
Originally Posted by
ROBBMACK
@_S
Fate of eve?..
Reminds me of the night before I was made to leave..
"Fatal Eve"
Make believe- you stayed beneath- shady trees
as I elaborate my need- for unpaid fees- to be made to me..
Due to the day that precedes- me celebrating for weeks...
I was placed to see- safety be-
kept in the Garden of Eden..
Though mistakenly- cuz I replaced peace
and guarding with eatin, and ate a piece..
I found fruit hidden behind shakin leaves..
Forbidden? Fruit ain't safe from siege,
for bitten truths they take from me
feeds rage to beasts- that lay with me..
Fake mimicry- blatant thievery- claim to be-
the same as B- relate to these- ways of me..
I see what I want and take what I please..
Playfully- I preyed on the- faith of Eve
as she prayed on knees- with "taste me" pleas,
for a great MC- to take the lead- and break the tease..
Can you imagine, fathom, Adam's face as he-
masturbates and grieves- not making a peep- just waits as she- ,pardon the expression,
"drops her apple on my pine" in line with Newtons rulin on gravity...
Concede, _S.. Snakes come before they retreat
so you too were conceived of Satan's seeds,
your roots retraced lead back to me...
I'm bored with your games, referencing board games,
with poor aim- and the scores the same...
Demonstrate levels elevate? You rely on scrabble,
Tetris, and tired movie quotes..
My demon traits show hell awaits, you re-lie like a shackle
fetish. Retire reusing posts...
All stop lights I've seen are green- only they know what I mean
when I say you can't stop this..
Like a fiend who screams to be clean in his dreams,
then awakens to cop a fix...
Pop crap!? That's not fact- ROBB MACK-
more resembles Tupac raps- with a blonde patch..
1, my rhymes are hard packed- 2, you're facades cracked-
Too pocked from ROBB sMACKs..
I've been shot at- and I shot back-
sent the gunman runnin though he popped aft..
I caught that- I can't drop pop blasts..
Saw bags- as I got gas- at the stop & shop
and tossed that- pops trash..
I wouldn't miss pop had- I fought dad
as his heart attacked- and I got off jabs..
I can't be pop, like I'm a hot fag-
who's got cocked stashed- out back like a lock box a§§..
I can't do pop, my whiskey and cokes only got jack...
You attack pups but just act at ROBB MACK....