Trail to 2020 (Part 4 of 4): Follow The Star
Dec 21, 2019 1:35:36 GMT -5
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Post by Quixote Della Torre on Dec 21, 2019 1:35:36 GMT -5
This Christmas, who shall hark atop the tree?
Notes trail up into perfect melody
Beats far from random, etched in eternity
Victory march to rhythms of prophecy
Fulfilled to the letter, not by chance
Messiah’s tune to which all must dance
Only 1 prevails, 29 others stumble
Listen closely… can you hear the Rumble?
Beware the music of “Nikki’s Nobodies”
With their untitled ditties
They'll all get spanked and twisted red, white and bruised
Like sadomaso-titties
I rebuke you, skank, you debased and fucked up my marriage proposal
Karlie and you put knives at Jenna and I, you garbage disposal
Gonna maul and neuter you to mortis, red heart turns white within you
I’ll kick punt you and Karlie with rigour, over, over til you’re blue
All you abortions should end before you start, ain’t even being rude
Cuz how can anyone reward a coda, with no fucking prelude?
Ignore the awful din of “ZMAC’s Zebras”
With their song titled “Black and White”
No texture, no melody, just discordance
They bark as pussy as they bite
You scumbag fuck gonna get a caved cranium like spread labia
Piss off back into your coma with Beau and other amoebea
I Cruise past your Hardcore, the Road Runner to your Wil E. Coyote
Just dizzy jawing like MC Hammer, u can’t touch this Quixote
Twitter’s only place you ever been tough, your mouth ran like faucet drips
You kick ass less than your meat scuzz fucks it – once every solar eclipse
Turn off that damn single by “Geri’s Junkies”
Called “Desperate and Deluded”
Less buzz, power and fun than a vibrator
With batteries not included
Called “Desperate and Deluded”
Less buzz, power and fun than a vibrator
With batteries not included
Muscle dysmorphia, theatrics, those bad masks, a blogger victim
You’ll end up just like these freaks if you don’t heed the following dictum
Drugs kill so leave them alone, never mix drinks, kids - that’s my best advice
Fall out cold on your wrecked faces like frigid dead bodies in dry ice
Cuckoos out smooth from K-Y Jelly clocks; it’s abuse and killing time
Slimboi got traumatised upon sucking Vayden’s tiny phallus slime
Speaking of whom, hear “Vayden’s Vaudevillians”
Harmony sweet, but no beat
The Rumble’s the only time they’ll get over
Over the rope, feel the heat
Harmony sweet, but no beat
The Rumble’s the only time they’ll get over
Over the rope, feel the heat
My friend, you whored this division out, choking and flaking on your pride
Ready or not, a class clown’s lonely death; you can’t run and you can’t hide
You hope to be everybody’s pal but you’re just a weak ass ho boy
You keep getting pinned, rolled over softer than the Pillsbury Doughboy
Pussy broke records, played decent, played rough and tumble, fumble up strong
But considering the mice he stalked, that cat’s tale really ain’t so long
Another record spins by “Raging’s Rotors”
It’s named “On And On Again”
All work and function, no flair nor artistry
Dominated by left brain
It’s named “On And On Again”
All work and function, no flair nor artistry
Dominated by left brain
Are you iZombie or just Gust today; sober, drab or bite and jab?
You sure are a sick dildo, rocking in/out like some narcotic stab
Who even are you? How we supposed to know? Why we supposed to care?
Vayden pinning ain’t difficult, Vayden hurting don't cause me a scare
Just think back to Thirteen, your one two three earnt off that joker’s disgrace
But the concept you can survive me can’t be said with no straight face
At top of the charts is “Quixote’s Quartet”
With the song “Follow The Star”
Celebrate my fourth Cruiserweight Title reign
The most PRESTIGIOUS by far
Follow The Star to find the true saviour
Be a wise man, don’t be dumb
Bet gold and myrrh on the Rumble Redeemer
The King of Havoc has come
Follow The Star past all of the false prophets
They can only boast and strive
Dull imaginations, they are Dead inside
Behold, I’m Raging Alive!
Follow The Star hurling bodies to their peril
Above the ropes, crashing down
Only one will be left standing, the sovereign Lord
Wearing the Cruiserweight Crown
Follow The Star until the music stops playing
Follow it til you see me
Follow as it lights the way to 2020
Follow... QDT
With the song “Follow The Star”
Celebrate my fourth Cruiserweight Title reign
The most PRESTIGIOUS by far
Follow The Star to find the true saviour
Be a wise man, don’t be dumb
Bet gold and myrrh on the Rumble Redeemer
The King of Havoc has come
Follow The Star past all of the false prophets
They can only boast and strive
Dull imaginations, they are Dead inside
Behold, I’m Raging Alive!
Follow The Star hurling bodies to their peril
Above the ropes, crashing down
Only one will be left standing, the sovereign Lord
Wearing the Cruiserweight Crown
Follow The Star until the music stops playing
Follow it til you see me
Follow as it lights the way to 2020
Follow... QDT
I will win the first ever Cruiserweight Havoc Rumble
Become first ever four time Cruiserweight Champion
Follow The Star