Tyler Durden's blog: "Brass Knuckle Poets Society"

The Ard R'i

I'm more stress than you can handle,
I bang push-ups by the light of a candle
Just to be the last man standin'.
Chisel my temple just to flush you like a tampon.
You can't handle. the brilliant light of my mantle,
You can't see the aura. that's similar to Rambo
When you step to a king and get dismantled -
Break you down like steel on bamboo,
My clear and concise 'll rip up your ramble.
You want to riverdance we could throw down, dude
Beat you like I got a shillelagh in my hand, too.
There's no love in my fisticuff -
Savage-ass polar bear when I rip you up.
Ride you like John Wayne, nigga, gitty up,
How could you ever prevail, pussy, give it up.
Blowin' Wrath of God, sippin' Heaven in my cup...

I'm more stress than you can handle,
You wanna' test the Wargod, I embrace the battle -
I'll-crush-you. like-steel-toes. on-bare-feet. in-sandles,
Death from the venom, to the beat of the rattle.
Your spirit broken by the weight of my hammer.
I'm a carnivore - I'll eat you like cattle.
You're a killer-whale swimmin' wit' mammals,
I'm the cannon blastin' the harpoon -
My temple tempered by the hammer and anvil.
You're playin' wit' Ouija in a darkroom,
Leave you scarred for life when I harm you.
Masochistic; Mars could get never get enough -
You paper-target; Hollow-tip'll rip you up.
There's no surrender, this Savage gives a fuck -
I'd rather go out. like shogun - open up my own gut.
Smokin' Death's Head, sippin' Hades in my cup...