|05-27-2008, 05:57 PM||#1|
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Granite State
Posts: 2,262Rep Power: 16
My soul is trash, trapped garbage gas
Passed on fashion, dirty T-shirt blastin'
Am I askin', too much from that refined slut?
Bitch's butt bangin', emotional game changin'
Rearranged the frame, my jaw hanging
Now my balls clangin', solid brass
Sparks shootin' out my ass, lightin' fires
Dead tired, I'll sleep when I die
Maybe then I'll catch some winks
Drink moonshine in Hell, well...that'd be swell
I don't accell-erate my fate, just wait patient
Blatant pyscho, I might blow up and fuck up
Get cut up, don't give a fuck what?
Who said shit? Bitch quick fist a fag's lip
Tendencies suicidal, Hennessey through my vital
Ride or die, code I live by....out of 4 Soldiers
Only 2 remain unchanged, still plain insane
Ready to fall bleedin', call it a demon
I'm pleadin' to no one, I'm no son
I grow dumb and cold, numb and bold
Crumblin' soul, grapple holdin' foldin' chair throwin'
Barbarian Honkey Kong, call me Donkey Saun
True Spartan til pine boxed, smokin' rocks
I block shots, recover and spark talks
My heart's cocked, ready to blast
Hernia havin' hemmorroid out my ass
21 year old Irish Scotch botched, a bad batch
I'm mad as matterah fact, angry as fuck
Call me Lost Luck, fuck the system's legal touch
Clutchin' solid jail cats from way back
Fuck a clan or a posse, toss me in with him
BTK & Squish, push pussies and pimp slap fat bitches
The sitch is riditch, pitch fit bitties with big titties
Two outcasted crazies, feelin' hazy Swazey Roadhousin'
There's no dousin' a flame lit inside a man's eyes
Fly a foul finger to the bringer of news he chance dies
Like plants tied, the vine entwines
Path lined from start, branch apart
Could be ranchin' cart, cattle havin'
Saddle rabblin', or dabblin' in golf tees
Under shade trees, pleased at my busy steez
Bitch please, I choose this life...
Weed smoke chokin', nose broken
Coke dopin', and throat soakin'
I broke open, there's no hopin'
For a better change, or place in the game
Weatherin' rains, I taste all the same
This song is my life, as strong as I like
Go for bong or a knife, I'm Kongin' this type
Soldier on Quietly Until Intense Shit Happens
I shit rappin', I'ma lit Captain'
Goin' down with the ship, finger tips
Drip blood and mud, beer suds flood
Too drunk to see, still sinkin' cups
Balls back, it's a fact I act polite and nice
To some people I like, but might
Fight a buddie bloody for sumpthin' crummy
Be a dummy bummin' wood sleepin' sonova
Creepin' bunny hop, karate chop ya top
Stop, and really listen, no...listen
I'm listin' my condition, illicit livin'
Bliss is, a misses, no washin' dishes
This is, missin' kisses, vicious pitchahs
Picture a flickah, take a camera witcha
Getcha a good idea, of why this here
Is swillerin' beer, filterin' fear to purity
Surely he, knows he comes close
To losin', becomin' is the struggle I kinda like the abusin'.
I'm not about to be givin' in, from beginnin' to end...defendin' my sin
Tell me you know a poet more correct.
Last edited by AcidPhosphate69; 05-27-2008 at 06:01 PM.
|05-30-2008, 12:18 AM||#3|
"Come as you are"
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
|05-30-2008, 12:30 PM||#4|
holy shit hottest read in awhile and agree wit bigot theres alotta niggas in here that needa elevate quick,
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|06-01-2008, 08:08 PM||#5|
Join Date: May 2008
Location: SOUTH PHILA. PA MiddleEast
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...acidphosphate, ah'ight, okay I see you. crafty bruh. nice, nice...
...demons stray through stations...but God's patience for those worth saving...piece/peace, and one...