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Heres the other two rhymes from my e.p, coming soooooooon.

Awesome welles seals the deal

I do this darker than tarred feathers, make you spar with your bredders/the type to swipe your mic and strike at any fakes in the whole place/leave you looking more ghost dad than ghostface, and your gal with an "o" face/you can sorta tell that awesome welles flows great, clues in the name/slew 22 lame brains straight with no breaks, about to shake it down, lay waste to your town and i'm replacing nouns with razors now so watch your mouth you lazy clowns/ I cane an ounce, the clouds block the suns rays and now you witless lames are eclipsed by the shade/ it goes "boosh", awesome with the biro and the stylish flow, flip scripts 360 like a gyroscope/ Cardiff city to Idaho, you don't wanna try it bro, your better off trying to apply pink nail varnish to a lions toe/ don't fancy your chances frankly, your beats are a little bit dancey, welles flew through your manor and snatched all the scram out the pantry, jammed it in his jansport, scammed a tram for transport but you and your mans got caught for it/ gimme a sample and i'll torture it on some warp shit, i'm madder than aphex drums its raucous/ best grab the pitch forks and get the torch lit, try and force awesome out your village before I pillage your nan's vinyl and make a beat so vital every girl in the face is flush faced, fanning themselves with my flyer and checking their vitals/ leave wack cats higher and drier than the desert sessions, you can chew two finger extensions on some "fuck off with your bluffing" go cuddle up with those other chumps/ come give your man a hug he just got slapped up bad, what?!


Hes a strange one

I'm nightstorm in rhymeform, a slate faced phrase maker, pacemaker replacement: my heart beats sampled snare snaps/ bear attack! get pinned to the ground with grisly sounds kid/ scuff up your mind, don't trust your eyes, you can't believe 'em/ behemoth ewok eat breezeblocks, sleep in moons craters/ screwfaced in a blue haze: icemind, device of doomsday/ dudes say hes a strange one, flame tongue, I say one word and it'll blur out the great suns/ seven years fell through, metal gear stealth moves, tenchu assasin roofclimb tactic backflip: acrobatic/ I land static on a flower's petal, test the mettle, dead samurai spirit vessel/ fleet of geniuses soul host: I control ghosts, feet leaving patches of dead plants where I go/ stepping on the road cars pass through me, can't move me: statue roots I pass through mute trapped in loops/ making observations, fun with stashing evidence, you maybe wanna back this one up for future reference/ you'll find it in the back room of the pentagon with an alien embryo and wolverine's skeleton/ I keep telling them: got things up my sleeve, like chilly kids keep pairs of mittens on a winters eve/ best believe that he's back to babblesmash, I heard he stole skeletor's sword then hotwired the battlecat/ get afraid like babies I say "hey" to the ladies like Madeley in a stately home with champagne waiting/ my mouth sprays paintings like alien tins, alienated kid paces gravely til the sun drops/ getting writers necks in an undead headlock, fresh from the coffin to rip your head off its the zombie faced kid with no eyes in dead sockets/ I get horrid.