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Competition Entry by QUEEN BEE (Guest)

Submit Date: May 8, 2007

my fingertips are rugged an raw from grandma's hard labour.pluckin harshstrings of hardcore star gazers,my fast pace makes bloodpart te chart vapours,disregard neighbours as i plant over fast acres.dark sting when i fling text te sharp paper real an dislarge but dream scapes are far at risk as my bloodstems in 1 hour my power will tower amongst men.a female emcee with 1 my own hater i ring my own bells my own traitor my accelerator cant excell on expelled dead mindframe will decide wheather te provide peroxide for my brain,im no bimbo my lingo will never be caught in limbo.if it came to it an i was walking on thin ice i'd gotta think twice an sackrifice my device.a slight glimmer i dont trust'er i try te look but it gets dimmer im a imposter in my own roam in my own zone trowin from the trone,description unknown,my delivery is exquisitlly on cue.coz i rhyme te dime a cabbage its nestalgic but at the same time its savage,im an addict 4 my own tragic package.when im slammin this hammer my grammers glammerous glammour till gravity grabs me gradually.

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Words and Closing Date


flamethrower, accident, kangaroo, level, shark, oblivion, storm, vehicle, squeeze, energetic

Closing Date

May 29, 2016

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