If You See Me Its To Late Cuz Im A Silent Assassin With A Sick Passion A True Savage Who Spits Acid..Cuz When Im Rift Rafting s**t Happens Like While Ya Gums Flip Flapping I Whip Past You..Cuz I Flow Like The Blood On Your Murder Scene Wild Child Styles And Blood Curdling Screams..Im The Chosen Nerd With A Corroded Beam From Hosenburgs To Golden Turds Or One Who Treads On Loaded Dreams
I shall be Loved Anonymously Cuz honoestly..im a prodigy.Im not the best of what can be.but I can never be.created nor duplicated and its crazy cuz im the greatest.and to reach me means you'll have to get elevated.while contemplating,debating an waiting to hate an make move..so I can get to retaliate an..these bullets have no names Anonymously they come an splatter yo brains.now this is the part where the words breakdown.stand,deliver now take a bow.such suspense no one makes a sound.(Bl-owl)..is how it all ends now.you wonder who,what,why,how.
There's nothing really to say about me so I'm gonna use this for a poem if you don't understand it pm me I'll translate
its my lyrical phase.
on a physical blaze.
ina mystical haze.
im intangible everlasting and flammable.
my rhymes burn to your soul.
eat the heat from ya life until your body is cold.
my flow is not about rhyme.
its about meaning of words and thoughts sublime.
but the rhyme adds a nice ring.
like the feeling of never or reknown as a humanbeing.
ima entity.an icebox where 4 vents should be.
this is the end thee.
send your life into a state of emergency.
my plan will be easy.take out the ones you love.
This planet can't handle me.
I'm death to the touch.
to throats they clutch.
Occupation: Ninja,Pianist,Drummer,Artist,Comedian,Actor,Lover,Fighter, I'm possibly everything you can think of.
Who Am I?
Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant and vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [laughs] Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and My name has a "V".