"morge" poems
The thing about pain is it demands to be felt
Id say i miss you
But id be lieing
Id say i miss all the screaming
The cussing
The tears
The depression
But then id be lieing again
Im better off without you
Even if that means lieing in my grave
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
aiyo i stay with more muscle
than schwarzenegger
alpha and omega still play sega
high as ****
roll chocolate thai dutch
push a lexus manual clutch
what?
the **** is all the hate about ?
is it because i got clout
and i watch the birds fly
in the sky high as muthafucka
enticin' cluckas
to my **** cuz it hits
harder than mauseberg wear baggy jabos and iceberg
yea im half human half cyborg
and if you hater you can embrace the morge
curious as george
hear a knock on my cells door?
who could it be could it be?
my conscious layin' prophecy
to me true emcee
last of the Mohegans don corelone of this rap ****
and i aint gone stop gettin' lit
switch roll.another one
stay blazed stronger than sun beam rays
and shake my head but the high still stays
as i get. ..high! !!!
h im seeing illusion
got my brain in confusion
almost had a contusion abusin'
my brains cells is lit oh ****
i envision of me in a casket
though a *******
i stay true to the game lite my flame who got game?
my shot vicious as Ray Allen
this aint no love ballad
toss my girls salad no ranch dressin' while yall stressin'
i sin but still catch blessin'
my smith n wesson
stays by my pillow
paranoid as ****
every after ya bucks cant clutch
on the realness my skills
puff puff pass then i hit the gas
on the highway speed out
round my homies cuz we about
to get our chips in **** in
end all foul ****** that was never down from the beginning
win some lose some far from dumb
and if ya wanna test yo manhood
we'll make ya body numb
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
pirates, with a Huckleberry
******* row boat...
doing the Achilles vs. the tortoise
logic macabre with
Somalis...
if ever a microaggression...
meaning, curbed bodies and alliances
with ****** in the morge...
well... sign me up Libido Jim...
tis an un fo 'ah bone fide...
ah... fy fy n'oh fide... n'oh fight...
bonding fade... or post Latin post Brit
dicritical enclosure, loss...
Gaulish excess spelling
and not wonder:
the last remnant literacy monopoly...
dyslexia... eyes see one thing...
tongue speaks another...
trash the bib.,
remnant 0f bible, diacritical marks...
bone fide...
tetragrammaton fiddle with
the diacritical violin...
no, no Anaïs Nin ands a father figure...
id est more fetish figure and less
father rigour...
bond fíd(e)...
like all french... shy on the suffix ***
loss of diacritical canon...
as literate as the pastoral...
and God forbid I ever make the sort of dough
worthy of the sistine chapel or
the da vincy code...
I shadow, and the undercurrents...
John "kukła" Paul II...
or? John Paul "the wickerman"...
at least they allowed Ratzinger
the dignity of papa emeritus...
poles like bangladshis are
expendable... but worth the:
princess ought to have that unicorn...
my my... came slurping honey,
the sugar baby...
and the delayed claustrophobia
of the inescapable ratio
of women, outnumbering men...
and even Solomon,
employed eunuchs to tend
to his harem, stemming from
the myth of ****** stamina.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
Feelin' them death
goosebumps
smokin' on that humps
lookin' for the chumps i dumps
the clip relentlessly now ya restin' peacefully
in the morge poor george
nobody wont remember ya
givin' the props to the glocks that pop
make ya body drop
like a tear from the sky cloud 9
open up ya body put it on the flat line
one mo' time daily crimes
drama infested drugs invested
im a replica of pharmaceutical companies
its a part of me
to **** thrills **** capitol hill keep the steel
ready hold steady
cuz when i pop on to ya dome
ya won't feel no pain
execution style im wild young crazy
i got nothin' to loose on that grey goose
sippin' with little codeine and get all the fiends
itchin' twitchin'
for that last hit
don't buck unless ya wanna taste ****
me killa sho no love them suckas
me heartless
come with ya flesh
watch me rip ya to pieces
like body went through a meat cleaver
never bluffin' zigzags ya know we stuffin'
watch back when the gat splat splat
to my all my enemies
ya know where you can find me at??
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
I got weapons in place
Just incase
Of sett trippin' cold rippin'
Out them demons heart
Took on the part
From where it all start
My birth i knew my worth
Made to crumble nations
Against me exposing secrecy
To better me
**** this life it aint living
While these politics winning
Scores been fixed
Wars been fix
Saying they want peace
Its just a prefix
So they can get you beguile
Lost in the wild demons love to smile
Right in front of you
Check the tvs and they manuscript
Got folks lost a total crypt
Soon to the morge poor George
Aint catching on
The band plays on same ol song
With a different tune soon
These muthaphukkaz will know who i be?
Kin to makaveli takin shots
At the belly
Of the beast and the owl foul
So how you like me now?
Washington i see you duckin'
And tuckin' away
From North Korea soon to get a fuckin'.
Dumping led on yo *** for the past
You cant **** a whole nation
And not expect a retaliation
Rebellion from the civilians
We wakin up the masses
**** the task force and what they thought
We makin ****** corpses
Soundin my troops dont be alarm
Its just rebels doing the harm
Kiss my good luck charm
Black Jesus i see yo tears
Running down to replenish the earth
Nah mean
Remember Bobby Kennedy
Said what if you died and God was black like me ya see
I know my enemies i learned
And studied well
Take on any pressures straight
Out of hell and still bail
In this game of life
Until im free leaving a trace
Of death faces
Cuz i got many weapons in place
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
Until we all die
I'm going forever stay high
Pay attention to ya peeps
Around you
Enemies stay closer than friends
They always find ways to do ya in
No pretender playa hataz surrender
**** role models I rather drink a pint of a liquor bottle
Thoughts on blast how will I last?
Before this pain breaks me
N then it'll be a homicide
Aiyo I'm mockin' war strategist
They say I'm crazy cuz I don't love my baby
Huh I feels no pain everything's derange
I think I'll do a little *******
Chased with Mary jane
I'm not dumb to know
It won't ease the pain
Surrounding my membrane
Its all a stain **** shame
My folks don't feel what I feel
And they wonder I got a verge to ****
Sneding suckas to the morge
Makes feel good
Whatever happened to poor george
My gunner man shocked his ***
When he didn't see the gun blast
All is past
**** I can't shake these painful memories
The pressure building I'm close to losing my mind
Its an eye for eye
Still we humans ain't gone find peace
Until we all die
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
Song Lyrics
Verse 1:
Been ready to die since I seen deaths lye
Ashes around my bed envisions of the dead
Circling in my head got **** g I gotta get this bread
But instead I embraced in led pistol to my head
No more tears to let out as the demons come in clout
Voluminous this is ludicrious
Why my life turned
Upside down like this quick to get a clenched fist
From death mist slow songs flowers and a kiss
From my mother no other feels like me im reaching for
sanity
Pistols close by so why
Try?
Let the gloom consumed my dilated eyes
No surprise Pains on the rise this ain't no disguise
Cuz ...im ready to die (echoes)
I'm ready ...
I'm ready...
I'm ready ...
Verse 2:
When i first saw the signs and i used to fiend
For mansions and diamonds
By the ocean shore
But the grief turned into war
Soar
Because im going insane bro got a cocked pistol
Clean and unmarked thinking to myself
Should I blow my self away at the cemetery parks
Once I get a lift off the spliffs spark
soon to see the dark
Eternal sleeps equals no more reaps
**** my mother and brother I gives a ****
About feelings leeched to death like im drug dealing
My brains looks better on the ceiling
Heist by life cuz its sealing my pride my joy
My soul is outta control picture scolds
For morge scrilla rolls no more lies
stuck in a casket
tie
Visualize cuz im ready....
To die
I'm ready...
I'm ready...
I'm ready...
Now I lay me down to sleep i pray the Lord
My soul to keep naw **** that i been ready for death
Since i took my first steps on earth
That's why I tatted **** the world on back
Nothing but muthaphukkin' facts
I'm dreaming of
demons
I'm dreaming of
demons
Ain't no muthaphukkin'
schemin'
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC