HANGOVERRRRRRRRR

Nov 26, 2005 12:38

[Ikon the Hologram]
Open the gates of Midian
For the fangs like the flesh
Three cyborgs that bang like 'Ladesh
We hang the best
Spit venom until your face burn
Yet the critics are parasitic like a tape worm
The hate burn, scathe the urn of a Buddhist
Snake turn and fake yearns, the kiss of Judas
We take lives with knives steady abusing ya
With the vicious intentions of denting your uvula
Bruising ya with `text of a Harvard class
Ikon will smash into shards of glass
To reform into a whirlwind of sand
Then reborn into the word Hologram
A solid man with plans to intwine matter
Mind splatter from the grind of my divine hammer
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