I think Sir Gaunt is an alien. A being from a place that we can't even imagine. He is so advanced that our puny brains can't fully digest his words of wisdom. So we make fun of him in a pathetic attempt to cover up our own insecurities and earthly faults.
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Or maybe he's just incredibly fucking idiotic. I can't even make fun of him properly because that involves reading his posts. This is an uphill battle and I'm out of breath.
Annux's achilles heal has been found! Be an insolent, ignorant, clueless, idiotic, narcisistic, egotistic moron who doesn't know a penis from his anus (they spend too much time together for him to differentiate). Yes... we must mass produce these bottom feeders as to destroy the Annux syndicate. We just need to make sure that they have automated self-destruct once the mission is accomplished (who really wants these people to continue on living?).
The individual, a prisoner. Humanity holding the key to the opression. Everyone a prisoner, holding a portion of the whole truth. And so the enigma perpetuates. Insentient, lifeless. Grinning mockingly at its creators through its cold, inanimate lips.
-Dys
Its proves my theory that mullets and the internet can infact provide hours of family fun.
The individual, a prisoner. Humanity holding the key to the opression. Everyone a prisoner, holding a portion of the whole truth. And so the enigma perpetuates. Insentient, lifeless. Grinning mockingly at its creators through its cold, inanimate lips.
-Dys
Rapping against me is like choosin to loose
I come at you too hard leavin a scare and a bruise
And when it comes down to you gainst me ill make it easy to see
That the raps you talk look like a casualty
You just stood up then got shot down I take you pound for pound
And still out do you,
cause when it comes to rymes im a rap guru
Burnt blunts of junk make u smellin like a skunk
Get yur gat im fitten ta pop the trunk
Get my fourtay and even my a-k
Im bout to fire up this parlay
Mind Reaper on the mic so you know these raps are tight
And always origonal, my blunt got you straight critical
I got your girl on the phone I gotta take this call
She need a man thats tall, in areas you cannot ball
U aint no player, not even na dope ryme sayer
I make you say some prayers,
So next time you roll down my street remember yur in the west
Watch yo back u neva know when u targeted, betta get a vest
This is only a sample an I can already trample anything you bring
U dont have to look like a king, or have to say bling bling
49ers got 5 rings, bout to make it 6
Frisco even take you on with Bonds stick
We just to slick for the ice in the fuckin shark tank
San Jose betta break yo selve for yo shoes and some bank
Did I remind you I like to smoke dank?
Better recognize, a G when he's spotted
In yo mind so deep make you blood get clotted
So now that you have all the clues
You can choose to loose just remember I bruise
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