[RhetoricThug]

Catalyze this moment now
Far from on the go street's peal
Listen
Hear Palmer's plea

The Murder rate is falling down
But, Suicide is calm & year-round
Rolling
Others suffer to this day

Golden tongue with spikes & crown
Agitprop is its sound
Ruling
All is vague

Master teaches sons & daughters
Playing play play fun fun
Dead
Done

One Leader lost
Finishing last, he's now on time
Before his rhythm was fast in line
Tempo all his merry way







-I am Rhetoric Thug

[RhetoricThug]

Sithsaber, play nice.
Hoss Cartwright
Killborn

I will compile your rubbish.

"youuu you can say that you want her
but youuuu really know what you're after
you need someone to help pass the time
and to stop you from losing your mind
ALL ALLONE.

Who are you to rhyme so slowly
No-one really listens here
Why present a prose so lowly
All you've earned is my leer


I'm off to fuck your momma."

- Sithsaber, Hoss Cartwright, Killborn

[Killborn]

Foolish knave, I am boonbegotten soul of every-year
Of that spec's soul I know naught, why have you such fear?

[RhetoricThug]

Foolish knave, I am boonbegotten soul of every-year
Of that spec's soul I know naught, why have you such fear?

I'm fine with this, Sithsaber, Hoss Cartwright, Killborn. I know you secretly admire my word wizardry. Love you too, little buddy.

[Killborn]

If you are the word wizard, I am the WORD disciple; the flock burns your works once I preach mine. Fly all you like: you'll always crash before my salvific beat.