The last survivor of a Martian cypher...
My heart’s desire... a bad bitch, an armoured fighter, with a barbed vagina.
My shit’s so sick I rock a mask and visor.
Nah... my shit’s so sick I should bath in Pfizer.
Going out on a limb, if I’m arms supplier to both opposing forces I’m a harmoniser?
I arrive in my Lotus, preaching dharmakaya.
Llama rider, alarmed some hikers as I passed the Khyber shouting fake foreign words like “yarblegriber!”.
Got stopped by the cops, Sergeant Schneider... I said “I dropped some ket so I’m a calmer driver”, then I said “oi can you pass a lighter?”... got arrested... should’ve asked em nicer.
I’ve starred in cctv clips which surpassed The Wire.
My energy levels range from ‘could start a fire in the large collider’ to ‘just pushed a cask of cider up a castle spire’.
Next rhyme: AstraZeneca