Bombin

from d.o.n. For Dolo by d.o.n.

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Verse 2
My logic is surface to air toxin rockets, noxious tungstens, dig the malordorous funk pungent, hung humid
Anti Mahmoud power move shrew intrusion, Molotov flung fire fluid muse for revolution, of citizens wrongfully pegged wretched and destitute, reps the mega-underrated, vesuvius detonator, vintage sentence juxtaposition clutters the junction, bunsen burner gun compulsion grunts sputter redundant, smothered in repugnant prima donna posturing predominant launched from nominal thought pods swamped in narcotics, acipiter grip wizardry, ligament trim addition, intrinsically n*ggerish lyricisim, limerick incision, and with organic hypodermic vector injection, I fed and fled from one's sphere of awarness, effortless, Lancelot javelin impales a challenger who'd grapple with the colored champion branded for Klan hanging, anchored to cultivated bloody acerage, where pricked fingers plucked lucrative cotton bulbs that framed a cr*ckers quaker wig.

Mr don again with more uncommon vomit, so when Bilial comes I ain't runnin, Im BOMBIN!