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Crackhead Bob
05-15-2009, 06:13 AM
Welcome to the mauseleum, check the double-nicks on the guestlist
hot like Brazilian chicks doin' flips with Bob Burnquist
acting with Christlike vengeance on this Righteous Kill
but don't give no DeNiro to no skanky slut, no bills
just chills after a night of that bumpin', sorry hun
this ride gets old, I get off when I'm done, no pun
intended, I need a good mix, get blended, unending
Merry go Round of Roller Coasting decending
into hell, not really a person to anyone,
who matters anyway, well maybe that toll booth operator
what's that thing he says?

I can't remember, damn this dust got me dizzy
That guy isn't really humping that greyhound, is he?
I'm walking in a movie with a third of the frames missin'
I'm screaming at these people but they pretend not to listen
fold up like a fetus in the middle of Denny's
seems like hours before the paramedics come get me
they strap me to a bed haul me away in a wagon
wake up to an old ass nurse with triple D's saggin'
muttering about my blood chem, ain't seen so many drugs
I'm lucky to be alive, or unlucky not to be plugged
A statistical mind suffering from gambler's fallacy
who lost so much that I think a big win is owed me

When you get up, you get up, put your chips in or shut up
Don't let up the get up, guard your wrists or get cut up

Another in a long line of dying minds, not blind
not my design, disallign the societal landmines,
break these binds, shine on you loco diamonds
keep the timing, or better yet, just keep rhymin'
peep the highest mountain, my mindstate excedes astounding
not far from nine founding the rate at which I'm grounding
The third rail, even the brail isn't so blinding
Minding P's and Q's that come with O's my trees be grinding
Wrap it up, get baked, like clams and honey hams
Ponzi scams and sticky hands leave me sheered like on the lam
Intrinsically die set cast in paint by numbers
Instinctively shy away from any kind of rubbers
Oh you want the latex? Tell her to get bent
No sir, it wasn't me who got your daughter pregnant
and in that instant, my own father's deadbeat instincts
insist I walk away from all of that kinship

The threats coming from your throats
are like the inches of ocean growth
each year
And I'll be in a boat when you get here
I wish there was a nice way of saying this
without a dis
but I'd be pissed in your shoes
the way you spit you sound like shit


to be continued...

THE MASON
05-18-2009, 08:05 PM
Ill shit B Rock

Sorry i missed this, been awhile since i stepped into the temple

Another in a long line of dying minds, not blind
not my design, disallign the societal landmines,
break these binds, shine on you loco diamonds
keep the timing, or better yet, just keep rhymin'

^that was crazy dope

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
05-18-2009, 08:34 PM
b-rock your a brilliant lyricist son this was incredible