Freestyle slasher
Kristofer Clinetrack slashin, slaughter these niggaz, blood frenzy for thirst, never enough to be fully quenching. withdrawals of teeth gritty-_, mouth watering, simple intake of substanance, fullfills my charge to full state, but lately running empty and wild, beast roaming free from controlled weights, ways turning switchblades into thin waves of hatred stockpiled thickpacken ageless days of frozen memories flakin, off the mind backtrackin, path scaping, long journeys of the lost mind, tried most to be left behind. past caught up, the best of my soldier action freight of my human persona, physically_ mentally, all in all, existencefully, torn n shredded, decapitated, no head left so any path takin now left blindly walking, untreaded. turned flipside down reversive hind sight blasting into future sences making my mind expensive with confidence and self worth but also not so much cartooned and angelically describable as biblical times had me idolize, now chaotic slasher thrills of headless wanders walking the world thoughtless as me now, selfish but like my idol i now renowned, the joker made Gatham see even the highest of Godly spiritual and highly elected as the cities top God Sided Righteous Children manageable, Can and Will allways be the Head Holster holding the weapon that shoots n drops all thirst qenching values of faces of the coasters of life if they were steady glasses of water on tables space mat places. slaughtered dreams, babymama love hate on in-between, daughter 7 months developed in womb, Son Ean i Gained as a Son, for the love of whom she took from me and ledt noone but no reasoning to the whole picture, daughter is three now, and todays baby mamas birthday, off grid hidden, to scared of facing the truth of the situation, cuz she knows id slash house splatter slaughter the whole congregation backing her lies keeping me from my son n daughter, no hesitation, no thoughts but once never twice, id gamble the outcome if deadly ghosting whispers, id call her for sure a serpenetined snake slithering through every possible bad choice lifes gathered her to offer, no choice left but whats right, no more living with clear conscious without letting me meet my daughter, cuz im bringing down the house, full throttle hash bashes of distraught i brought er.
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