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Poetic T Oct 2020
Cursing like they diamond but
they don't even cut glass..
   Holding wraps of cash, but the top and
bottom be 50's but the rest is the monopoly
that they can't even pay...


They are burning rubber on the expense,
  but they rented, they dent...  
          Paying back on the record company.
You sold 50 thousand but you owe
                                                   a hundred grand.

They ain't going to shoot out you knee caps,
         there just going to gang-**** your voice..
Thinking you original, swallow that pride,
you one of there cash cows,  
           they milking you, can you say Moo!!!
******* around making the milk sour.

They'll just pressure bolt you
lobotomized, on the industry you either overdose,
             or working at KFC..  

Think you had grills now sold off to pay
the rent, the only thing you can afford is
a tin foil grill and you only cooking,
                                                 is burgers...

"Hi sir can I take your order,
Macktheknife Jun 2017
Step one.
Make believe.
You can always pretend that he still loves you. After all, if he managed to do it before he broke up with you, you can do it after.
Step two.
Get angry  
I mean **** it right?, if he didn’t love you to start of why should you waste your time and tears over someone like that. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
Step three.
  Change?
Maybe if I lose some weight I can get him back, maybe if I can increase my intelligence and get a fancy high paying job he will find me attractive, right? Wrong again buster, you don’t have a gym membership and your all out off luck.
Step four.
Binge.
2 boxes of crackers, one jar of peanut butter, one jar of jam to go with that peanut butter, one large Margarita pizza with garlic bread and as much ice cream you can fit into a KFC bucket. This should do… for now.
Step 5
Cry in the shower and go to bed
Repeat theses five steps and you will be on your way to a better, less romantic you.
RESULTS MAY VARY.
i write theses at night with my glasses off and with a brain cell to rub together so please don't judge.
or do **** do i care, your an internet person.
Bad Jokes Inc Dec 2016
My name is Young Slug
and I write hip hop songs.
The lyrics sound as clear
as a lady slurping dongs.

Martin Luther King once told me
that my mother was a ****.
So I whipped out a baseball bat,
and ****** him in the ****.

I think he liked it too much,
cause he was moaning "colonel sanders,
stick it in my ***... and make me dry like the flanders."
All names mentioned in this **** are purely coincidence so f*** you.

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