Post by ZMAC on Jan 12, 2021 19:17:37 GMT -6
Settle under the stars wit cha boi as he tries to bleed Peyote from a stone. A simmering pot thrown on coals. A soup De Jour of a coked up madman. The AYE-TOM-MIC-MIC-MICK Kaiju, a sauce-E-aye of smack. The Meth Lab Iron Chef, cookin up them blue skies for skylar - gettin high on that cultural appropriation.
Sips at soup that would kill a sweat log of water buffalo. Tonight, ZMAC chose violence. He lay out under the stars-> dar away from the neon lights of an authoritarian vegas. Freedom was only a sniff on the wind. To enter the fray -> that thunderdome of facism mean that ol’ Z was gone be target A numbah 1. The Duke of New York gone get all that the re-Z-pekt he could musta.
Everyone of that's locked up with soon fester and DE-Volve into a huddled turd of tribal tattoos and humungo bullshit. Look whos tough.
See who can out evil who.
But that's machine gun kelly to ZMACS LSD laced Eminem.
Dictionary.
Homeboys trying to carve up territories like the crusts of a sammich. But know that those bread lines work both ways.
Just know that this is the outside, lookin in. And homeboy can see through you. See your true colors.
And truthfully -> that shit aint a good look. If’n that I suppose ol’ Z should be building the lore ya’ll forget that LAW is built around him.
A distinct advantage.
Ripe for abuse.
All you lawless heathens about to get sore in the small intestine over the next few weeks. I want you to know this. Yes, this, the existential narration gone put this work in.
L7 gone pop awf, forget her name, shake her ass then get toasted rice crispy style because this is a land of killers-> at least that's what the world would want you to beleave.
Warlords. Cops. Aliens and then theres ZMAC -> the undying coked up immortal madman.
Which one of you can boast what ZMAC can boast about?
L7 -> yah we had your battles and that's some real talk. But now aint the time for talkin. The Danger is real. But at least you know where you stand with ol’ Z.
Come. Sit. Stay a while. Have some soup.
You’ll need your strength.
As for ZMAC, he sips his soup. He better than anyone knows whats to come.
“L-7 -L-Verez” Rasps our boi as he sips his psycho-goblin rot gut. “Its a whole new world but neither one of us are a whole new something. Each of us, somewhere have a piece of the other. In times long past in other life times - many life times ago - even if aint been that long. But I wanna tell you that I’ve already lived this life - this timeline. I stayed long enough but know a bunch of weak ass fuccbois carrying around a backpack filled with even weaker fuccbois, ready to live and die -> to break bread off a hub cap -> weak men are everywhere. Weak, sad men that are filled with a sense of entitlement and nastiness. They all gonna run around and tell you how big and tough they are. L-7. I know how tough you are. I know you got gadgets and gizmos and a cunt made in switzerland and those waifu eyes made in japan. L-7. I know you. I know you are smart but gullible. Easily lead astray. Easy to trust.
So I’m telling you -> right now. Trust me. Trust ya boy. We’re a lot alike -> two beings not of this world and not of this time. I have respect for you. Truthfully. Honestly. You hold your own but out there -> them -> its different. Our match -> we know this dance.
But only I know what happens when it ends. I’ve seen it. I’ve felt it. Its tattooed on my neck. I needed this time line for something. I’ve been sent back here like a terminator
To kill you; you better hope not.
But it’ll start with you.
No hard feelings L-7.
You dope as shit but Honey Badger
He don’t care.
Trust me.”