Who want it? lets entertain...

[theme elohim]

Lets have fun man, whoever responds to this....10 lines

[mathematical thoughts]

i do!! been waitin long enough for this sh!t...

[nii]

this thread is gonna be hot ...thts a fuckin prophecy not a statement...

i'll be watching...

word...

[mathematical thoughts]

sure thing just waitin on TE to respond to my propozixion. what do you say this afternoon at arround 5 pm.

[theme elohim]

Ma man math, where u crept in from? Missed u god, lets do this like back in tha day...

he's thinkin tha + sign,

'crossed'

my

path

, watch theme

"do" tha math

/

I'll leave you redder than my skin texture after the eventual

bloodbath

/

I doubt your

alchemy

against the 1st graduate of tha street life

academy

/

invariably

u'll cramp your dick muscles trying to be as

'hard as me'/

ur

taunting me

to urgently satisfy your obsession with my

punchlines

/

like a battered wife showing

signs

of torture but pays for her husband's

fines

/

I'll give you a "run for your money" like a traumatised victim of a

pickpocket

/

like disappearing

dockets

, I'll automatically free(shells into) this

suspect

/

stupid as you is, on each side of your bars I expect

dum

(b)

bells

/

as a cleaning girl at an antique shop's tha only time you

"spray shells"/

there's ma ten lines...3 rounds flat...bla bla...one love, math lets do this

[theme elohim]

how that sound, pressing qoute instead of bold....broke the record...first ever cryptic rhyme sequence...

ssup math

he's thinkin tha + sign, 'crossed' my path, watch theme "do" tha math/

I'll leave you -redder- than my skin texture after the eventual bloodbath/

I doubt your alchemy against the 1st graduate of tha street life academy/

invariably u'll cramp your dick muscles trying to be as 'hard as me'/

ur taunting me to urgently satisfy your obsession with my punchlines/

like a battered wife showing signs of torture but pays for her husband's fines/

I'll give you a "run for your money" like a traumatised victim of a pickpocket/

like disappearing dockets, I'll automatically free(shells into) this suspect/

stupid as you is, on each side of your -bars- I expect dum(b)bells/

as a cleaning girl at an antique shop's tha only time you "spray shells"/

there's ma ten lines...3 rounds flat...bla bla...one love, math lets do this

[theme elohim]

see ya tomorrow math, AHH...see y'all....

tomorrow's anotha day

[mathematical thoughts]

sure thing:

yo...

yall need to pause and rewind:

coz the only time: theme elohim construct a punch line:

is if he puts inc on his fist and puntch on the margin:

na fnck that.... try findin bin ladon: jerkin off with your last vaseline:

burnin you skwatta kamp with gasoline:

singin brenda fasie's hit songs remixin with wash-u-mkhukhu:

better call me the battle guru: like shaka-zulu: battlin ama-bulu:

suckin your super-critical fluids coz i need to take that blood bath:

straight up no math, no formula:

burry you next to Osama make it impossible to find ya:

put crenatez with pins out inside your pockets:

burn the skin off’ a ya... till your cellz start flyin out like space rocket:

now try to fnck with that:

other wise better show where your respekt is @:

[addict]

cramp yo dick tryna b hard as me...lmao...as a dik..u hard as a dik

[theme elohim]

cramp yo d*ck tryna b hard as me...lmao...as a dik..u hard as a dik

y'll cramp yo d*ck up trying to reach tha level of ma manhood, see?

anyway, wa'gwan math? peace god...

my thots way r beyond mathematics, incomprehensible even to Socrates/

I -hunt 4 beef- to cyphon anthrax to mail to yo government properties/

I'll break u like cash strapped states do to hearts of welfare dependants/

u throw a -punchline- when 'can I mix u a drink' is yo pick up sentence/

next time stick to tha maxi (bag) mum kid, or get lost in tha game's mall/

I'll cremate u like Brenda Fassie then give a decent burial to your soul/

if your mathematical significance was 22/7 I'll effortlessly stop your progression/

Elohim His Magnifiscence rules heaven, wont stoop low to hear yo confession/

I'll leave you thoroughly embarrassed like a monk caught wit his hair growing/

and that aint a midget givin a hug, thats just math on his knees blowing/