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Max Chisholm Dec 2011
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 ******* or ima spell "cide" after "homa"
Lemme calm down before all this deli drama
Max Chisholm Dec 2010
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
Max Chisholm Aug 2010
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.
Max Chisholm Aug 2010
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
Max Chisholm Aug 2010
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
Max Chisholm Jul 2010
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
Max Chisholm Jul 2010
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
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