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Martyna Maselskyte
24/F/Ireland    I write poems for song inspiration
johannes masemene
johannesburg    i like to write since i start 2012 it make me fill comfotable and happy
Masedi
Imagination    Cancer Sun , Libra Moon

Poems

Yeah it's one shot one ****

Plottin' against my enemies will soon to be killed
Bullets feedin' ya last meal
Dope rhymes sedatin' like pharmacy pills
Since hataz got no chill heads I'll drill  now you leakin' out like oil spills
Or a radiator angelic caters none could create a
Flows nasty as mine poppin' a multiplicity of shells I'm one of a kind
Thoughts intertwined  
****** into a demons intervention contenders in suspension from the soul lynching
Caught in the realms of heaven and hell & you can smell
The ashes burning fermentin'
time runnin' slower than molasses
My murders be classic enemies dramatic causin' static
Shoot more than Bird combined with Magic
Workin' my Johnson on the tracks tonsils sittin' as a hip hop consul underground magul  
**** longer than Repunzels hair follicles
Cookin' up sigils into a *** of gold no rainbow snortin' sir nose
D'void of Funk rattlin' the earth from the bass in my trunk blazin' skunks
Abraxas I'm embracin' one of my goetias when facin' ain't no replacin'
Fools givin' chase
and to tastes of demonic faces
My flows replenish like **** laces
Blunts turn into ashes dump it out on the masses
Epidemic mase deaden your pace hazardous like toxic waste
Adversaries don't wanna face
Off like Nicolas to Travolta livin' in an ultra violent culture
Cleatin' into ya flesh I be the stalkin' Vulture mulchin' ya
'til ya
  A dissembled particle blank photo in the article from curvin' emcees with my surgical
lyrical sickle stare into ya eyes as the blood trickles
Down ya body you easily brickled rhymes artificial
My soul sour as a pickle no tickles
Could move me or influence thee my legacy
Lay cinematography like A. Hitchcock in the 50s huh
Ya soon to be a death reel for thrills
Rememeber
All I need is one shot one **** forreal!!!!
Jennise  Jun 2015
Awkwardly Me
Jennise Jun 2015
Awkwardly awkward
Awkwardly me

Walking at 4am
Through the treacherous streets
Equipped with mase
In hand and at ease

Awkwardly awkward
Awkwardly me

Lack of sleep
Lack of time
Nothing but madness
Madness of all kinds

Drearily drifting
Lonely, its true
Love that is lost
Dreaming of you

A mind of mine own
Don't worry I'm fine
Gone mad but still sane
A madness sublime

Not another to fathom
So blissfully sweet
Awkwardly awkward
Awkwardly me