SEASON 16 FINALS TOURNAMENT: KING PRINCE VS HIGHENGINECHIEF ***OPEN FOR VOTES***

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@King Prince @HighEngineChief

in this bitch

In.

New Troll, Same Troll Mistakes



I feel like fuck you every day another middle finger waving in your coldcasefile fACES
I’m a dragon and a racist in a kukluxklan Mercedes mowing down your wetback babies
You can’t stop me now from saying any vile and depraved thing I can think up in a daydream
I turn on the tube and take in every breath from Mother Satan said, “Boy this world is amazing,
Like a little blue pill. You thought I wasn’t gon’ take it?!” Jack my dick in masters basement
Rub my red hot balls against the cold steel bars of this old cage it’s been a long two thousand
Years and I’ve been waiting on the day I could spring from the ground and take drift clear up
Into space to turn around at the whole human race and watch Poseidon’s whirlpool drown em
Hitting up your Twitter daily tell your sister I’m a rapist in a cosby sweater crouching
In the bushes taking pictures of her naked in the shower I might traipse in through the window
Mush her face against the tile and tell that bitch if she don’t pop that pussy open I’ll use pliers
Caked in clown makeup and smiles in the back yard with candycoatedxanys waiting for a child
On Facebook posting comments why your mother died of cancer is cause Jesus hates the Irish
Dancing on her grave in Hammer pants and I could go for miles bitch I think I just ate a tire
I think my brain is made of fire know my heart is made of iron I might drown inside the tub
I can feel the water rising and my double cup runneth over the drugs just keep on piling
And my nose is lined in dust and I can hear my daughter crying don’t you kill my buzz enough
I’m on Twitter talking violence fell asleep inside a stripper I got glitter on my eyelids
DM everyone some dick pics and the dicks ain’t even mine bitch but I’m still gon’ bust my nut
And my daughter is still crying I don’t ever get to sleep I’m swerving all over the highway
Needles stuffed between the seats tweeting don’t text me while you’re driving
All I see is TV screens boy all I see is blank-faced status changes floating through the mire
Try to poke you so you like them that shit’s aimless all I want to do is stoke another fire
If my daughter don’t shut up I’ll knock that hoe up out her diapers what’s a cobra to a viper
It don’t matter what you call me all that matters is I’ll bite you photoshop my dick inside you
I don’t know how else to be and I got pictures in my mind I don’t want no one else to see
You block my ass I uninvite you fucking vampire or lycan every diatribe I ever tweet
Retweet my shit again I’ll beat your grandma ass dead in the street
S.O.E! S.O.E! Bitch I shit on everything I’ll hotlinebling your hot teenage dyslexic niece
Baby jesus daddy is just tryna get his dick wet please stop fucking screaming for at least
Three fucking minutes bitch I mean it let me finish on her titties pop a bottle let it breathe
I’m in my feelings get the fuck up out of here and let me be we talking business let me preach
Joy far beyond heaven’s reach is in this pill and once I sniff it god have mercy on your children
All I see is TV screens boy all I see is un-dead filth still staring down and so bewildered
At their phones I’m the abyss that’s starring back at you on twitter creeping on your little sister
Get defensive and I’ll snap that bitches neck in sharp ass splinters and let my sharks dab up in her
I’ma lock her in the car and leave the engine on up in it so she chokes on gas emissions
Long live the trolls and now we’re burning all our bridges fuck compassion and forgiveness
Give me fascism and bitches I’ma fuck your little sister lick her asshole like it’s dinner
Your pussy is cold and rancid in fact it has colon cancer your pussy look like the Gremlins
Your hole got a rope that drop down a cave where MC Ren is with Flavor Flav playing spades
Against DougE Fresh and that fine white bitch from Ace of Base your pussy feel like detention
Everyone on twitter knows that I’m the one you don’t mess with I will take a Gr-r-r-eat
Shit on every one of y’alls breakfast I’m the son of God sent to give you all your last lesson
You ain’t never meant shit to anybody but your selves and there is nothing you can say
To stop the rising up from Hell that rips into your mortal plane and swallows back all of you

devils...



(Come here! Didn't I tell your little ass to
Shut up while daddy's talking?)

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"Tools of Conformity"
From birth, we decide to follow a standard we've accepted as right
the views of another's sight, therefore we've rejected the light
obscured eyes become a faulty source of the lessons they write
fictitious stories fed to us as a reflection of life

Am I to believe that these Happy Days of Our Lives lead to Wonder Years?
and that Jason, not Dora and the Wonders Pets is the one to fear
well I've said Candyman five hundred fifty-five times still no one's appeared
can't get my child to listen, yet everyday Spongebob's in their fuckin ear
but I left my imagination in Foster's Home, what remains is a cautious soul
innocent lives taken everyday at the hands of your Paw Patrol
it was the same in my youth...
I too was distracted by our square friend's tales then
poison powder ushered in by the mail man and I was too busy focusing on becoming quail man
until I realized that the sands of life keep flowing when the tale ends
so your stories are only half truths with no tellings of the tail end
I'm sayin, if Monica's marriage fails, are Ross and Chandler still Friends?
as the reels spin, our attention's the Deadliest Catch they can reel in
how could you ever expect to learn The Facts of Life without grasping life
in Hell's Kitchen, chin inches above the assassin's knife
the Empire has made us peasants, The Walking Dead, simply zombified
victims of a sublime design, a stagnant flock in the fathers eyes
we have corruption running rampant and other actual scandals
buried under who sits and stands for your national anthem
these Tom and Jerry games you play, all your laughable antics
we watch the news seeking the truth and find the facts that you planted
listen...
you cant cover up What's Happening on the bottom just cause you name a show Good Times
and The First 48 is never the first 48 of any hood crime
the struggle for Power is real, but every man cut from that cloth knows that the power's in steel
still us surrendering our viewership leaves power instilled
all of you couch potatoes are food for the taking, you fools have been Taken
opened your home without establishing any Rules of Engagement
your consciousness forever trapped within their tools of containment
on the Outer Limits of reality, the cruelest of places
your overseer ever watching, not the usual face
the ones who brought you there were puppets, merely used and replaced
...
do you know how many teen moms have been created by Teen Mom
or how many episodes of The Wire has robbed us of high school phenoms
but rather than dream on, we'd rather cling on
to another's sweat and success and use it as a crutch to lean on
watching their every life decision, thinking they pawns when we pawns
cause aint no reason in hell you should be up 2am watching ping pong
your being manipulated and you don't even know it

Conformity
I truly wish that I could tell you I avoided the trap
see my individuality makes me apart of a pack
a target at that, but I hardly have a mark on my cap
they just invent seductive ways to try calling me back
I've been to that other plane, it almost caused me to crack
I'm a survivor of the system, mind partly intact