[SHOOT UP THE PLACE] LION STYLE

[SHOOT UP THE PLACE] LION STYLE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/CRAGpIlIDFk


As I fire off a furious flurry of staccato alphabetic percussives and lay the crowd down... 21 shots to 21 craniums... brains splattered on the walls...
Red paint dribbling down.
Lyrical mayhem as scared fools scatter like antelopes... Lion... Lion! 
Eyes open wide and nostrils flared... fight turned into flight... survival by any means as the cold steel pen turns automatic.
Punks jump up to get beatdown by this verbal ju jitsu style... slammed straight to the cold hard ground.
Crushed tracheas striving to spit another weak line... tears of ink leaking from squeezed ducts.
A flash as adverbs fly and conjunction occurs
I rain metaphors like napalm on urban jungle streets... a pure southern master of verbology welding a loaded clip full of synonyms and hyperbole.
Able to leap whole worlds... Make aliens overstand as my missiles fall on other lands... literary literally lateral and complete...
You thought I like them...
I told you I was unique.
I came to shoot up the place and lay the crowd down... Pop off these rounds and leave you shocked into awe.
Shattered glass and knocked over chairs bear testament to the ferocity of this attack...
Lionnnn... Lionnnnnn!!!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

"(THE WAY I SEE) THE SEXUAL BEAST SPEAKS

"(THE WAY I SEE) THE SEXUAL BEAST SPEAKS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNBiUwNjQd0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Picture you butt naked and laid all out… The brown of your skin as I admire the plumpness of your thighs.
The pretty petals of your blossoms peeking from the blackness of your bushes as I the explorer gaze upon the shores of your melanic continent… A fatter monkey than any I have ever seen.
The beast that screams from the depths of my belly… lust and just plain raw savageness.
His breath coming in bursts that threaten to set all ablaze… His touch raises goosebumps in anticipation of his manipulations…
Welcome to the lair…
Such a delectable morsel as it I the traveler manipulate with rough tongue.
Your cries the fuel for my kinetic energy… Feeding the fyah of my engine… Beat and pound… turn it around… Beat and pound.
My name a chant echoing in the chamber of my fantasies where you a willing slave wait on your knees… a feral queen beast…
There you lie all but naked and spread…
I prepare to feed on the nature of your freak.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY"