I gotta go to the store where on the corner stands a *****
She dresses kinda **** but her jeans are all tore
Prolly from the last time she was kneeling on the floor
**** it ima say hi cause im a little bored
Hey whatsup
Its just my luck
But before u duck
Can i get a ****
I dont wanna ****
Cause i only gotta buck
If i wasn't such a schmuck
Ud get stuck
As we ****
So we get back to my place
Undid her shirt made of lace
She takes off her ******* and tries to sit on my face
Whooaaaaaa Slof down lil lady this isn't a race
Me lickin' you down Hell No it ain't the case
Not the time nor the place
Maybe if your ***** was still an ace
But after all your work it's just a disgrace
Problem is ur a beautiful woman, a pussly like that is nothing to waste
On second thought, you know what, No ill pass on that taste
Are you on the pill?
You better be still
If not in the morning you'll be feeling real ill
Your sicker than that cause u might get a thrill
When you walk to the doctor and get them to ****
My future little boy i was gonna name Bill
I through about Will
But before I knew it he's laying real still
Now im starting to get angry get the **** outta my grill
or ill end up dumping pieces of ur body in the water mill
bury the rest on the other side of the hill
An eye for an eye and a **** for a ****
I dont want any drama
Especially from a baby mamma
Lemme breath for a minute at least gimme a comma,
Ok relax mother ****** or ima spell "cide" after "homa"
Lemme calm down before all this deli drama
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 11:27 AM UTC
we found him laying barely breathing
and now were sitting silently grieving
the information were receiving
seems to be so unpleasing
so cold hearted almost freezing
cant stop the sniffling constant sneezing
full of cries not only weezing
from the pain your death is leaving
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
True lies come from the guys who finally remove their disguise and refuse to compromise the prize at the end of the many times that he tries and finally lifts off the ground and his dream flies and shines through the darkness like fire flies as they rise to end the thoughts of darkness’ demise finally to be recognized and realized by real eyes to be real lies.
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 11:19 PM UTC
The truth hurts but lies do too
So do I tell u what real when it makes you feel blue
Go on tell me what I’m supposed to do
I can be honest then stand here as tears pour from you
Then I sit back think of this decision I rue
I wanted to tell the truth but instead the lies just grew
Cause truth tears you apart like disease like the flu
I’m sick of the lies I mean it…I’m through
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
You do things only when you are done for? Well then it’s easy to see that you’re done for!
No one will do for you ‘cause you don’t do for them why can’t we just do for one another?
Do it for the greater good or at least for the benefit of your sister? for your brother? Your father? ok fine at least for your mother!
See this world runs on the notion of an "I" for an "I" but that doesn’t really benefit you or "eye"
We can try and we do try but at the end of the day we don’t get a chance not even a glance back at our life, our loved ones don’t get to say goodbye before we die
Instead of helping we sit back and fight and watch those that we love break down and cry
Those tears turn red when its blood that we’ve shed and we don’t even notice how much we have bled
Before we can fix it or patch our wounds we’ll be engraving our tombs cause were already dead
So before you try to avenge the past and finally get that revenge at last realize that it won’t last cause the feeling will pass so fast
So be smart and follow your art then life will be a picture perfect work of he"art" all the way from the end back to the start
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 10:58 PM UTC
Used to stand against that board, my weapons were all strapped
I’d wait in plastic, for a time to be unwrapped
A long time ago, but I’ll never forget that day
I almost gave up, but the waiting went away
He ripped open my packaging, and that’s when we began
We beat up all the enemies, even the new ones in the van
We could battle all day long, it never got old
The plan was going smoothly, taking over the world
As the years went on, the playing would not last
But now for some odd reason, the fighting’s in the past
I’m put in a box, with other who aren’t friends
They’re all still afraid of me so they all pretend
Were dragged out to the garage, and put in a pail
Our biggest fears came true, were all up for sale
I don’t understand what happened, to all the times we played
I guess I’ll be ok, the pain will soon fade
A father picks be up, and hands me to his boy
This feeling is familiar bring someone joy
Get in the backseat of my new owners car
I look out the window; my old home is so far
I wonder where were they’ll take me, where I’m gonna go
I guess this is my life, my name is G.I. Joe
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 7:21 AM UTC
Remember when we were young
The childish games we’d play
And all the songs we’ve sung
Oh how I miss that day
Now were old and grey
And all the things we’ve done
Memories gone astray
Be happy that life was fun
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 10:17 PM UTC
****
**** I felt like I could not stop
It felt too good when I’d pop
9 months later we’d have our crop
All came from a single drop
**** now we’re dealing with problems of the sort
Looks like we are headed to court
Could have been avoided if she’d just abort
And now I’m destined for child support
**** I don’t even know how it started
She was much more than half hearted
Otherwise we would have parted
Usually they do once I’ve farted
**** I’m not a role-model, do not mimic
Not trying to sell you no gimmick
Believe me man, it was no picnic
I spent 6 months in that clinic
**** she passed on a burn
Didn’t know right away but soon I’d learn
That her **** was filled with concern
I guess that’s karma cause now it’s my turn
****
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 10:41 AM UTC
Off with my head
You heard what I said
I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead
Laying face down, in a pool colored red
With all of this pain
Sticks like a stain
When can I shelter, from all of this rain
Oh **** here it comes again
Off with my head
You heard what I said
I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead
Wondering if I’ll ever, get tobreak bread
These lips are dry, and need to be fed
Plate full of food, threw it out instead
This is a feeling, I’m beginning to dread
Off with my head
You heard what I said
I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead
I’ve already bled
No more tears to shed
Wrong paths I’ve led
Nothing more that hasn’t, already been said
So, off with this head
You know what I said
I’m beginning to realize, I’m already dead
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 5:19 AM UTC
When I got that call
I knew it was foul
I heard the name Jon
And I knew he was gone
Like a game of chess
He died a pawn
Never had time
To grow and spawn
The next couple days
Were filled with greys
I was feelin very blue
Not a clue what to do
Tryin to find out what I’m doin
I ended up missin the viewin
Missed my last chance to see
Where he would forever be
Man I feel bad
For Shamawd and Nancy
Sounds like a story
Straight from Tom Clancy
On April seven
He was sent to heaven
Or at least we hope
Cause he was sellin that dope
I wonder if I’ll ever
Be able to cope
We use to always play ball
And chill at the mall
I rue the day
When I got that call
People always say
Live and Die by the burner
But I’m the one
Whose brother got murdered
Your life was took
And now mines shook
Some people think
That you were a crook
But they didn’t know
That person inside
The one hiddin in you
Behind all that pride
You were on a mission
But you would never listen
And now were all sorry
Dealing with this quarry
Feeling like we
Should all go on Maury
Povich is a *****
You used to always say
But on April seven
At about eleven
You were shot and stripped
Dropped in a ditch
Now that I think
Was you a Crip?
Naw you was smarter then that
You always tried to earn it
But then again
You had your Unit
But that’s all in the past
The good memories will last
And dog you did
Go out wit a blast
Just like you said
But now you dead
2 in the shoulder
2 in the head
All cause of what
Some counterfeit bread?
Only a few people know
What really went on
The problem is
One of em’s gone
In my eyes
You were never a pawn
You were always the king
You had all the bling
And if you used your head
You’d have everything
The reality is
That it’s too late
Its unfortunate dog
Checkmate
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 5:00 AM UTC