Story of an Ang3lA Poem by BLitZeDHe can catch it, Steel from the ratchet, Trim his top, F**k a tomahawk, Gimme a hatchet, Maybe a rusty ax, Some gas, And a box of matches, Add in a Jason mask an ill show you some sad s**t. This is the death of another tag, Tag ripped like a soul from a body, sooo... I'm no longer a SoLDjA, No longer a GHOSt, Not even BLitZ3D, This is OM3Ga AGG3L0s, Grab the bull by the horns because i got horns like a bull. Just missing the right side, it was ripped from my skull. I bear the scares of a warrior, earned in full. If the horn ain't enough, check the bent up halo. I play 4 both sides , Stand tall and Creep low. Quick to burn threw ya, an slow smoking a O. Always been Alpha, I liked to play that part. Now i'm out-casted, a choice made in my heart, Because if u think for a second that bravos made a move, You didn't stand a chance from the start. Every things been planned out. I dug my own grave an covered it with a f*****g tarp, Only move your making is one into a trap, Jeronomo, a precaution, to cover my tracks. A hunter cant hunt whats hunting him back. The classic story of how opposites attract. An when your attacked, Like a zombie to a Hashin, A cat to a rat, A bat to a rat. A gangster with a bat to a rat, 22. threw the black to land in the back of the rats back for ratting behind your back like a rat, Call that echo location, An that rat bagged up in the trash, dispatched naked to an undisclosed destination © 2015 BLitZeDReviews
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9 Reviews Added on May 30, 2015 Last Updated on November 24, 2015 AuthorBLitZeDNew Jersey Devil, FLAbouti give them the plans i drew up with thoughts methodically calculated and so intricately placed , every outcome was accounted for and algebraically related. f*****g statistically graced, like .. more..Writing
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