stabilis, there's no after-shockin' me. It's gotta' be the shoes - no, it's the God in me.
ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
We've come to destroy and rebuild, we avoid these toys of Troy, within the walls of our guild, so stay out of the presence of the great, I saw through your false pretense from the gate, with your complimentary ways, and presents that are fake, you peasants can wait, upon the BK Crew Lords, we labor and move forward, to fulfill blessed destinies . Think you're skilled enough to flex' on me? Inevitable catastrophe, Brass Knuckles to smash your scene, dream team, a common sight, but alas unseen, the Assassin's creed, only I am the master of me, so bastards please, go'on hide behind your Trojan horse, we stand ready with liquid frozen swords, while you cower in you fort alone, your home, anonymity's defenses will not hold, keep talkin bold, I come with an underline, to undermine, you unrefined, flu infested swine, I come invested in mine, tested through time, best of his kind, next thing to divine, because of my dangerous mind, born sinner, and I'm paying the fine, sworn winner, when I stay on the grind.
-Each1 Teach1-of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
we keep it ground like beef, teachem to think before they speak in the presence of a sheik, top rope is how i drop it atomic in disbelief..you want it? but want it weak? sorry yer souls incomplete..best to kick it with the chickens and maybe hang on to yer beak..."but they listen when i speak!" sit down and go grab a drink, rethink the angle of approach, you fuckin geek...yer bloggin is hella boring, but you get yer blog on.. i guess we all need a forum, like you need something to slob on...
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