Murderistic

I'm not a boxer...I'm a pinebox’em.
As Salaam Alaikum to the lake where I drop'em.

Sent’em on they way peacefully when I popped'em.
Marked'em fo death mos definitely ‘cuz I gots’em!

Ain't no playin’ possum Yes, I spray’em often.
Maybe stay and chalk’em? Demons say “I'm awesome”.

Switch up the flow. Like I’m Charlie Bronson,
used to be good now I’m bad…that has shocked'em.

When I wake up I'm arisen from a coffin
hackin’ up a mug as I'm hacking up and coughing

dro from the lungs. Hydro for the washin’
the crime scene umpteen times. Maybe daisy’s will blossom:

multiple victims liquid fertilizing the carpet.
Illest visions is nurturin’ an alternate conscious accomplice.

Malice in the stomping pit celebrates what’s accomplished.
Relieving pressure from brains by doing things how I want it.

Once I'm high off the screams I don't think I’m a stop it.
What I chose isn't logic. Been ignoring the prophets.

Not living all “gothic”, I do seem to be haunted,
all my days have been dark and my nights is atrocious!

Maybe what’s in my veins is Tyrannical toxins?
I don’t know what to do, never ran out of options.

Ran to things Jah hates instead of me being nauseous.
Not a really good person, commit murders obnoxious.

See me mopin' around looking shy and then cautious,
take more than that prayin' just to get me up off this.

Ready to aim the “H K” at the guys in the office.
Tell me how does that sound from the vain and accosted???

515 Last Bref (Pine Box'em)

She needz her mind stimulated, 
but also wants her spine inundated 
with mass amounts of tantalizing innovated 
feelingz not felt before we dated. 
I re-invigorate it....Creative ENTER-tainment. 
Pen a traded verse for her Minute-Made mix. 
Sin she came with. Blaspheming the "Higherz" 'cuz 
she over her peak gettin' dinner-plated. 
I been done ated. She bendz and swayz, 
and then she sayz "SHIT!!!" 
Shakez and tremblez mentally and then 
physically she did about 8 flips 
off a single late lick to her tender played clit.
The psychology: She locked in place
like a murderer at an arraignment.
And thas all u lamez get 
'cuz 'Quando ain't finished this beat he done made sick.

Earthquake (outtakes) (Produced by Suquando Duke) at Where You Make Bad Decisions

Written 2/19/14. Beat produced by Verb circa 2008. 
Recorded ruff via mobile phone mic. (non studio setting).

My whole genetic process has screwz loose.
Unable to decide upon the pistol, bridge or choose noose.
You hear these rhymez, but continue to refuse truthz.
Gutted via razor blade...Imma ooze juice.
Imma soothe rootz. Not just gonna knock...imma "boom" bootz, 
'cuz I gots to getz minez before the noon troops.
Before the swoons loosed, 
swarming on all who's "informed proof".
Cuz, I bee'z  wit that, but this timez for porn spoofs 
performed by amatueristic professionalz in foreign boothz.
Coming soon, zoomin up in a foreign coupe, 
an adoring broad wit eyez lookin' all "foreign cute"!
But she's my darkskin-shockolate 
honey-dip that I'm sure to scoop.
The excitement in my life that's ina borin' loop. 
Tour and shoot. Tore in two... 
then I score then scoot
torrential loot called "a lick" like I kissed ya boobz.
Ornaments are all like crystals and then they're hued
in hyacinth blue. 5 sit waiting in queue, 
while I skip forward dues. How I'm sick for it, dude!
I needz a couple more linez so I'm snorting too.
U thought I was talkin 'bout the rhyme 'cuz ya mindz been juked 
by the diabolical and distorted, sick-twisted J.Duke.
I do this 'cuz I'm demented and I can't rebuke!

Hyacinth Blue

Ruff unfinished SumDash and Verb (12/2013)

Unreleased ruff lost track 2010ish

I runz frantic (2011 ish)

The beat is sick, but the mind is coming even sicker.
U can tell how my dark persona grabs a hoe and proceeds ta lick'er.
And it's not at a time I've been sippin' upon that liquor.
I likes ta licks'er for that fine, twist-up'er-spine, elixer.
Grimy mixer.
U can find the mister on your street behind the flicker
of night lights, 'cuz I likes to stalk the sistahs...
BUT... if your Asian, then it's known I'm off THE Richter.
Serial killer mind-state, Incarnate, Verb The Horny Pussy Ripper.
Double-side brush gripper paints w/ the blood the purdy picture.
Hold still...and I'mma fixya.
Then lift-up like tit-tucks. A sick fuck like Bishop.
The thick blood in this cup has dripped down from lip cuts.
Snipped circumcision
like a middle-east religion.
U well know where that stuff had begun, hun,
get bendin'...
over...Yeah, do dat
So I can pump this cock into ya booty
until you thinkin' 'bout the oozing
cream I just shot 'cuz ya moans are my call to duty!

Verb Duke

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