[Season One Champ] Week 25 - Week 27 Born Deaf

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  1. Tacky Jones

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    Week 25 vs nO gOoD!

    The Denison Canvas : THE DENISON CHRONICLES II


    and when they die he knows they'll all die the same way.
    ..................................................................the same way.
    ..................................................................the same way.
    so when he paint's them with the fragrance he sprays.
    ...................................................................he sprays.
    ...................................................................he sprays.
    he sprays his masterpieces with a brush of new sorts.
    he sprays his canvas thesis with the oils of a few snorts.

    staring upon his his hollow world self created, he bases his basis...
    …a face with willowing cheeks, dribbling speaks his taint lips...
    whatever he paints is, it just is. a regular crumb biz...
    …a dumb crack*r bum on a ritz over his strung bridge…
    ridges of drifted oils in monotone glory telling his story….
    …a gory visage of a collage, clotted with shaded spots...
    blots the sniffs of hormone shifts atop shirt tops…
    …a fireworks of aroma, a life gradually blown in…
    to a wind brushed against the fabrics softly sewn in…
    …moaning swift whiffs blowing atonement in single toning...
    no blacks, never whites, only in-betweens..
    …hated the paintbrush, those faint medieval machines…
    he felt they only allowed the fingers to dream…
    …and the hands to follow the wrists of screams...
    gripping the shrills of life's ill's with the frills of kills…
    …spills his speckled dabs of a nose-hairs thrills...
    smell the artwork, the dark works of a killers will…
    …molded to fulfill, a common cause of pride & skill...
    ability clear as the blank skies he harshly designs…
    …partially his mind unbind a part his mind behind….
    enemy lines, spineless finds bodies speared, weird cries...
    …smeared dyes of reds, spread against heads with no necks...
    bled the battlefield, of an art he wields. he feels its his best…
    ..stress compiles unrest, weary, teary eyed & distressed…
    a mess of undressed thoughts, under where...
    ….his fear he swears he doesn't bare beneath arm-hairs…
    raises his eyebrows as his pupils plow futile dives…
    …deeper in the forest, deeper in the portrait he revives…
    with a breath of fresh air, you know his papers bare…
    …your only aware his art is there when you sniffle near..
    sneeze, achoo. but he'll never bless you, says you….
    …deserve to be etched, a limp soulless victim of his motives.
    none emotive to your devoted efforts added to hoping…
    ….your last ditch, what a bitch, he'll paint you when he gets…
    the chance, romance his tendencies to unmask his frenzies wits…
    …with a spritz of hard cologne and soft perfume…
    he'll paint a one color world of murder & doom…
    …and if you play room to his wonderland of modern man….
    you'll reach your sunset, upon a sovereign land.
    ….created by the fragrance he sprays day upon day…
    and say goodbye to the world a brand new way….

    for when they die he knows they'll die the same way.
    ............................................................the same way.
    ............................................................the same way.
    so forever he paint's them with the fragrance he sprays.
    .......................................................................he sprays.
    .......................................................................he sprays.
    he sprays his masterpieces with a brush of new sorts.
    he sprays his canvas thesis with the oils of a few snorts.

    a modern sunset of dark reds & death.
    he lets fragrance paint his imaginations footsteps….
    a modern sunset of dark reds & death.
    he lets fragrance paint his imaginations footsteps….

    ..……..To be continued...






    Topics: A modern sunset & You live in a one color world trapped in a monotone existence.

    A continuation of my verse titled "The Denison Chronicles" against Baron Mynd
    link: http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusic-...ynd-34-5-2-defenses-vs-2-mc4sight-26-8-a.html

    Thanks, & Good Luck nO gOod!

    Born Deaf wins 5-0
    http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusic-...nship-c-no-good-8-2-vs-2-born-deaf-4-0-a.html
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  2. Tacky Jones

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    Week 26 vs Cereal_Killer

    the treehouse.

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    he was a spit-shiner, grit-grinder, one fine-tuner working son of a bitch….
    …he was the tune to it's pitch, finely pinched, refined with a vibrant stitch…
    sewn in beautiful colors, smothered upon siamese twists, an identical twitch…
    …mind hitched inside a confinement designed with sticks & twigs….
    affixed with bits, of mixing flips of stories we seem to believe we did…
    …imagination oh funny thing, fixated upon this funny swing, i laugh not…
    fuck these demons, underneath the willows i dreamt of grabbing the matchbox…
    …and burn baby burn, burn baby burn. GET ME OUT THESE PADLOCKS…
    i'm mad hot, my head's tea-kettling, etching in propane adrenaline…
    …pedaling atop fires bursting, in a fickle flickering furnace forever red….
    eternities burn for those who never learn, the land of the forever dead…
    …eyes pushed out the skull forming horns, blistering & bled…
    a bloody mess in this passageway of scumbags infinitely distressed…
    …unblessed, i spy a monster, a brimstone, all bones impostor…
    soulless doctor that'll fix you a sickness, that'll stop your clockwork…
    …so please daddy no!
    don't make me go, little luther's papa scares me, he's evilly awkward…
    …everything seems out of place, daddy, somethings not proper…
    all we ever do is play in the branches, inside a willows mansion…
    …& the willow tree doesn't mind it, their just the beams that bind it…
    but the shadows behind, i always see them climbing, reaching at me…
    …till they inch so close I scream don't snatch me, bad tree. BAD TREE…
    so daddy, come on don't make me, luther's dad will spank me…
    …remove my clothes & paint me, as he tell's me he once met piccasso…
    scratched his iris's, gave him a paintbrush, & handed his canvas a poncho…
    …like staring through broken glass past a place where rain cannot go…
    scorching until no end, the fork in the bend where dead ends can't not grow…
    please daddy no! don't make me go!
    ...
    .....
    ........
    .....
    .
    ..shit kid, are you sniffing glue, you seem a bit unglued no pun intended…
    you telling me your buddies dad raped you in front of his own descendent..
    …you failed to mention, what was your friends fathers name again?..
    Mister Lucifer, oh i gotcha, so your playmates daddy is the devil?
    …luther makes you play in hells treehouse, & pretends its his temple?…
    well okay. okayyyyyy…
    …i'ma get you something, you can have two a day, it'll make luther go away…
    possibly display a taste of the truth, a luxury to tooth…
    …if you muster pass the mustard gas as i sputter past your cluttered mask….
    you fucking fag, how dare you question dad, or the portraits I dab…
    …i have the power to create fate, & flame on till armageddon…
    see son, i'm the fuck ups in your brains begging for excedrin…
    …call me pops or mr six, six, six. melt the tape off a broken crucifix…
    i fused with sticks a house of doom for you to live…
    …you stupid shit, i give you the gift of sick images to breed my spawn…
    my pawn, my little boy, mingle in the joy of evil of an offsprings lawn…
    …on top the willow branches I knew you could find your inner satin….
    so you can follow in your fathers footsteps as one of hells creations…
    …swing the necks off the weepers wooden reaches…
    a son is only what his father teaches.
    ..…..
    ..…
    .
    .
    THE END


    Born Deaf wins 3-0
    http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusic-...c-born-deaf-5-0-vs-2-cereal_killer-4-1-a.html
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    Week 27 vs Pent uP

    acid for narcissist's

    the first time i saw it, i didn't know what it was…
    …the last time i saw it, i didn't know what it was...
    a blissful buzz of an eyeballs indulgence…
    …a fistful cause of my slime ball abundance….

    a hippity hop there I flop legs flocked over the edge of my twin bed…
    …a pin head with a thin neck, narrow body, stomach beer-fed…
    beside an argument waiting to happen, you can call her my girlfriend…
    …you ever sit back and wonder what'd you do if the world ends?…
    i have…
    …over & over & over again, thrashing my brains like fucking parasites…
    i roll that pair of dice mentally, i know paradise will reach me eventually…
    …it's got to, in this dream I have it's sent to me, i know it's intentionally…
    imagination tempts me, sad i might not even make it to equal a century…
    …unless I live one hundred three sixty fives, i'll be lucky to be alive..
    i'm too mean-reclusive, fight-inducing, pushing bee's up out the hive…
    …by bee's i mean my girlfriends, you ever wonder how the world ends?
    oh wait.. I already asked that, i'm one baskets weave over curled bends…
    …but fuck it. i guess all depends on how the beans blend….
    & well….
    i like my joe average, i drink a cup every day with minimal damage…
    …sip mental refreshment, throw a vest on & join the rest who manage…
    a manic who happens to panic after snacking on suzy q's & Zanax..
    …i love breakfast, me and suzy & joe, all readied for me to cram in…
    damn guess even girlfriends are useful, at least every now & than…
    …haha, wow even I make myself laugh every now & again…
    but it's cool, she cutes, she's sexy, she's thin, plus she let me in…
    …no doorbell, just compliment how the whore smells & begin…
    it's a win-win, my kinda situation, even when I'm frequently pacing…
    …wait… where am I going, why is my kitchen shaking?
    body ache-less, plush, limp, & weightless, am I fainting….?
    …colors fading, forming circles vibrating, pupils painting…
    yellows, blacks, & greens passion bleeds upon my placid screen…
    …simple, serene…spinning around me like a washing machine…
    washing me out of reality, the white splashes me…
    …kind of a border between whats happening & calories…
    black crumbs, cream on my weak cheeks, & blood drips…
    …tryna figure out where the fuck my tongue is?…
    that dumb bitch, what kinda web have I got myself spun in…
    …humming cause I can't talk, blinking cause I can't see…
    woah how'd i end up in my pantry, mouth stuffed with panties…
    …i feel delightful, hands cuffed but i know my baby got the keys…
    i'll just stand here till i feel she's on her knees…
    …wasn't long till she began to please, regular dick tease…
    she gave it a kiss, kiss, a lick, lick, than i felt a snip, snip…
    …oh shit, SHIT!! THAT'S MY DICK BITCH!!!!…
    sick thing is...it feels mildly sensational…and warm…
    …the gush swarms, as I melt into the floor…
    i'm stuck, fucked in a color-burst versus a whore…
    …wishing i didn't see these damn circles anymore…
    and than she closed the door.

    the first time i saw it, i didn't know what it was…
    …the last time i saw it, i didn't know what it was...
    a blissful buzz of an eyeballs indulgence…
    …a fistful cause of my slime ball abundance…
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    Pent uP wins 4-2
    http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusic-...nship-c-born-deaf-6-0-vs-2-pent-up-3-0-a.html
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