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Seriously Oh My God, I love my mother but she is driving me to the brink of sanity. when she starts to growl and yell, I use a lot of profanity She makes me want to shove a sock in her mouth then wrap It with some duct tape all around her head. WHAT MOM What was that you said. Hearing nothing but muffled madness with a bobblehead nod and shake. At this point it is starting to sound like a risk I just might have to take. At least then it will be quiet here for a little while. I hate to say this but it is highly possible that her muffled screams might just make me smile. If she's not screaming she's growling loud. You'd think she would eventually just chill constantly sitting in a cloud of smoke. Just be quiet and listen for a moment.THAT A BIG FAT NOPE she is still growling like a God ****** Bear while simultaneously yelling as loud as she possibly can. If you heard this **** for yourself day in and day out you might actually understand. Silence is supposed to be so loud It's deafening don't you know. Well obviously here that is most certainly not the way it goes. The routine continues now both night and day. No one else here seems to get a word in even if you pave the way. This is going to make me sound so **** bad but Mom really needs a gag made from duct tape and a rag. I love her so much but when she constantly yells she sounds like a delusional old hag. I have no doubt this rhyme is wrong as hell but I promise you it's better than listening to a Hippie yell. I have to find a way to save myself. If for nothing else but the sake of my fragile mental health. The only other time she isn't making all that racket is when she's got a glass **** in mouth, jaws just like a rachet. She may possibly be possessed by an ignorant demon, but sadly enough I don't have the skill to dispatch it. Why does she always seem to drive my *** bat **** It makes me sick to think that she may never quit. This probably isn't the best way, but as far as solutions go this may very well be it. yell so loud it's penetrates the thickest crowd. Growl low rather mean for way too long and I promise I'll be walking around in a daze because I checked out and so long now I have been almost all the way gone. It's more than just a slight possibility that if that happens, I'm never coming back. It not a possibility or even a probability it's no brag just a straight fact. My whole family is just as ******* disturbed as they are cracked. Cracked so bad they have a shell that's all busted ruff. Now if only mom would voluntarily just shut the **** up
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4d ago
May 29, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC
vanessa-miller-1
Loud *** Mouth Ratchet Jaws
Seriously Oh My God, I love my mother but she is driving me to the brink of sanity. when she starts to growl and yell, I use a lot of profanity She makes me want to shove a sock in her mouth then wrap It with some duct tape all around her head. WHAT MOM What was that you said. Hearing nothing but muffled madness with a bobblehead nod and shake. At this point it is starting to sound like a risk I just might have to take. At least then it will be quiet here for a little while. I hate to say this but it is highly possible that her muffled screams might just make me smile. If she's not screaming she's growling loud. You'd think she would eventually just chill constantly sitting in a cloud of smoke. Just be quiet and listen for a moment.THAT A BIG FAT NOPE she is still growling like a God ****** Bear while simultaneously yelling as loud as she possibly can. If you heard this **** for yourself day in and day out you might actually understand. Silence is supposed to be so loud It's deafening don't you know. Well obviously here that is most certainly not the way it goes. The routine continues now both night and day. No one else here seems to get a word in even if you pave the way. This is going to make me sound so **** bad but Mom really needs a gag made from duct tape and a rag. I love her so much but when she constantly yells she sounds like a delusional old hag. I have no doubt this rhyme is wrong as hell but I promise you it's better than listening to a Hippie yell. I have to find a way to save myself. If for nothing else but the sake of my fragile mental health. The only other time she isn't making all that racket is when she's got a glass **** in mouth, jaws just like a rachet. She may possibly be possessed by an ignorant demon, but sadly enough I don't have the skill to dispatch it. Why does she always seem to drive my *** bat **** It makes me sick to think that she may never quit. This probably isn't the best way, but as far as solutions go this may very well be it. yell so loud it's penetrates the thickest crowd. Growl low rather mean for way too long and I promise I'll be walking around in a daze because I checked out and so long now I have been almost all the way gone. It's more than just a slight possibility that if that happens, I'm never coming back. It not a possibility or even a probability it's no brag just a straight fact. My whole family is just as ******* disturbed as they are cracked. Cracked so bad they have a shell that's all busted ruff. Now if only mom would voluntarily just shut the **** up
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[Intro] 466 in the streets Living in the muuu life, beby It’s Cris Molo Akapo Real G’s, 466 [Hook] 466 in the streets, ************ Muuu life, you know Real G’s in the street side Glockz eyez, you understand Drinking liquor, my ****** bigger Smoking **** in my side See my enemies in my territory You understand, you feel me [Verse 1] Bury my G, bury me You understand me, feel me ***** you see me Smoking in my side Smoking **** you know my ***** Feel like Tony Montana Smoking marijuana You understand me Real ************* in the streets Not love me Not love my block Not love for us You understand me Crazy ***** mothеrfucking punk Bigger, you know me ******* crew, truе [Bridge] Hot ****** in my side A lot of cops in my back ************* crazy ************* racist in my side Struggling in the street Represent the people struggling You understand me [Verse 2] Cris Molo Akapo In the street side ****** know the drill ****** ready You understand My ****** say ah Police in the street side Po po po police ************* in the street side Ha ha ha Po po po police Real racist face No love for black soul Immigrants, my people From latinos, you understand me [Outro] 466 in the streets Muuu life Cris Molo Akapo Real G’s People struggling in the street You feel me.
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:38 PM UTC
CrisMoloAkapo
**** All My Enemies
[Intro] 466 in the streets Living in the muuu life, beby It’s Cris Molo Akapo Real G’s, 466 [Hook] 466 in the streets, ************ Muuu life, you know Real G’s in the street side Glockz eyez, you understand Drinking liquor, my ****** bigger Smoking **** in my side See my enemies in my territory You understand, you feel me [Verse 1] Bury my G, bury me You understand me, feel me ***** you see me Smoking in my side Smoking **** you know my ***** Feel like Tony Montana Smoking marijuana You understand me Real ************* in the streets Not love me Not love my block Not love for us You understand me Crazy ***** mothеrfucking punk Bigger, you know me ******* crew, truе [Bridge] Hot ****** in my side A lot of cops in my back ************* crazy ************* racist in my side Struggling in the street Represent the people struggling You understand me [Verse 2] Cris Molo Akapo In the street side ****** know the drill ****** ready You understand My ****** say ah Police in the street side Po po po police ************* in the street side Ha ha ha Po po po police Real racist face No love for black soul Immigrants, my people From latinos, you understand me [Outro] 466 in the streets Muuu life Cris Molo Akapo Real G’s People struggling in the street You feel me.
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This Song is One Diss Of The Fake Rappers Mothefuckerz Not Represent The Hip Hop The Real Hip Hop In My Side I See Real Rappers Real OG's Of Rap Not Fakes Say [HOOK] Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop ************* Not Represent The Hip Hop Say Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop These ************* Don't Make Good Raps Say Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop The ************* Not Represеnt Us Say Hip hop These Motherfuckеrs Don't Represent The Real Hip Hop Say [VERSE 1] First F*ck You Music Second F*ck You Raps Third F*ck You Lyrics You Talk About Many **** in You Music You Say I Best Not Evebody Have My Level Man Talk Talk Talk Talk Many **** You Really I'm a Rapper You don't Have Level in The Rap Game Is Much For Your ************* it's Difficult Explain Living The Game The Rap Game I See Many Time A lot Of Adversary And Enemies The ************* Need To Make Diss One Diss Respect Like Not Vaseline Of My Idol Ice Cube Remember The Rappers Talk A Lot Of **** in The Music ************* Need To Many Attention These Rappers Don't Have One Good Level Of Rap Rapping **** Make **** Albums Diss Respect Many People You Know I Mean Real Rappers Say [HOOK] Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop These ************* Don't Represent The Hip Hop Say Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop These ************* Don't Make Good Raps Say Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop The ************* Not Represent Us Say Hip Hop These ************* Don't Represent The Real Hip Hop Uh Uh [VERSE 2] In You Music You Say I The Best I The Best Rapper You Say I Greatest Rapper it's You Ego It's You Ego You Ego Don't Make Rap Music You Know Real Rap Music You Ego Only Make **** Music Real ************ Like You In The Industry plant You in Music Say I Have Money I Have Power I Have Respect Ah ah You Don't Have Nothing Talk Talk Talk Talk A lot **** Ah Ah Real Stupid ************ Punk *** ************ Don't Represent Us Don't Represent Us The Real Rappers Underground Not Rapper Like You Talk A lot Of **** The Hip Hop it's My Culture Hip Hop It's My Life Suckers ************* I Living in The Muuuu Life 46664 4LIFE Rather Die Making Money With My Raps High Till I Die Still Ballin in The Rap Game Smoking **** Smoking You ******* Music It's My Masterclasses For Fakes Rappers Real ************* 4LiFE Your Don't Represent Us Your Don't Represent Rap You Don't Represent The Real Rappers Give F*ck You ******* Music You Style You Lyrics You Career Say You Don't Represent The Culture The Hip Hop The Real Rap is Make in Underground.
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:33 PM UTC
CrisMoloAkapo
Hip Hop
This Song is One Diss Of The Fake Rappers Mothefuckerz Not Represent The Hip Hop The Real Hip Hop In My Side I See Real Rappers Real OG's Of Rap Not Fakes Say [HOOK] Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop ************* Not Represent The Hip Hop Say Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop These ************* Don't Make Good Raps Say Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop The ************* Not Represеnt Us Say Hip hop These Motherfuckеrs Don't Represent The Real Hip Hop Say [VERSE 1] First F*ck You Music Second F*ck You Raps Third F*ck You Lyrics You Talk About Many **** in You Music You Say I Best Not Evebody Have My Level Man Talk Talk Talk Talk Many **** You Really I'm a Rapper You don't Have Level in The Rap Game Is Much For Your ************* it's Difficult Explain Living The Game The Rap Game I See Many Time A lot Of Adversary And Enemies The ************* Need To Make Diss One Diss Respect Like Not Vaseline Of My Idol Ice Cube Remember The Rappers Talk A Lot Of **** in The Music ************* Need To Many Attention These Rappers Don't Have One Good Level Of Rap Rapping **** Make **** Albums Diss Respect Many People You Know I Mean Real Rappers Say [HOOK] Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop These ************* Don't Represent The Hip Hop Say Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop These ************* Don't Make Good Raps Say Hip Hop These rappers ain't hip hop The ************* Not Represent Us Say Hip Hop These ************* Don't Represent The Real Hip Hop Uh Uh [VERSE 2] In You Music You Say I The Best I The Best Rapper You Say I Greatest Rapper it's You Ego It's You Ego You Ego Don't Make Rap Music You Know Real Rap Music You Ego Only Make **** Music Real ************ Like You In The Industry plant You in Music Say I Have Money I Have Power I Have Respect Ah ah You Don't Have Nothing Talk Talk Talk Talk A lot **** Ah Ah Real Stupid ************ Punk *** ************ Don't Represent Us Don't Represent Us The Real Rappers Underground Not Rapper Like You Talk A lot Of **** The Hip Hop it's My Culture Hip Hop It's My Life Suckers ************* I Living in The Muuuu Life 46664 4LIFE Rather Die Making Money With My Raps High Till I Die Still Ballin in The Rap Game Smoking **** Smoking You ******* Music It's My Masterclasses For Fakes Rappers Real ************* 4LiFE Your Don't Represent Us Your Don't Represent Rap You Don't Represent The Real Rappers Give F*ck You ******* Music You Style You Lyrics You Career Say You Don't Represent The Culture The Hip Hop The Real Rap is Make in Underground.
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I write sometimes li̲ke I'm out for blood (I kind of have been & am) like vampires; tha[ɑ]t's for all the injustice & violence absorbed [video games, films, (& later) rap & politics-related stuff] from this unjust & f#cked world you may think I'm a kettle boiling, 'cause writing rhymed texts & going hos— —tile in 'em is a way to blow steam off besI̲des that, I'm bored like a plank that I̲ would, o[ʌ]f course ["board"] not mind watching a ****** dumb war— —mongering, power-drunk **** walk off into the waters galore of hungry cro[ɑ]cs or sharks, though I̲ would o[ɑ]pt for something much worse if punishing power-corrupted schmucks were up to mO̲I̲ with my warped mind; like a drama queen, or a jihadi fiend at a public spot with hO̲[ɑ]stile in— —tentions & a bomb, or a gun on him I'd make such a scene ["sin"] one tor—mentors would love to observe one worth grabbing some ****** po[ɑ]pcorn [like the one portrayed in "punishment of an autocrat"] ****** alert; the cynical fiend inside wants to join this lyrical binge give 'em ****** hell, dude ———————————————————————————————— listen U̲p, you **** fool this message is also for the trap rap playschool that you pU̲nk pertain to consider yourself LIA 'cA̲U̲se you're plain doomed [lost in action] like an aircrA̲ft which is about to crA̲sh into the ground (plane, doomed) call thI̲s sh#t maltreatment but don't get the joke twisted saying that, like a wicked professor prone to acquitting indecent, bold, I'ma teach you a lesson, *** I don't mean you'll be a victim of *** assau[ɔ]lt or something ["molltreatment"] a lesson 'cause in this lyric-writing game, you are as qualified as lame stewds [stu(ew)dents] you better find some **** tools 'cause the screws of mine are cray loose just like Deadpool's; memorize this name to call me by: Slay Illsome [Deadpool's real name is Wade Wilson] you're like pup: so ****** tame you should be called Lame Chillsome ["po[ɑ]p", in the sense of "pop music"] so inept that holding somebO̲[ɑ]dy's dra[ɛ]nk, you'd prob'ly wind up with the dra[ɛ]nk spilled, chump I'm an instiller of awe & distaste a thrill killer, nuts, A̲lthough well-trained and I really like to slay noobs I'll be enjoying some thrilling, high-octane tunes while you'll be stricken by the grave blues 'cause I'll have you feeling such a pain you are gon' wish it were Max 'stead of me & start to pray to ["Payne"; Max Payne, who mostly just guns down his targets] me to put you down like I̲'m the type slinging off at others; I'll I̲ce you by swinging my ****** blade through your neck like a batter, whereA̲fter I[ɑ]'ll pick up your nut & make use of it as a **** bA̲sketball, ***** I'll chop you in parts, then bo[ɑ]x 'em, like a way to verbally tag an attrA̲ctive gal with a set of plumply shaped ***** ["buxom"] I'll have the box wrapped a la gifts and then get the remainders of you sE̲nt ta a replantation-focused center (so much for something with the littlest of spite...) ———————————————————————————————— like a substance a[ɑ]ddict tryna quit but quickly sliding ba[ɑ]ckwards one verse & I'm back to mY̲ bad ha[ɑ]bits [the prelude] of writing; like someone you wa[ɑ]nt, this art form is something I sure have go[ɑ]t a lust for which explains why I'm sO̲ de—voted to my stuff when it's getting laid, like a carnal co[ɑ]mmerce; lyrical self-indulgence, much more than self-indulgent "I̲'ve got" type twerps making unco[ɑ]mplicated trap as if there were something like a cavy that those diletta[ɑ]nti aim to catch like someO̲ne depraved, I have (what?) a ba[ɑ]wdy-like urge in my mI̲nd when I verse like a tI̲ght-fit guise worn by a gal with nice curves exercising, intention... of nailing rhyming ["in tension"] as if rhymes were lush girls the type to whom technical seduction comes first lyrics-wise, which is why some of my works may be regarded as hot stuff like a heated iron flyi[—]ng to[—]ward the face of a tyrant-like **** with the bo[ɑ]ttom side forth; do this kind of stuff for fun & to maintain these mI̲nd skills I scored ["slay just to maintain some relish & killing skills"] which explains why I dub it "bar sport" [sport/fun of making bars (rhymed lines)] you trap rap hacks ou[ɑ]ght to ha[ɑ]ve your bars shA̲rp just like swords of samurais, for ["sharp" in the sense of "stylish"/"attractive"] as I̲'ve said afore, I'm O̲U̲t for blood, twerps ———————————————————————————————— struck this "bar sport" writing up short ["bar sport (prelude)" followed by this one] on hope, wound up with a flood of thou[ɑ]ghts versed (wow) guess this writer's inner fire's no[ɑ]t burned... out like someone dO̲ne too much work
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Feb 27, 2024
Feb 27, 2024 at 8:53 AM UTC
TRFLD
bar sport (Slay Illsome) [might me edited, expanded]
I write sometimes li̲ke I'm out for blood (I kind of have been & am) like vampires; tha[ɑ]t's for all the injustice & violence absorbed [video games, films, (& later) rap & politics-related stuff] from this unjust & f#cked world you may think I'm a kettle boiling, 'cause writing rhymed texts & going hos— —tile in 'em is a way to blow steam off besI̲des that, I'm bored like a plank that I̲ would, o[ʌ]f course ["board"] not mind watching a ****** dumb war— —mongering, power-drunk **** walk off into the waters galore of hungry cro[ɑ]cs or sharks, though I̲ would o[ɑ]pt for something much worse if punishing power-corrupted schmucks were up to mO̲I̲ with my warped mind; like a drama queen, or a jihadi fiend at a public spot with hO̲[ɑ]stile in— —tentions & a bomb, or a gun on him I'd make such a scene ["sin"] one tor—mentors would love to observe one worth grabbing some ****** po[ɑ]pcorn [like the one portrayed in "punishment of an autocrat"] ****** alert; the cynical fiend inside wants to join this lyrical binge give 'em ****** hell, dude ———————————————————————————————— listen U̲p, you **** fool this message is also for the trap rap playschool that you pU̲nk pertain to consider yourself LIA 'cA̲U̲se you're plain doomed [lost in action] like an aircrA̲ft which is about to crA̲sh into the ground (plane, doomed) call thI̲s sh#t maltreatment but don't get the joke twisted saying that, like a wicked professor prone to acquitting indecent, bold, I'ma teach you a lesson, *** I don't mean you'll be a victim of *** assau[ɔ]lt or something ["molltreatment"] a lesson 'cause in this lyric-writing game, you are as qualified as lame stewds [stu(ew)dents] you better find some **** tools 'cause the screws of mine are cray loose just like Deadpool's; memorize this name to call me by: Slay Illsome [Deadpool's real name is Wade Wilson] you're like pup: so ****** tame you should be called Lame Chillsome ["po[ɑ]p", in the sense of "pop music"] so inept that holding somebO̲[ɑ]dy's dra[ɛ]nk, you'd prob'ly wind up with the dra[ɛ]nk spilled, chump I'm an instiller of awe & distaste a thrill killer, nuts, A̲lthough well-trained and I really like to slay noobs I'll be enjoying some thrilling, high-octane tunes while you'll be stricken by the grave blues 'cause I'll have you feeling such a pain you are gon' wish it were Max 'stead of me & start to pray to ["Payne"; Max Payne, who mostly just guns down his targets] me to put you down like I̲'m the type slinging off at others; I'll I̲ce you by swinging my ****** blade through your neck like a batter, whereA̲fter I[ɑ]'ll pick up your nut & make use of it as a **** bA̲sketball, ***** I'll chop you in parts, then bo[ɑ]x 'em, like a way to verbally tag an attrA̲ctive gal with a set of plumply shaped ***** ["buxom"] I'll have the box wrapped a la gifts and then get the remainders of you sE̲nt ta a replantation-focused center (so much for something with the littlest of spite...) ———————————————————————————————— like a substance a[ɑ]ddict tryna quit but quickly sliding ba[ɑ]ckwards one verse & I'm back to mY̲ bad ha[ɑ]bits [the prelude] of writing; like someone you wa[ɑ]nt, this art form is something I sure have go[ɑ]t a lust for which explains why I'm sO̲ de—voted to my stuff when it's getting laid, like a carnal co[ɑ]mmerce; lyrical self-indulgence, much more than self-indulgent "I̲'ve got" type twerps making unco[ɑ]mplicated trap as if there were something like a cavy that those diletta[ɑ]nti aim to catch like someO̲ne depraved, I have (what?) a ba[ɑ]wdy-like urge in my mI̲nd when I verse like a tI̲ght-fit guise worn by a gal with nice curves exercising, intention... of nailing rhyming ["in tension"] as if rhymes were lush girls the type to whom technical seduction comes first lyrics-wise, which is why some of my works may be regarded as hot stuff like a heated iron flyi[—]ng to[—]ward the face of a tyrant-like **** with the bo[ɑ]ttom side forth; do this kind of stuff for fun & to maintain these mI̲nd skills I scored ["slay just to maintain some relish & killing skills"] which explains why I dub it "bar sport" [sport/fun of making bars (rhymed lines)] you trap rap hacks ou[ɑ]ght to ha[ɑ]ve your bars shA̲rp just like swords of samurais, for ["sharp" in the sense of "stylish"/"attractive"] as I̲'ve said afore, I'm O̲U̲t for blood, twerps ———————————————————————————————— struck this "bar sport" writing up short ["bar sport (prelude)" followed by this one] on hope, wound up with a flood of thou[ɑ]ghts versed (wow) guess this writer's inner fire's no[ɑ]t burned... out like someone dO̲ne too much work
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a medieval blacksmith, insO̲— —much as lyrical material of mine gets cast sim. to cold weapons; I'd say, as anything mind-distracting, like dope ["destructing"] lyric-writing acts in the role of temp rise, 'cause it unshadows the mind like **** skies, dissipating clouds of lack of delight which is whY̲ I clepe it as "mind eclipse" (lack of the light) hence all the grimness seen in mY̲ bar sheets (chernukha) like someone having a flight, a bored, tragedy wight ["aboard"] lashings of spite I add in my lines a geek practicing harassment in rhymes as a pastime; an antihero, like Frank Castle I side with on going against baddies with vice (lesser evil) 'cause you can't battle a knight or a savage canine, or seize a bastion by means of any kind of chatting (good luck managing that, gandhists) get real; chances of collapsing a toughened up corrupt regime by tranquil, brawl-free rallies are as high as a bA̲nged up substance addict can be (highly unlikely); though I keep the anti-autocratic subject matter frontline, for ones who half-a##edly indite their lyrics, it's casket likewise; a wA̲ck sod with pine boxes & nails for 'em; & thA̲t's something I'm more than glad to provide you with; tra[ɛ]nslation: you ain't sA̲fe, chumps [a casket isn't a safe, hence "it's casket" means "it isn't/ain't safe"] like an offer to have a sled ride "dude, let's slay some" ["sleigh"] said the voice of the Islamist radical-like rapper in my bean (Shady); "let's bring a da[ɛ]ng mayhem" ["bin Shady": Osama bin Laden + Slim Shady, who's a lyrical terrorist] it added with passion, then I'm like: "sounds like a blast of a time" (kaboom) but no[ɑ]t to you, be—cause I'm on my violent bullsh#t (again) like a jihadi loony; with these lines I'm suited up with, you'll be blasted like plants bY̲ a shrE̲wd wind or like a head of state ordained to invade a neighboring state in this **** field, I feel like Max Payne with a gauge [shotgun] in a prey-tE̲E̲ming weald hunting as sport; slay just to main— —tain some relish & killing skills you're like misbehavior-free slaves in this field; translation: you're tame (lyrically) ["tranSLAYtion"] therefore, you're unwished-for like anyone & anything with a high lack of approval [by "high lack of approval" I mean "dissent"] on politics of the regime of some dastardly ruler (dastardly ruler) drunk by the power he keeps a tight grA̲sp on & moola (power & moola) just like Vlad the mean puta (Vlad the mean puta) code name's lavato[—]ry shooter (lavatory shooter) you jacklegs remind me of simple cases or the Batman that time when he wound up with his bA̲ck damaged by Bane, 'cause I get you cracked with no strife just like trash, you would wi[aɪ]nd up in the dumps if you set your crap next to mine and let ones being into rap scrutinize your level of lyrical threat's to splatter a high— —ball glass or stuff like that, punks; me? like an armor-clA̲d man, a night— ["knight"] —mare; Dante strapped with a scythe [Dante from the "Devil May Cry" video game series] the way I whack, it's so tight that I have my device playing some phA̲t beats as I masterly slice you hacks into stripes like the Senyera; rap di̲letta[ɑ]nti and political oppressors are picked as targets and I may be read as a vigila[ɑ]nte 'cause I go after you like V; like 2 sawbones having a fight with their scalpel-like knives [I go after the aforementiond figures in my lyrics] ["after U [which is followed by V]"; V from "V for Vendetta"] a pa[ɛ]radox while A̲t it 'cause I go autocratic, despite ["pair of docs"] the views thA̲t I stick by; other words, I kick A̲## as if I were dealing a jA̲cka## foot strikes [I'm against unjustified maltreatment of animals, that sentence is just for wordplay] a rebel thinker with a wrA̲pped up in rhymes sick, hazardous mind bringing lyrical disasters & crimes oh, there's one I'm imagining right now; a rap-writing dabbler, besides an autocratic ***** wi[aɪ]nds up inside a hearse with me being A̲t the wheel like a town that's rife in terms of poison-pushing; a psychopA̲th when I drive ["atterville"; ****** path"] speed up to 150 miles per hour on a track in Alpine heights, pound a ******* curb barrier breaching it & sending the wagon in flight open out the driver door and jump out with a 'chute backpA̲ck on my spine (bye-f#cking-bye!) watching the car go down, just like a war criminal busted, & whereafter burst, like brain arteries of a nazissistic scoundrel; like reports saying an autocratic piece of trash nullifies the limit of his presiding terms I'm bA̲d news when I'm on my lyric-writing horse [the "high horse" expression] like cavalry; I'd like a dastardly, vice-ridden autocrat to reply ["riding horse"] with lyrics to any of the crA̲p I've devised in opposition to authoritarianism should I send some to the office with galore of rE̲A̲r-licking minions of that "it's all the nasty West" guy or that's suicide?
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Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 4:40 PM UTC
TRFLD
a hostile rhymefall [might me edited, expanded]
a medieval blacksmith, insO̲— —much as lyrical material of mine gets cast sim. to cold weapons; I'd say, as anything mind-distracting, like dope ["destructing"] lyric-writing acts in the role of temp rise, 'cause it unshadows the mind like **** skies, dissipating clouds of lack of delight which is whY̲ I clepe it as "mind eclipse" (lack of the light) hence all the grimness seen in mY̲ bar sheets (chernukha) like someone having a flight, a bored, tragedy wight ["aboard"] lashings of spite I add in my lines a geek practicing harassment in rhymes as a pastime; an antihero, like Frank Castle I side with on going against baddies with vice (lesser evil) 'cause you can't battle a knight or a savage canine, or seize a bastion by means of any kind of chatting (good luck managing that, gandhists) get real; chances of collapsing a toughened up corrupt regime by tranquil, brawl-free rallies are as high as a bA̲nged up substance addict can be (highly unlikely); though I keep the anti-autocratic subject matter frontline, for ones who half-a##edly indite their lyrics, it's casket likewise; a wA̲ck sod with pine boxes & nails for 'em; & thA̲t's something I'm more than glad to provide you with; tra[ɛ]nslation: you ain't sA̲fe, chumps [a casket isn't a safe, hence "it's casket" means "it isn't/ain't safe"] like an offer to have a sled ride "dude, let's slay some" ["sleigh"] said the voice of the Islamist radical-like rapper in my bean (Shady); "let's bring a da[ɛ]ng mayhem" ["bin Shady": Osama bin Laden + Slim Shady, who's a lyrical terrorist] it added with passion, then I'm like: "sounds like a blast of a time" (kaboom) but no[ɑ]t to you, be—cause I'm on my violent bullsh#t (again) like a jihadi loony; with these lines I'm suited up with, you'll be blasted like plants bY̲ a shrE̲wd wind or like a head of state ordained to invade a neighboring state in this **** field, I feel like Max Payne with a gauge [shotgun] in a prey-tE̲E̲ming weald hunting as sport; slay just to main— —tain some relish & killing skills you're like misbehavior-free slaves in this field; translation: you're tame (lyrically) ["tranSLAYtion"] therefore, you're unwished-for like anyone & anything with a high lack of approval [by "high lack of approval" I mean "dissent"] on politics of the regime of some dastardly ruler (dastardly ruler) drunk by the power he keeps a tight grA̲sp on & moola (power & moola) just like Vlad the mean puta (Vlad the mean puta) code name's lavato[—]ry shooter (lavatory shooter) you jacklegs remind me of simple cases or the Batman that time when he wound up with his bA̲ck damaged by Bane, 'cause I get you cracked with no strife just like trash, you would wi[aɪ]nd up in the dumps if you set your crap next to mine and let ones being into rap scrutinize your level of lyrical threat's to splatter a high— —ball glass or stuff like that, punks; me? like an armor-clA̲d man, a night— ["knight"] —mare; Dante strapped with a scythe [Dante from the "Devil May Cry" video game series] the way I whack, it's so tight that I have my device playing some phA̲t beats as I masterly slice you hacks into stripes like the Senyera; rap di̲letta[ɑ]nti and political oppressors are picked as targets and I may be read as a vigila[ɑ]nte 'cause I go after you like V; like 2 sawbones having a fight with their scalpel-like knives [I go after the aforementiond figures in my lyrics] ["after U [which is followed by V]"; V from "V for Vendetta"] a pa[ɛ]radox while A̲t it 'cause I go autocratic, despite ["pair of docs"] the views thA̲t I stick by; other words, I kick A̲## as if I were dealing a jA̲cka## foot strikes [I'm against unjustified maltreatment of animals, that sentence is just for wordplay] a rebel thinker with a wrA̲pped up in rhymes sick, hazardous mind bringing lyrical disasters & crimes oh, there's one I'm imagining right now; a rap-writing dabbler, besides an autocratic ***** wi[aɪ]nds up inside a hearse with me being A̲t the wheel like a town that's rife in terms of poison-pushing; a psychopA̲th when I drive ["atterville"; ****** path"] speed up to 150 miles per hour on a track in Alpine heights, pound a ******* curb barrier breaching it & sending the wagon in flight open out the driver door and jump out with a 'chute backpA̲ck on my spine (bye-f#cking-bye!) watching the car go down, just like a war criminal busted, & whereafter burst, like brain arteries of a nazissistic scoundrel; like reports saying an autocratic piece of trash nullifies the limit of his presiding terms I'm bA̲d news when I'm on my lyric-writing horse [the "high horse" expression] like cavalry; I'd like a dastardly, vice-ridden autocrat to reply ["riding horse"] with lyrics to any of the crA̲p I've devised in opposition to authoritarianism should I send some to the office with galore of rE̲A̲r-licking minions of that "it's all the nasty West" guy or that's suicide?
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a[ɛ]m I going psychotic in my **** mind or ma[ɛ]nkind is on a deranged ride [in fact, I prefer the word "humankind", but it doesn't fit with the rhyme pattern] on an armored train? like that power-cray North Korean son of a bo[ɑ]mb afraid of his own ******* shadow, for it, ju[ɪ]st like this cocks#cking fatso's order, is quite terrible; on a reckless ride that's go[ʌ]nna take the highly developed kind back fro[ʌ]m the age of reason to the uncivilized past's darksome days ["dark somedays"] (probably the latter) ———————————————————————————————— should be in a mental asylum watched over (why?) off my "meds" like some iron-grip jE̲rkwad [the meds were mostly video games] in power striking a wA̲r up an indescribable U̲rge to wreak destruction & ****** [mostly lyrically] as if I were a horse-riding enforcer of the Apo[ɑ]calypse or a jihadist supporter of the IslA̲mist new order heading to a spot with the public galO̲re to turn up at; I'm highly avE̲rse to autocracy, but tyrant-like to[—]ward a kindergartner-like verser half-a## writers, conformers, & allies of usurpers better put on something fire-sound or go underground like the Camorra or Johaness Arnesson, fO̲r I ["for I" is supposed to be read/pronounced as "fora"] [Camorra is a part of the underworld] [Johannes Arnesson (Owl Vision) makes underground type of electronic music] am, like when a living victim's hide's being bU̲rned to muscles by a hob O̲r a cutting blowpipe, a fierce torcher ["torture"] and if there were, like Ivan the Fourth, a terrible tsar & a murker, like a hitman satisfying hit orders [the reign of Ivan the Terrible is infamous for, inter alia, tortures] for me to take my pick like a **** 𝑓𝑜[ɔ]𝑡𝑘𝑎 ["pic."] I'd, like the wight-like equine rider direct my sight on the former (scythe); you hardly can stI̲r up [Death, the pale one of the 4 horsemen of the Apocalypse] a spark, I've come to the taiga & stI̲rred up a violent inferno; while in the wilds, I've discerned a couple of male old-timers encircled by some guards & cam workers; a fire fiend, for the restless mind is like a flamethrower which this corruption-plagued world su— —pplies with fuel like a "Flying J" servo don't get this wrong, I can't be bothered re[eɪ] which kai is fave by which state, but I'm afraid autocracy is, in the China vein, on the rise today (on the rice) but, for the sake of a fighter plane laying f#cking waste to a ride or train with an autocratic ******* aboard what is a singular someO̲ne that ain't a well-savvy hacktivist nor a sick gunfighter, like Max Payne to do when the disbalance between a civil society and a regime in some abysmal auto[ɑ]cracy is so grave there's nothing safe and rock-solid, like a tungsten ***** to do to undermine this state of affairs? apply the cre[i]do of yours to whatever at which you are versed that's why I'm engaged in my anti-autocratic rhyme crusade [previously to this one: "punishment of an autocrat"; "надвигался 2022-ой" ➔] [➔ "all the worst to autocrats" & anti-authoritarian fragments ➔] [➔ of some other rhyme pieces published by me] I might lO̲O̲k to be an evil-minded skate now, but, seizing the opportunity like some viced ***** gained a role O̲f a rU̲ler with an unchecked political might & aimed at establishing a tight-grip reign inside the state there's something I'd like to say I hhhooock... thooo... spit on tyrants' graves and graves of their compliant aides without the slightest shame, I, like a crane for construction, raze ["raise"] their heads—tones by a mace from the knightly age bet taphophiles ain't gonna like the way in which I behave; ones who're enviro-cray better get fire squa[ɑ]ds awake like a rite that takes place after someone's life has waned wholly (a wake), 'cause I get mY̲ hands laid on a pulverizer with spirits of wine & spray it on those scheissers' grave—yards, then make 'em go, like the face of someone laughing so wildly they are about to split their sides, ablaze and I've barely gotten underway lyrics-wise, I'm gonna give a harsh time to a power-blinded, nazissistic go[ɑ]bshite a sort of tea party which you'll no[ɑ]t like 'cause there's a billypo[ɑ]t rife with steaming splo[ɑ]sh I've got in the pipeline, like oil, & will be pleased to slo[ɑ]sh right into your filthy mug, swine, so here's a piece of a[ɑ]dvice better get equipped with some wipes and something chilling, much like a horror game when you sit without lights and with earphones on in the middle o[ʌ]f night it may seem now as if I'm a kitchen cart guy and you're at an eating spo[ɑ]t (why?) 'cause you're about to get served scuzz, I'ma strike a lyrical skewer through your mouth & your stern just like a swine ———————————————————————————————— it is night-time, like the pre-enlightenment E̲[i]poch, but I'm ["knight time"] like a ballista sho[ɑ]t flyi[—]ng the target's way, in the open air & quite away like an anthracite aflame/ablaze ["(a) vay" (Malagasy) - "(a) glowing coal"] nearby the gates of your sublime estate a mite ashamed to say this, but I might be ta'en for the Russian state or the "Hamas" brigade (why?) these premises are like Ukraine or Israel, respectively, inasmuch as they are gonna be violated sI̲m. to a victim of a ****** finna penetrate your villa like the agent Fisher [Sam Fisher from the "Splintel Cell" video game series] which is gonna be made much quicker than you, a[ɛ]nxious geezer, would make a lady stimu—lated I̲nto the ****** state; your security system & lights are way like a surgeon who's armless, they no longer o[ɑ]perate (ha-ha) 'cause I have an EMP device in play; the weather, by the way is trash, raining, just like Hussein in his presiding days (trash, reigning) but your cap-cladded daw[ɑ]gs remain outside despite that & an adage Russians say that a dog keeper that is mindful ain't gonna let his dogs be outside at the time it rains or when some other weather that's bad becomes the case but thA̲t's, un—like the sign that's made of metal & acts A̲s an indication that it's a co[ɑ]p you face not a bother; like a register that has an ["buzzer", in the sense of "police badge"] abundant range of info about a vile regime's pieces of crap having rank slides, such as their addies, mug sho[ɑ]ts, & names a specialist, the black-cladded ["special list"] crusader from the Norsefire-tyrannized UK in the Guy Fawkes mask strapped with [V from "V For Vendetta"] a blowgun with darts, like the pirate claimed the title of an assassin [Edward Kenway from "Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag"] by which I sedate those diletta[ɑ]nte[—]s ordained to guard your place as I slyly make my ******* way forth like a farcE̲U̲r coming out of behind the stage lock pick the door of your house then walk inside like a pro[ɑ]mena[eɪ]de (walking site) while touring around the pretty so[ɑ]lid place of yours, I encoun— —ter your do[ɑ]xy draped with a corse[—]let-like towel not far away from the room in which you shower, bathe with her bo[ɑ]dy shape, to one whose mind's unchaste she's like a va—cant front seat to one whose sight's debased hard not to try & take; but, given the time & place, I try to stay away from these broad thoughts like an ex-cock-bawd (thots) besides your inviting bae like a ship-parking space nearby a pirate-obliging place ["inviting bay"] I descry your maid nearby the kitchen-dinette; they both get tranquilized, like someO̲ne who came for a massage, & chained to pillars of a ba[ɑ]lustrade with their gobs sealed with parcel tape arrived a mite hungry, so I knife a slice off of an icebox pie I came bY̲ inside the fridge of yours, then eat it sE̲rved on your high-cost plate using your silver fork & your table knife engraved with a rhomb grid adornment (some would think you're a perfectionist, like me when I undertake) (rhyming like an Eastern person) ["ramen"] (but, in accordance with what my mindset says) (it's more likely you're just pretty corny) (like rappers whose lines display their consumerism-governed brains) (and whose body of rhymes is shaped in an unenticing way) once the meal's finished, like a rival/fighter slain in a "Mortal Ko[ɑ]mbat" fray, I leave your tableware defiled, same as that pious place, in which ***** Riot made a protest performance pU̲t on, like that unashamed co[ɑ]cky, a la desert soldiers ["khaki"] autocratic swine that reigns in the north-east mo[ɑ]bster state some high-octane tunes fro[ʌ]m a play— —list of mine, then start to make your hideaway [it's supposed that the EMP effect has gone by this time, so electronics are able to function] look like it faced the wildest rave that mustered skates who have, like a wrE̲cking ball a disorganizing trait towards stuff that's ta[ɛ]ngible and are prone to territory-marking, same as what's done by a[ɛ]nimals or bY̲ street ga[ɛ]ngs quite an effortful jo[ɑ]b awaits your unlucky maid or whoever you're gonna choose to invite & pay in order to neutralize the may—hem caused by my stay ———————————————————————————————— such a misfortune you, ***** are away from your glorious castle which is, like a brutal ****** that you are, looking nO̲[ɑ]t so ["nutso"] glorious now if you look insI̲de, *** (ha-ha) you stupid shI̲teball, ***** you, li̲ke bolts
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Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 5:59 AM UTC
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spit on autocrats' graves [might be edited, expanded]
a[ɛ]m I going psychotic in my **** mind or ma[ɛ]nkind is on a deranged ride [in fact, I prefer the word "humankind", but it doesn't fit with the rhyme pattern] on an armored train? like that power-cray North Korean son of a bo[ɑ]mb afraid of his own ******* shadow, for it, ju[ɪ]st like this cocks#cking fatso's order, is quite terrible; on a reckless ride that's go[ʌ]nna take the highly developed kind back fro[ʌ]m the age of reason to the uncivilized past's darksome days ["dark somedays"] (probably the latter) ———————————————————————————————— should be in a mental asylum watched over (why?) off my "meds" like some iron-grip jE̲rkwad [the meds were mostly video games] in power striking a wA̲r up an indescribable U̲rge to wreak destruction & ****** [mostly lyrically] as if I were a horse-riding enforcer of the Apo[ɑ]calypse or a jihadist supporter of the IslA̲mist new order heading to a spot with the public galO̲re to turn up at; I'm highly avE̲rse to autocracy, but tyrant-like to[—]ward a kindergartner-like verser half-a## writers, conformers, & allies of usurpers better put on something fire-sound or go underground like the Camorra or Johaness Arnesson, fO̲r I ["for I" is supposed to be read/pronounced as "fora"] [Camorra is a part of the underworld] [Johannes Arnesson (Owl Vision) makes underground type of electronic music] am, like when a living victim's hide's being bU̲rned to muscles by a hob O̲r a cutting blowpipe, a fierce torcher ["torture"] and if there were, like Ivan the Fourth, a terrible tsar & a murker, like a hitman satisfying hit orders [the reign of Ivan the Terrible is infamous for, inter alia, tortures] for me to take my pick like a **** 𝑓𝑜[ɔ]𝑡𝑘𝑎 ["pic."] I'd, like the wight-like equine rider direct my sight on the former (scythe); you hardly can stI̲r up [Death, the pale one of the 4 horsemen of the Apocalypse] a spark, I've come to the taiga & stI̲rred up a violent inferno; while in the wilds, I've discerned a couple of male old-timers encircled by some guards & cam workers; a fire fiend, for the restless mind is like a flamethrower which this corruption-plagued world su— —pplies with fuel like a "Flying J" servo don't get this wrong, I can't be bothered re[eɪ] which kai is fave by which state, but I'm afraid autocracy is, in the China vein, on the rise today (on the rice) but, for the sake of a fighter plane laying f#cking waste to a ride or train with an autocratic ******* aboard what is a singular someO̲ne that ain't a well-savvy hacktivist nor a sick gunfighter, like Max Payne to do when the disbalance between a civil society and a regime in some abysmal auto[ɑ]cracy is so grave there's nothing safe and rock-solid, like a tungsten ***** to do to undermine this state of affairs? apply the cre[i]do of yours to whatever at which you are versed that's why I'm engaged in my anti-autocratic rhyme crusade [previously to this one: "punishment of an autocrat"; "надвигался 2022-ой" ➔] [➔ "all the worst to autocrats" & anti-authoritarian fragments ➔] [➔ of some other rhyme pieces published by me] I might lO̲O̲k to be an evil-minded skate now, but, seizing the opportunity like some viced ***** gained a role O̲f a rU̲ler with an unchecked political might & aimed at establishing a tight-grip reign inside the state there's something I'd like to say I hhhooock... thooo... spit on tyrants' graves and graves of their compliant aides without the slightest shame, I, like a crane for construction, raze ["raise"] their heads—tones by a mace from the knightly age bet taphophiles ain't gonna like the way in which I behave; ones who're enviro-cray better get fire squa[ɑ]ds awake like a rite that takes place after someone's life has waned wholly (a wake), 'cause I get mY̲ hands laid on a pulverizer with spirits of wine & spray it on those scheissers' grave—yards, then make 'em go, like the face of someone laughing so wildly they are about to split their sides, ablaze and I've barely gotten underway lyrics-wise, I'm gonna give a harsh time to a power-blinded, nazissistic go[ɑ]bshite a sort of tea party which you'll no[ɑ]t like 'cause there's a billypo[ɑ]t rife with steaming splo[ɑ]sh I've got in the pipeline, like oil, & will be pleased to slo[ɑ]sh right into your filthy mug, swine, so here's a piece of a[ɑ]dvice better get equipped with some wipes and something chilling, much like a horror game when you sit without lights and with earphones on in the middle o[ʌ]f night it may seem now as if I'm a kitchen cart guy and you're at an eating spo[ɑ]t (why?) 'cause you're about to get served scuzz, I'ma strike a lyrical skewer through your mouth & your stern just like a swine ———————————————————————————————— it is night-time, like the pre-enlightenment E̲[i]poch, but I'm ["knight time"] like a ballista sho[ɑ]t flyi[—]ng the target's way, in the open air & quite away like an anthracite aflame/ablaze ["(a) vay" (Malagasy) - "(a) glowing coal"] nearby the gates of your sublime estate a mite ashamed to say this, but I might be ta'en for the Russian state or the "Hamas" brigade (why?) these premises are like Ukraine or Israel, respectively, inasmuch as they are gonna be violated sI̲m. to a victim of a ****** finna penetrate your villa like the agent Fisher [Sam Fisher from the "Splintel Cell" video game series] which is gonna be made much quicker than you, a[ɛ]nxious geezer, would make a lady stimu—lated I̲nto the ****** state; your security system & lights are way like a surgeon who's armless, they no longer o[ɑ]perate (ha-ha) 'cause I have an EMP device in play; the weather, by the way is trash, raining, just like Hussein in his presiding days (trash, reigning) but your cap-cladded daw[ɑ]gs remain outside despite that & an adage Russians say that a dog keeper that is mindful ain't gonna let his dogs be outside at the time it rains or when some other weather that's bad becomes the case but thA̲t's, un—like the sign that's made of metal & acts A̲s an indication that it's a co[ɑ]p you face not a bother; like a register that has an ["buzzer", in the sense of "police badge"] abundant range of info about a vile regime's pieces of crap having rank slides, such as their addies, mug sho[ɑ]ts, & names a specialist, the black-cladded ["special list"] crusader from the Norsefire-tyrannized UK in the Guy Fawkes mask strapped with [V from "V For Vendetta"] a blowgun with darts, like the pirate claimed the title of an assassin [Edward Kenway from "Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag"] by which I sedate those diletta[ɑ]nte[—]s ordained to guard your place as I slyly make my ******* way forth like a farcE̲U̲r coming out of behind the stage lock pick the door of your house then walk inside like a pro[ɑ]mena[eɪ]de (walking site) while touring around the pretty so[ɑ]lid place of yours, I encoun— —ter your do[ɑ]xy draped with a corse[—]let-like towel not far away from the room in which you shower, bathe with her bo[ɑ]dy shape, to one whose mind's unchaste she's like a va—cant front seat to one whose sight's debased hard not to try & take; but, given the time & place, I try to stay away from these broad thoughts like an ex-cock-bawd (thots) besides your inviting bae like a ship-parking space nearby a pirate-obliging place ["inviting bay"] I descry your maid nearby the kitchen-dinette; they both get tranquilized, like someO̲ne who came for a massage, & chained to pillars of a ba[ɑ]lustrade with their gobs sealed with parcel tape arrived a mite hungry, so I knife a slice off of an icebox pie I came bY̲ inside the fridge of yours, then eat it sE̲rved on your high-cost plate using your silver fork & your table knife engraved with a rhomb grid adornment (some would think you're a perfectionist, like me when I undertake) (rhyming like an Eastern person) ["ramen"] (but, in accordance with what my mindset says) (it's more likely you're just pretty corny) (like rappers whose lines display their consumerism-governed brains) (and whose body of rhymes is shaped in an unenticing way) once the meal's finished, like a rival/fighter slain in a "Mortal Ko[ɑ]mbat" fray, I leave your tableware defiled, same as that pious place, in which ***** Riot made a protest performance pU̲t on, like that unashamed co[ɑ]cky, a la desert soldiers ["khaki"] autocratic swine that reigns in the north-east mo[ɑ]bster state some high-octane tunes fro[ʌ]m a play— —list of mine, then start to make your hideaway [it's supposed that the EMP effect has gone by this time, so electronics are able to function] look like it faced the wildest rave that mustered skates who have, like a wrE̲cking ball a disorganizing trait towards stuff that's ta[ɛ]ngible and are prone to territory-marking, same as what's done by a[ɛ]nimals or bY̲ street ga[ɛ]ngs quite an effortful jo[ɑ]b awaits your unlucky maid or whoever you're gonna choose to invite & pay in order to neutralize the may—hem caused by my stay ———————————————————————————————— such a misfortune you, ***** are away from your glorious castle which is, like a brutal ****** that you are, looking nO̲[ɑ]t so ["nutso"] glorious now if you look insI̲de, *** (ha-ha) you stupid shI̲teball, ***** you, li̲ke bolts
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lyrically, I kind of feel like an assassin at the task point & equipped with poison darts for I'm 'bout to let fly an attack in this b#tch with toxic bars pointed, like v𝗜per's fangs, at an outfit of office bo[ɑ]ds/do[ɑ]gs kno𝗪n 𝗔s "Electro𝗡ic Ar𝗧s" at the time it was found a certain game of thine is shut down like a chipmunk, I went nuts 'cause, for keeps, I'd lost 𝗠𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗦 (lost) on styling which, several hours were spent thanks for all the time wasted don't even have screen captures of them awesome, amazing! —————————————————————— when it comes to discussions like games get human noggins go crazy it's not them themselves are stuff to put blame on it's, among things not mentioned, such situations —————————————————————— now getting 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 to those responsible for that scoundrelly act and probably not giving an ounce of a f#ck like a tire drifting down a speed track ["attire"] it's gon' get smoky & ho[ɑ]t (for you) barbecue; so go hit a dog & bone & ring up ["heat"] a local smoke eaters squa[ɑ]d 'kin to "Rebel", I scream f#ck the suits ["keen"; "ice cream"] like somebody chosen to o[ɑ]pt for a punk-like look but you can all get choked by asco[ɑ]t (lethally) as if you were getting iced by someone who's got Caledonian blood (a Scott) appetite to hunt unful– –filled; you're in it to make bread like Schmidt's ["field"] but don't be swift to get laid-back, don't chill akin to potatoes & sh#t like that, better maintain your eyes peeled better still is beating a hasty retreat 'cause it's me in the same freaking field ["freak in field"] the Creeper, in it to prey like a priest ["pray"] as if you were ****** in religion (horse?) I'm speeding your way like a whip (vroom-vroom) in other words, you're in fO̲r some moll-treatment told I'm in it to prey since it's writ large that you're being a game in this b#tch which, in turn, is the reason I'm playing a bit (with words) to say it in brief, you're simply collation to ge[ɪ]t let me add a medievalish taste to this sh#t ["evilish"] arranging it akin to the H & the G ["a range"] not "H" & "G" as in hunter & game, though "H" & "G" as in Hansel & Gretel i.e. with you getting ablaze like a witch with this one, might be given a place in a list of ones given to making it lit in the middle of taking a trip, the freighter's equipped and fit for action like babes in dance clips the cargo's like a ********** becau[ɑ]se it's gon' go down on you a kind of mood to bust the roof of the "Arts" HQ; an armored loot box, large & toom, will pro[ɑ]b'ly do then dump on you a multitude of fla[ɑ]sks produced from gla[ɑ]ss & full of ga[ɑ]s, then use a bottle of Molotov like pirate dudes, I spark the fuse the falcon shoots, the target's doomed dead in the water, so a po[ɑ]ssible res–po[ɑ]nd from you (pond) is nothing short of garbage-good (dead in the water) [lyrical waters] these bars being by the side of you are like balloons within a reach of clowns in other words, you might get it twisted now but it's time for you to find a new **** jo[ɑ]b in view of the lines above becau[ɑ]se it looks like I̲'ve zilch short of go[ɑ]tten you fired, which is why I̲ feel like a bo[ɑ]ss 'kin to a vehicle used bY̲ whelps to get brou[ɑ]ght to school (bus) exorcism bout for it's like getting demons out [letting demons out] guess you, "EA", have already figured out the amusement which shutdown my pen is steamed about it's "NFS: W"
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Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 2:32 PM UTC
TRFLD
lyrics for "EA" to be murked by [might be edited, expanded]
lyrically, I kind of feel like an assassin at the task point & equipped with poison darts for I'm 'bout to let fly an attack in this b#tch with toxic bars pointed, like v𝗜per's fangs, at an outfit of office bo[ɑ]ds/do[ɑ]gs kno𝗪n 𝗔s "Electro𝗡ic Ar𝗧s" at the time it was found a certain game of thine is shut down like a chipmunk, I went nuts 'cause, for keeps, I'd lost 𝗠𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗦 (lost) on styling which, several hours were spent thanks for all the time wasted don't even have screen captures of them awesome, amazing! —————————————————————— when it comes to discussions like games get human noggins go crazy it's not them themselves are stuff to put blame on it's, among things not mentioned, such situations —————————————————————— now getting 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 to those responsible for that scoundrelly act and probably not giving an ounce of a f#ck like a tire drifting down a speed track ["attire"] it's gon' get smoky & ho[ɑ]t (for you) barbecue; so go hit a dog & bone & ring up ["heat"] a local smoke eaters squa[ɑ]d 'kin to "Rebel", I scream f#ck the suits ["keen"; "ice cream"] like somebody chosen to o[ɑ]pt for a punk-like look but you can all get choked by asco[ɑ]t (lethally) as if you were getting iced by someone who's got Caledonian blood (a Scott) appetite to hunt unful– –filled; you're in it to make bread like Schmidt's ["field"] but don't be swift to get laid-back, don't chill akin to potatoes & sh#t like that, better maintain your eyes peeled better still is beating a hasty retreat 'cause it's me in the same freaking field ["freak in field"] the Creeper, in it to prey like a priest ["pray"] as if you were ****** in religion (horse?) I'm speeding your way like a whip (vroom-vroom) in other words, you're in fO̲r some moll-treatment told I'm in it to prey since it's writ large that you're being a game in this b#tch which, in turn, is the reason I'm playing a bit (with words) to say it in brief, you're simply collation to ge[ɪ]t let me add a medievalish taste to this sh#t ["evilish"] arranging it akin to the H & the G ["a range"] not "H" & "G" as in hunter & game, though "H" & "G" as in Hansel & Gretel i.e. with you getting ablaze like a witch with this one, might be given a place in a list of ones given to making it lit in the middle of taking a trip, the freighter's equipped and fit for action like babes in dance clips the cargo's like a ********** becau[ɑ]se it's gon' go down on you a kind of mood to bust the roof of the "Arts" HQ; an armored loot box, large & toom, will pro[ɑ]b'ly do then dump on you a multitude of fla[ɑ]sks produced from gla[ɑ]ss & full of ga[ɑ]s, then use a bottle of Molotov like pirate dudes, I spark the fuse the falcon shoots, the target's doomed dead in the water, so a po[ɑ]ssible res–po[ɑ]nd from you (pond) is nothing short of garbage-good (dead in the water) [lyrical waters] these bars being by the side of you are like balloons within a reach of clowns in other words, you might get it twisted now but it's time for you to find a new **** jo[ɑ]b in view of the lines above becau[ɑ]se it looks like I̲'ve zilch short of go[ɑ]tten you fired, which is why I̲ feel like a bo[ɑ]ss 'kin to a vehicle used bY̲ whelps to get brou[ɑ]ght to school (bus) exorcism bout for it's like getting demons out [letting demons out] guess you, "EA", have already figured out the amusement which shutdown my pen is steamed about it's "NFS: W"
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"Regardless. How hard you try. I'm going to find a way to the top. You cannot bring me down. Period. No games. No schemes. No gags. No ******** Every stone casted at my direction I will use. FORGET A CASTLE. I'm a building  A P Y R A M I D." Descovia* Nowhere to run. The final rage released from the heat of the sun! Humanity paid for it! It cost us, more than what we could afford from funds. I'll be at peace when the fire comes Can't **** me! Hear me roar on the mountains like Aslan! Confident? I just know, I'm few of the ones! Charismatic? I am the definition! You haters are fire, for my ammunition! I got what you lack,  can't **** my ambition! I am dark with the magic. But no dark magician I can bring the static, don't call the electrician!! Come at me, foolish with the games?! Why you even turn that switch on!? I'm a God Father for a reason.  My hold on this game remains strong Criminal minded like a don! You compared to me. There's no competition! What do you mean you keep it G? Last time. I check, you be selling yourself out for the free! Steal from your homies and cry to the police!? Where I am from that s***  is for the weak! You left a taste in my mouth not so sweet. I'm a Ghoul in Tokyo running wild on these streets! So best believe you started a war with a Hero's Academy F*****G WITH ME! I hate it, when I have to raise my voice It's cut-throat, to any of you  be doing the most I know it gets heavy, when you hanging to life on the ropes! If it wasn't for Faith I wouldn't have Hope. I can take you out of the game Pray for Light who needs a DEATHNOTE!? Leave you like the titanic,  you ship-wrecked mess with no other place to float! You say "I'm a *** My wealth are my kids Your platform's a joke. 26 Million followers You could be on tv. BUT YOU CAN'T KEEP COKE OUT  OF YOUR NOSE! Call me animal,  I stated before I'm a GOAT. While you're trying not drown I'm finding my flow   Haters try to their best to impose. You bounce around from one to the next like a yo yo I don't care about how much you party how much money you got from so and so You a one hit trip everybody I know had a turn to go. I can speak more bad on your name.  I'll leave it right here. CASE CLOSED.
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
Descovia
Pyramid! ( Monique Degloyer Diss)
"Regardless. How hard you try. I'm going to find a way to the top. You cannot bring me down. Period. No games. No schemes. No gags. No ******** Every stone casted at my direction I will use. FORGET A CASTLE. I'm a building  A P Y R A M I D." Descovia* Nowhere to run. The final rage released from the heat of the sun! Humanity paid for it! It cost us, more than what we could afford from funds. I'll be at peace when the fire comes Can't **** me! Hear me roar on the mountains like Aslan! Confident? I just know, I'm few of the ones! Charismatic? I am the definition! You haters are fire, for my ammunition! I got what you lack,  can't **** my ambition! I am dark with the magic. But no dark magician I can bring the static, don't call the electrician!! Come at me, foolish with the games?! Why you even turn that switch on!? I'm a God Father for a reason.  My hold on this game remains strong Criminal minded like a don! You compared to me. There's no competition! What do you mean you keep it G? Last time. I check, you be selling yourself out for the free! Steal from your homies and cry to the police!? Where I am from that s***  is for the weak! You left a taste in my mouth not so sweet. I'm a Ghoul in Tokyo running wild on these streets! So best believe you started a war with a Hero's Academy F*****G WITH ME! I hate it, when I have to raise my voice It's cut-throat, to any of you  be doing the most I know it gets heavy, when you hanging to life on the ropes! If it wasn't for Faith I wouldn't have Hope. I can take you out of the game Pray for Light who needs a DEATHNOTE!? Leave you like the titanic,  you ship-wrecked mess with no other place to float! You say "I'm a *** My wealth are my kids Your platform's a joke. 26 Million followers You could be on tv. BUT YOU CAN'T KEEP COKE OUT  OF YOUR NOSE! Call me animal,  I stated before I'm a GOAT. While you're trying not drown I'm finding my flow   Haters try to their best to impose. You bounce around from one to the next like a yo yo I don't care about how much you party how much money you got from so and so You a one hit trip everybody I know had a turn to go. I can speak more bad on your name.  I'll leave it right here. CASE CLOSED.
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Those people **** me off, Making me scoff. Gosh they're so irrelevant, What a joke to flaunt their inelegance. They like inducing pain, But their efforts will be in vain. I won't run from your storms, You won't see me be torn. I'll never crawl back to you, So go play with someone new. I rise up to my prime, I stand up with pride. Got me charged like Goku, Don't regret when I choke you. I won't ever look you in the eye, Cause you're not even worth my time. So try to rain on my parade, So I can put you in your grave.
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Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
Niliable
Irrelevant
Those people **** me off, Making me scoff. Gosh they're so irrelevant, What a joke to flaunt their inelegance. They like inducing pain, But their efforts will be in vain. I won't run from your storms, You won't see me be torn. I'll never crawl back to you, So go play with someone new. I rise up to my prime, I stand up with pride. Got me charged like Goku, Don't regret when I choke you. I won't ever look you in the eye, Cause you're not even worth my time. So try to rain on my parade, So I can put you in your grave.
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Who said love would be easy? Who said life would be a smooth ride? Who said you'd never have to worry? Who said it would never be painful inside? Look at that wretched state of you The flaws you don't seem to accept The pain you've kept hidden under the blankets The mistakes you never seem to forget You think it'll be better when the sun rises tomorrow? You think you'll eventually laugh it all off someday? You think you'll never have to get out of your self-made misery? You think, "maybe not today"? We're all just trying to get by And there you go, torturing yourself with cruelty You wouldn't even want to impose upon your worst enemy And yet You blind yourself with blatant stupidity Of all "I don't deserve"s and "I'll never be happy"s Of saying "life has no meaning" without realizing You could've just made meaning all along All of that have kept you from seeing How loved you were How absolutely treasured you are By those who stayed And those you could make meaning with, If you just wanted to Still You count the ones who left The ones who caused you so much pain The voices that haunt the deep recesses of your brain Like they're the ones that matter the most Aren't you a ******* laughable creature? You. Someone who has so much love wasted inside her, Thrown into a compost pit of potential joy she never realized Because she was too caught up in writing the saddest story humanity has ever written. Boo-hoo. The end. Sad ever after. Welcome to life, honey It's never going to be easy It's never going to be a smooth ride And it's one you only have a chance of taking once So at the very least, pick yourself once more, and cherish the journey.
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
Vaampyrae
A Diss Track to Myself
Who said love would be easy? Who said life would be a smooth ride? Who said you'd never have to worry? Who said it would never be painful inside? Look at that wretched state of you The flaws you don't seem to accept The pain you've kept hidden under the blankets The mistakes you never seem to forget You think it'll be better when the sun rises tomorrow? You think you'll eventually laugh it all off someday? You think you'll never have to get out of your self-made misery? You think, "maybe not today"? We're all just trying to get by And there you go, torturing yourself with cruelty You wouldn't even want to impose upon your worst enemy And yet You blind yourself with blatant stupidity Of all "I don't deserve"s and "I'll never be happy"s Of saying "life has no meaning" without realizing You could've just made meaning all along All of that have kept you from seeing How loved you were How absolutely treasured you are By those who stayed And those you could make meaning with, If you just wanted to Still You count the ones who left The ones who caused you so much pain The voices that haunt the deep recesses of your brain Like they're the ones that matter the most Aren't you a ******* laughable creature? You. Someone who has so much love wasted inside her, Thrown into a compost pit of potential joy she never realized Because she was too caught up in writing the saddest story humanity has ever written. Boo-hoo. The end. Sad ever after. Welcome to life, honey It's never going to be easy It's never going to be a smooth ride And it's one you only have a chance of taking once So at the very least, pick yourself once more, and cherish the journey.
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I'm up your mind flocking, like a bird Menancing, dropping disses like a **** when you look up boy you better be concerned Compared to your rhymes, it would be the flyest **** you ever heard
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 6:53 AM UTC
Oka
I got bars
I'm up your mind flocking, like a bird Menancing, dropping disses like a **** when you look up boy you better be concerned Compared to your rhymes, it would be the flyest **** you ever heard
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Don't have to mope about you, I got prettier lips to kiss No need to keep all the pictures I drew All you deserve is a meaner diss
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
Oka
I can do better than that
Don't have to mope about you, I got prettier lips to kiss No need to keep all the pictures I drew All you deserve is a meaner diss
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it’s hard, finding words that best describe how to feel how to tell. nobody understands, i talk in complicated ways, making it hard for you to grasp onto me. maybe it is the words i use or perhaps, the words you’re unfamiliar with, call me out for being out of context, but the content i create communicates sense to me. i tremble at the sight of people talking around me, troubles me because everyone and everything i know has remained close to speaking ever so carelessly and loosely about me. at this point, they receive pleasure from laughing, mocking and “getting” me, they lie and reflect bitterness is it jealousy or envy? quick assumptions or savvy? call me stupid, useless, or any other unnecessary comment that seems to compliment your currency, but extraordinary is more suitable a trait, than the look of disgrace placed on your face whenever your eyes meet mine.
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Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
mynarrative
difficulty
it’s hard, finding words that best describe how to feel how to tell. nobody understands, i talk in complicated ways, making it hard for you to grasp onto me. maybe it is the words i use or perhaps, the words you’re unfamiliar with, call me out for being out of context, but the content i create communicates sense to me. i tremble at the sight of people talking around me, troubles me because everyone and everything i know has remained close to speaking ever so carelessly and loosely about me. at this point, they receive pleasure from laughing, mocking and “getting” me, they lie and reflect bitterness is it jealousy or envy? quick assumptions or savvy? call me stupid, useless, or any other unnecessary comment that seems to compliment your currency, but extraordinary is more suitable a trait, than the look of disgrace placed on your face whenever your eyes meet mine.
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When I told you that I dig you You were scared and shared That you did not want to do it And you were at all not prepared So why not try to diss me And maybe it will be sometime When I see you I feel nervous And my anxiety escapes the undersurface You did not ace your respective game And let me be ashamed My friends cheered my courage And then felt my pain I didn’t want to see you Because I’d blush again So I finally let you go As the other devil came And I will see when we are done If you’ll ever come back In the memories, in my brain
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
stanhd
*****
When I told you that I dig you You were scared and shared That you did not want to do it And you were at all not prepared So why not try to diss me And maybe it will be sometime When I see you I feel nervous And my anxiety escapes the undersurface You did not ace your respective game And let me be ashamed My friends cheered my courage And then felt my pain I didn’t want to see you Because I’d blush again So I finally let you go As the other devil came And I will see when we are done If you’ll ever come back In the memories, in my brain
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You wish for me to put in words What I have to say Like the answers that I've given On their own Could never relay They come and go Touch on fate Dissipate and replicate The disingenuous nature That you frequently necessitate Extend your olive branch Then act like you feed me When the branches are famished Needy, condescending and deceiving Conceiving that I'm the villain When I don't respond to how you react Like you could perpetuate in me The supposition for your tact The fact that you lack any original clarity Is the reason I'd never reach to you Like I was Seraphim The simple reason That I'm writing all of this Is simply just to prove to you That I don't have to convince I don't have to persist Rehash, then reminisce Like treading through faded memories with you Will satiate my daily fix I resist Because I know exactly where I'm headed And you insist because that truth Is what keeps us separate Every second You playcate on a pretense When your intentions are crystal clear And I can't provide that service Or serve that purpose While I'm standing here To be perfectly honest I never promised you anything All I did was sigh and reply To how your heart would so readily sing Then you project your insecurities Directly to my face As if I was the one who gave them rise Within the first place Protecting your manipulations While contemplating your motives Are exactly the reasons we're done Before we even started I'm sick of being a punching bag For someone acting devoted And now it's been denoted I've written you off, this story is done This time you're in the subject line Because you are truly NOT the one
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC
christopher-polizzi
This Time
You wish for me to put in words What I have to say Like the answers that I've given On their own Could never relay They come and go Touch on fate Dissipate and replicate The disingenuous nature That you frequently necessitate Extend your olive branch Then act like you feed me When the branches are famished Needy, condescending and deceiving Conceiving that I'm the villain When I don't respond to how you react Like you could perpetuate in me The supposition for your tact The fact that you lack any original clarity Is the reason I'd never reach to you Like I was Seraphim The simple reason That I'm writing all of this Is simply just to prove to you That I don't have to convince I don't have to persist Rehash, then reminisce Like treading through faded memories with you Will satiate my daily fix I resist Because I know exactly where I'm headed And you insist because that truth Is what keeps us separate Every second You playcate on a pretense When your intentions are crystal clear And I can't provide that service Or serve that purpose While I'm standing here To be perfectly honest I never promised you anything All I did was sigh and reply To how your heart would so readily sing Then you project your insecurities Directly to my face As if I was the one who gave them rise Within the first place Protecting your manipulations While contemplating your motives Are exactly the reasons we're done Before we even started I'm sick of being a punching bag For someone acting devoted And now it's been denoted I've written you off, this story is done This time you're in the subject line Because you are truly NOT the one
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You think the world owes you something. Well, honey, life don’t work that way. Always walking around with something negative to say. You talk about your life being a drag Rolling a joint with your last zigzag. Wondering why the universe didn’t give you the life you think you deserve When you didn’t even try to put in the hard work. You’re nothing but a **** Oh, poor me, Wallowing in your self pity, Cracking jokes that you think are witty. Tired of living in this city. You can run from your problems but you can’t hide From those demons that are trapped inside. Still searching for a free ride. Who let your head get so ******* big? Acting like a pig. In a hole that is getting deeper Still running from the grim reaper. Your soul is getting weaker. No one likes an attention seeker.
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
ourskyoursea
Attention.
You think the world owes you something. Well, honey, life don’t work that way. Always walking around with something negative to say. You talk about your life being a drag Rolling a joint with your last zigzag. Wondering why the universe didn’t give you the life you think you deserve When you didn’t even try to put in the hard work. You’re nothing but a **** Oh, poor me, Wallowing in your self pity, Cracking jokes that you think are witty. Tired of living in this city. You can run from your problems but you can’t hide From those demons that are trapped inside. Still searching for a free ride. Who let your head get so ******* big? Acting like a pig. In a hole that is getting deeper Still running from the grim reaper. Your soul is getting weaker. No one likes an attention seeker.
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gracing the streets, with her pink stilleto and a pricy frappuccino— she barely sips they can't take their eyes off her, well, who would? even i, i can't. she has class and elegance, money, power— what else is missing? oh, i know, the reason i stared at her for a minute. i just can't forget, how unbothered she is when she threw the empty cup on the ground. i wonder why she doesn't use her bills to buy some manners? oh wait— i forgot-- that's not for sale.
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
sinthesizer
not for sale
gracing the streets, with her pink stilleto and a pricy frappuccino— she barely sips they can't take their eyes off her, well, who would? even i, i can't. she has class and elegance, money, power— what else is missing? oh, i know, the reason i stared at her for a minute. i just can't forget, how unbothered she is when she threw the empty cup on the ground. i wonder why she doesn't use her bills to buy some manners? oh wait— i forgot-- that's not for sale.
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I can just picture it Your super close to finishin Nutting into ***** socks Tugging at your wimpy **** I know that you think of me To an unhealthy degree Writing all those angry songs A loser limpdick sing-a-long I can't seem to blame you much I have that effect on all I touch You didnt deserve it though So now you get to watch me go While I upgrade to bigger **** and you get to imagine it I'm smiling up at someone else While you sit at home and touch yourself So obsessed with my life You're a cuck without the wife I guess you couldnt handle me We're from a different pedigree No longer on that failure **** Or living in a trailer **** Crybaby **** don't work no more So stomp your feet across the floor All the way to mommies room But she don't love you either dude! Man you cant seem to catch a break My ******* were all a fake But if you need a diagram You know where the **** I am I'm out here focused on myself While you threaten to **** yourself I bleed success and excellence I am too good for this all this mess Remember who the **** I am When I destroy you on the stand You say you used to be abused? What a ***** boy *** excuse I am not your baby girl I'm rocking someone else's world So take some notes and highlight bits It says right here that you ain't ****
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
RatQueen
crybaby
I can just picture it Your super close to finishin Nutting into ***** socks Tugging at your wimpy **** I know that you think of me To an unhealthy degree Writing all those angry songs A loser limpdick sing-a-long I can't seem to blame you much I have that effect on all I touch You didnt deserve it though So now you get to watch me go While I upgrade to bigger **** and you get to imagine it I'm smiling up at someone else While you sit at home and touch yourself So obsessed with my life You're a cuck without the wife I guess you couldnt handle me We're from a different pedigree No longer on that failure **** Or living in a trailer **** Crybaby **** don't work no more So stomp your feet across the floor All the way to mommies room But she don't love you either dude! Man you cant seem to catch a break My ******* were all a fake But if you need a diagram You know where the **** I am I'm out here focused on myself While you threaten to **** yourself I bleed success and excellence I am too good for this all this mess Remember who the **** I am When I destroy you on the stand You say you used to be abused? What a ***** boy *** excuse I am not your baby girl I'm rocking someone else's world So take some notes and highlight bits It says right here that you ain't ****
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It is eagerly that I prepare Turning out lights and ********** Setting aside the following days necessities And brushing my hair My heart dances when I see The black sheets and tossled comforter Against the matte sky peaking through my window I sit and sink Into the noisy springs And flattened pillows And almost immediately I descend into Another bed of another life In my desperate mind And it is then that I forget I'm between the sweet haze of otherworldly dreams And among the vibrant feelings and happy ventures The dull muted droll of my own life And in the blue mornings As I wake to chronic angers and patient responsibility Inevitably the cloak of heavy unsatisfaction and disappointment Settle onto my shoulders And as before I carry on with my day Counting the seconds And blissfully dreaming Of the bed that waits for me at home
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
bri-cavinar
Untitled
It is eagerly that I prepare Turning out lights and ********** Setting aside the following days necessities And brushing my hair My heart dances when I see The black sheets and tossled comforter Against the matte sky peaking through my window I sit and sink Into the noisy springs And flattened pillows And almost immediately I descend into Another bed of another life In my desperate mind And it is then that I forget I'm between the sweet haze of otherworldly dreams And among the vibrant feelings and happy ventures The dull muted droll of my own life And in the blue mornings As I wake to chronic angers and patient responsibility Inevitably the cloak of heavy unsatisfaction and disappointment Settle onto my shoulders And as before I carry on with my day Counting the seconds And blissfully dreaming Of the bed that waits for me at home
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a new blueprint to future improvements truth and illusion, rooting down to it using my muse to fluid the movements i do what i do and only i do it i choose true views, crucial exclusives a brutal but proven fuel for usage a fuse for a boom and a noose for a nuisance tooting no horns and soothing no prudence a truant from the school of muted students an astute pupil when getting down to it using pure fusion and never diluted i do what i do and only i do it
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
GaryL
mission statement 7 - only i do it
a new blueprint to future improvements truth and illusion, rooting down to it using my muse to fluid the movements i do what i do and only i do it i choose true views, crucial exclusives a brutal but proven fuel for usage a fuse for a boom and a noose for a nuisance tooting no horns and soothing no prudence a truant from the school of muted students an astute pupil when getting down to it using pure fusion and never diluted i do what i do and only i do it
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Pray so that you could never be hurt again Speak so that you could never be debated again Listen so that you could never be ambushed again and if you will, friend Die so that you could never be killed again
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
atmadja
07 -
Pray so that you could never be hurt again Speak so that you could never be debated again Listen so that you could never be ambushed again and if you will, friend Die so that you could never be killed again
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By Arcassin Burnham I'm determined, Lack the feeling of yearning The desire to talk about this insecure little daddy's girl, Yes Like me, Yeah you blame the world, But comparing yourself to me, I'll make you scratch your eyes out And turn you back to ******* ***** Don't leave a comment, Just mean what you say, If you don't have reasons, Get out of my face, You don't know me, You never met me, You look like you ****** on 82 ***** Your a big mouth ***** you need to be stitched up, Your skills on the pad they flock, Must have been the time of the month when you sent that comment, Miss Arlo Disarray get off my ****
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
arcassin-burnham
"Dumb ******* II"
By Arcassin Burnham I'm determined, Lack the feeling of yearning The desire to talk about this insecure little daddy's girl, Yes Like me, Yeah you blame the world, But comparing yourself to me, I'll make you scratch your eyes out And turn you back to ******* ***** Don't leave a comment, Just mean what you say, If you don't have reasons, Get out of my face, You don't know me, You never met me, You look like you ****** on 82 ***** Your a big mouth ***** you need to be stitched up, Your skills on the pad they flock, Must have been the time of the month when you sent that comment, Miss Arlo Disarray get off my ****
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I've been ****** over and left for dead what makes you think I can't rise up and lyrically behead at least you were honest and said that you genuinely didn't like me but **** you I tried to pursue you I put my pride to the side told you all my demons i contained inside now I have to excorsice my hell from this ****** hellion I'll burn your soul like Ether either you or that ashy **** that's been on your nuts since day one I slay son **** you and him he can have your drunk *** I've blasted on to bigger and better things than an anorexic ***** who only is honest when she's of the **** I glimpsed what could've been and you through it away it's too late now watch me make millions and you'll be the first call offering up ***** like it's on a dinner plate **** you **** you wasting people's time eating my heart like a sandwich you should've made me now you can eat these nuts oh wait you've already had enough dragged on your face maybe even had a few golden showers you little coward
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
neroameealucard
Ether.
I've been ****** over and left for dead what makes you think I can't rise up and lyrically behead at least you were honest and said that you genuinely didn't like me but **** you I tried to pursue you I put my pride to the side told you all my demons i contained inside now I have to excorsice my hell from this ****** hellion I'll burn your soul like Ether either you or that ashy **** that's been on your nuts since day one I slay son **** you and him he can have your drunk *** I've blasted on to bigger and better things than an anorexic ***** who only is honest when she's of the **** I glimpsed what could've been and you through it away it's too late now watch me make millions and you'll be the first call offering up ***** like it's on a dinner plate **** you **** you wasting people's time eating my heart like a sandwich you should've made me now you can eat these nuts oh wait you've already had enough dragged on your face maybe even had a few golden showers you little coward
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