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**Shodan** · #2 12-01-2014, 01:54 AM

I. Destroyed. Jessica's home was a box on the curb...
She'd never spoken a lot of the hurt, never told an adult or a court
No love from her parents, crack addicts, or smoking the chronic and herbs
Most days they wouldn't even know that their daughter was born
But if they saw her, she'd be beat with a hose or assaulted with birch
Sometimes she tried to remove her focus from problems with porn
Filed-away memory, when they were opened her conscious was burned
She'd been pimped out when she was only a toddler of four
It left an uncontrollable trauma of sorts
Life was all flashbacks, this mental torture was hard to endure
Hours wasted away in her motionless sobs on the floor
Barely out of middle school already broken in body and soul

II. Reassembled. She was hungry, needed food, just stolen a box from the store
Suddenly she saw a boy strolling along with his shorts
And a photo of a cross on his shirt, he asked me if I was alone and I want to converse
I said yes, he sat down, and asked me why I'm broke and my father is poor
No wait for a reply, he blamed it on the socialist, communist whores
Claimed every Jewish broker's the cause at the core
And everyone who goes into politics works to make the global economy worse
Put us in private prisons, the motive is profit of course
And let foreign filth in to lower our culture to dirt
But we, the proud, can resist, we're the owners, the dominant force
I opened up my soul and I started to search
I understood it all, he asked if I would go to their conclave at church

III. Repetition. There was no church. I realized he was an informant that targets the poor
I heard him laugh to another... there was no invasion, just the most antisocial of cops on the force
He showed me a badge on his chest that was molded from copper and gold
"Welcome to prison, bitch, a mark on my quota is all that you're worth"

**Shodan** · 12-01-2014, 01:54 AM

I. Destroyed. Jessica's home was a box on the curb...
She'd never spoken a lot of the hurt, never told an adult or a court
No love from her parents, crack addicts, or smoking the chronic and herbs
Most days they wouldn't even know that their daughter was born
But if they saw her, she'd be beat with a hose or assaulted with birch
Sometimes she tried to remove her focus from problems with porn
Filed-away memory, when they were opened her conscious was burned
She'd been pimped out when she was only a toddler of four
It left an uncontrollable trauma of sorts
Life was all flashbacks, this mental torture was hard to endure
Hours wasted away in her motionless sobs on the floor
Barely out of middle school already broken in body and soul

II. Reassembled. She was hungry, needed food, just stolen a box from the store
Suddenly she saw a boy strolling along with his shorts
And a photo of a cross on his shirt, he asked me if I was alone and I want to converse
I said yes, he sat down, and asked me why I'm broke and my father is poor
No wait for a reply, he blamed it on the socialist, communist whores
Claimed every Jewish broker's the cause at the core
And everyone who goes into politics works to make the global economy worse
Put us in private prisons, the motive is profit of course
And let foreign filth in to lower our culture to dirt
But we, the proud, can resist, we're the owners, the dominant force
I opened up my soul and I started to search
I understood it all, he asked if I would go to their conclave at church

III. Repetition. There was no church. I realized he was an informant that targets the poor
I heard him laugh to another... there was no invasion, just the most antisocial of cops on the force
He showed me a badge on his chest that was molded from copper and gold
"Welcome to prison, bitch, a mark on my quota is all that you're worth"

12-01-2014, 01:54 AM	#2
Shodan One Bar Champion Ranked Audio Record 2 Won / 4 Lost Ranked Text Record 111 Won / 71 Lost Exclusive Text Record 3 Won / 6 Lost Join Date: Jan 2014 Voted: 35 audio / 1023 text Posts: 2,963 Mentioned: 1226 Post(s) Tagged: 61 Thread(s)	I. Destroyed. Jessica's home was a box on the curb... She'd never spoken a lot of the hurt, never told an adult or a court No love from her parents, crack addicts, or smoking the chronic and herbs Most days they wouldn't even know that their daughter was born But if they saw her, she'd be beat with a hose or assaulted with birch Sometimes she tried to remove her focus from problems with porn Filed-away memory, when they were opened her conscious was burned She'd been pimped out when she was only a toddler of four It left an uncontrollable trauma of sorts Life was all flashbacks, this mental torture was hard to endure Hours wasted away in her motionless sobs on the floor Barely out of middle school already broken in body and soul II. Reassembled. She was hungry, needed food, just stolen a box from the store Suddenly she saw a boy strolling along with his shorts And a photo of a cross on his shirt, he asked me if I was alone and I want to converse I said yes, he sat down, and asked me why I'm broke and my father is poor No wait for a reply, he blamed it on the socialist, communist whores Claimed every Jewish broker's the cause at the core And everyone who goes into politics works to make the global economy worse Put us in private prisons, the motive is profit of course And let foreign filth in to lower our culture to dirt But we, the proud, can resist, we're the owners, the dominant force I opened up my soul and I started to search I understood it all, he asked if I would go to their conclave at church III. Repetition. There was no church. I realized he was an informant that targets the poor I heard him laugh to another... there was no invasion, just the most antisocial of cops on the force He showed me a badge on his chest that was molded from copper and gold "Welcome to prison, bitch, a mark on my quota is all that you're worth" __________________ I'm retired from LetsBeef. Spoiler for Ya Boi's Signature: Spoiler for My punches hit you like: Spoiler for GIF, courtesy of NOBLE: Spoiler for A wise man once said: "Wtf are yaw readin nigga this nigga dont even make ssince and have the niggas who comment be garbage but tryna give at vice i been in real battles for money and won i haven't seen not one hot verse on here accept maybe a couple yaw some fuckin haters o. Me i punch this nigga like a speed bag smoked boots" - space_dabree, discussing the outcome of his battle with Shodan. Spoiler for More words of wisdom: "Your iq is too low to vote on my shit. Grab ddthabeast, take some literacy courses, get hooked on phonics and come talk to me then." - Teeteegee, discussing a fair vote left which Shodan left on a battle of his. Spoiler for ILLoKWENT's declaration of love: "fuck off lil faggit.. before i tare your dick off , and shove it up your dads ass while your slut of a mom makes a home video documenting the whole situation as your sister masturbates to mozart.capeesh?" The first person to notice the existence of this line of text and PM me about it is entitled to 50 of the credits on my account. Let's see how long this stays undiscovered. - Added May 1, 2019 - EDIT: Good job Culture for finding this on May 11, 2019! Faster than expect. Prize now rescinded. Will remove this sometime... - ILLoKWENT, in response to a rhetorical question. Spoiler for More love from illokwent: "Because he lacks any form of maturity to do grown folk stuff... And u can quote me on that.." - Read, and then sigged.
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