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aviisevil Jul 2014
Hey yo, take a bow!
Cuz My god is 'gonna start the show
From last couple of days he's on a roll
Blood-shed, massacre's, bombs explode!
Propaganda of religion is a mind control
As guns and knives take their toll,
Watch the world burn as it un-folds
And My god is on it, like a ***** on a *****!



Mike testing..

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Hello, hello!
Can you hear me, my dear fellow!
Let the beat drop and follow
Now take your best shot
Take me to a thrift shop and swallow,
These bitter pills of my devine power
Take a shower, calm down and be mellow,
Cuz i just trolled your god
In the match of 'who-kills-the-lot'
With the most ridiculous excuse,
And the margin was narrow
But i fed on some fanatic minds i borrowed,
From the pits of patriotism,
Coupled with some misplaced sense of nationalism
And the horror of narcissism
To arm these armies of stupid *** men,
To wage a war without any reason
Saints of '****-all-who-apply-logic' are on a mission,
To accuse any sound mind of treason,
Only crushed skulls and blood splatter this season
A truce with ***** girls and mad-hatter will bring your freedom
And the burned children
............. how can i forget the burned children!
Bearing the wrath of their god and his god-men,
But give me a pen and I'll sign the documents to annihilate all of them,
Problem solved, it's not like we have any shortage of *****!





Oh, my, my, my *******' lord,
Why hath thou forsaken ?
I know your divinity infinity,
But could you, possibly, maybe Mistaken ?
Or is it just this other God,
Afraid of your throne being taken ?
Or is it just these miserable men,
Who know only blood equation ?
Oh, my, my, my *******' lord,
Will we ever rise from this tragic situation ?





And **** thy neighbour, or enslave them for labour
Whatever you do never love them or lend them a favour
It's better to burn them if they ask for a different flavour
Let the husband die and ******* watchin' his wife die but don't you dare save her
And if you're feelin' that *****, here's the deal,
Convert her and enslave her!
And don't bother **** the ones, who try to **** you
If you don't die, all the blame will be on you,
Cuz lets pretend for a second, nobody ever truly liked you
Your momma gave birth to you out of the blues
Give up the chase, or a global hatred will ensue
And uncle Sam, who's the biggest player in the scam
But even he won't hesitate to sue,
Your bruised ****** up *** if they don't **** you,
So here's the deal,
Cut off your arms and maybe a leg,
Play the victim card and beg
Set your heart to the east and money to the west
Pretend they can't shoot you in the head if you wear a vest,
For your god will always be right, no matter how stupid he gets
And now you've killed your neighbour, his kids and daughters
Cut off your own arms and legs,
But hey, you can still **** the dead wife!
So no regrets!





Oh, my, my, my *******' lord,
Why hath thou forsaken ?
I know your divinity infinity,
But could you, possibly, maybe Mistaken ?
Or is it just this other God,
Afraid of your throne being taken ?
Or is it just these miserable men,
Who know only blood equation ?
Oh, my, my, my *******' lord,
Will we ever rise from this tragic situation ?
Notes (optional)
Bunhead17 Nov 2013
[Intro: Big Sean]
I look up
Yeah and I take my time, *****
I'mma take my time, whoa
Power moves only, *****

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Boy I'm 'bout my business on business, I drink liquor on liquor
I had women on women, yeah that's bunk bed *******
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls who barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball ****
Cause now I run my city on some town hall ****
They prayin' on my *******' downfall *****, like a drought, but
You gon' get this rain like it's May weather
G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather
Champagne just tastes better
They told me I never boy, never say never
Swear flow special like an infant's first steps
I got paid then reversed debts
Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress
So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death
Yep, so I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride
Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind
In my mind, but **** tryin' and not doin'
Cause not doin' is somethin' a ***** not doin'
I said **** tryin' and not doin'
Cause not doin' is somethin' a ***** not doin'
I grew up to Em, B.I.G. and Pac *****, and got ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid
*****, I can't *******' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-Day at home, spray your dome
****** get sprayed up like AK was cologne for a paycheck or loan
Yeah I know that **** ain't fair
They say Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even got a mayor
You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
I knew the world was for the taking and wouldn't take long
We on, tryna be better than everybody that's better than everybody
Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus everybody
I'm so ******' first class, I could spit up on every pilot
The city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's metabolic
And I'm over ****** sayin' they're the hottest ******
Then run to the hottest ****** just to stay hot
I'm one of the hottest because I flame drop
Drop fire, and not because I'm name dropping, Hall of Fame droppin'
And I ain't takin' **** from nobody unless they're OG's
Cause that ain't the way of a OG
So I G-O collect more G's, every dollar
Never changed though, I'm just the new version of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game won't look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I need a ***** so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds
Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond
Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize
I'm not gonna fold or demise
(I don't smoke crack, ******* I sell it!)
*****, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don't you pop me no ******* pill, I'mma a pop you and give you this

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this ****
So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam on this ****
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this *****
One at a time, I line them up
And bomb on they mom while she watching the kids
I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists
I'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I'm in Vegas
Who the **** y'all thought it's supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable, **** y'all clubs
**** y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts
Gobble **** up til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (West x6)
I've seen ****** transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies'll prolly turn these ****** to ******* Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich *** white girls looking for parties
Playing with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key
Judgment to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney
You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
(I don't smoke crack, *******, I sell it)
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
I'm aiming straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me
You plan on stumpin' me? ***** I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
***** I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
James Bonding with none of you ******, climbing 100 mil in front of me
And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way
And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake
I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
Bout who's the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all
New ****** just new ******, don't get involved
And I ain't rocking no more designer ****
White T’s and Nike Cortez, this red Corvettes anonymous
I'm usually homeboys with the same ****** I'm rhymin' with
But this is hip-hop and them ****** should know what time it is
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale
Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake
Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller
I got love for you all but I'm tryna ****** you ******
Trying to make sure your core fans never heard of you ******
They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you ******
What is competition? I'm trying to raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off trying to skydive
Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grand
With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as **** trying land
With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the **** that pops in his head
Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
That your parachute is a latex ****** hooked to a dread
West Coast

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
You could check my name on the books
I Earth, Wind, and Fire’d the verse, then rained on the hook
The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof
The tale of a magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
Watch over your shoulders
And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turns the coldest
The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over
Put your trust in the Lord but tether your Chevy Nova
I’m spittin' this **** for closure
And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova
To all you magicians that’s fidgeting with the cobra
I’m silent as a rock, ‘cause I came from a rock
That’s why I came with the rock, then signed my name on the Roc
Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot
Cause I endured a lot of pain for everything that I got
The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rains from the heart
And the tissue is like an angel kissin you in the dark
You go from blind sight to hindsight, passion of the Christ
Right, to baskin' in the limelight, it take time to get your mind right
Jay Electricity, PBS mysteries
In a lofty place, tangling with Satan over history
You can’t say **** to me - Alhamdulillah
It’s strictly by faith that we made it this far
This is the lyrics to "Control" by Kendrick Lamar ft. Big Sean ft. Jay Electronica, ****. No I.D ...
I so mad that he dissed half of my favorite rappers and how is it that he dissed Big Sean and Jay Electronica and they're rapping in this song....I don't understand. But i kinda like this song.
Ugo Feb 2012
1.
Nymphomaniac-addicts,
Overweight bisexual vegetarians
Climbing trees to stay fit
and eating 80’s fried chicken *******

2.
just imagine
Aquarians full of class valedictorians
Swimming on display for graduation ceremony…
reverse-symbolism of how Moolch drowned His *****

3.
Better yet, just imagine
Holy wars,
Beautiful words written to describe the burning pains
Of holocaust...the Kristallnacht nights
Under the mistletoe,
Watching Hall of fame ball hawks on pivot toes
Driving through hoes
After the whistle blows

4
College Literacy classes teaching basic:
Ideas that good questions leads to good answers,
Reading reminders
Free association conceptual constructions

5.
But *******’ professor:
free association **** shticks
misfires, false alarms
are all art, too,
Like sticking a dagger into an apple,
Not the edible, but the technology.

6.
Go head, deconstruct the philosophy
Of oral cute-tification,
according to the Tautology of Leviticus,
With the same three half truths, pogroms
against biological deviant... FLAGS!

7.
Cryptic gospels of a *******
Where three F.F.F’s
Stands for six six six
Like how 1mg of juxtaposition
And a dose of metamorphosis
is the repertoire of a king of curmudgeon
‘cause even the Holy Ghost
drinks from the cup of Christ’s blood.

8.
Reading,
Self-flagellation gospel-manual of Pope John Paul II,
At shrink sessions under the daze of heron Piper methysticum blunts
With sweet phat butts like lit lickerish that droop eyes
Like the psalm of Valeriana officinalis root extract.
Joshua Haines Apr 2016
Sheers of shimmering gloss grace her torso.
And I have broken her bones,
imploring that I love her so.
Blueberry lips belly the cold;
hold her too deep, hold her I'm told.

I.

He says Call me Mr. G.
G for Gore, Greed, that Green.
An atypical stoner
with hair wetter than his mouth.
With more ******* than a pound,
he says, With an understanding of
all the suffering in the global delusion
that is the Earth. Mr. G, his name.

Oily brunette, Mr. G., would smoke
Marlboro Green Blend -- menthol --
and spit shot out between stained lips
after each extracurricular exhale.
The saliva would land, tremendously,
and puddles of Rasta shooting stars
would lay, stretching across concrete galaxy.

Hazel eyes invaded and shamed him,
for he wished to be green, like life,
but only envisioned a contradiction:
death (see nature),
for which he learned to embrace, stoically,
like a shepherd of an endangered breed
meant to die among skewed perspective.

II.

This house could be mistaken
for a cinderblock purgatory;
between color and absence of,
eternal and temporary.

A raptor laughter purged the tension --
he abided by no accommodation of civility.
As smoke followed his hyena howl,
the landline lay suddenly of purpose.

Resin raided the clunky, black buttons;
a voice was whispered like a blue phantom:
*******' cheese, pineapple, pepperoni
-- no, extra ******' cheese, extra pep --
Sure, add some more pep with your driver:
he, she -- honestly, man -- they better have
pep-in-their-******-step-you-feel?

Minutes passed like sentient matchbooks
dropping towards a skeletal fire.
G threw the phone across the room
and, like a disenchanted drunk dance,
his words wobbled over each other,
I ordered a 'za, a pizza for the layman.
About thirty, probably thirty-one
minutes, that is.

Passing me the flower-stitched ****,
I ****** in one, maybe two, three,
blasts that I swore
had some sort of nano-insects
bite and burrow into the holes
of my sponge for a throat.

Wringing my rubbery neck,
watching my words leave my toothy cave,
I found out that G doesn't believe in beer.
Believes in souls but not beer,
believes in green men, not beer.

Alcoholic splash is what we all need,
at times. So I told him the obvious,
I'm going to get a case of
(Insert your ****** choice)
and I'll be back as soon as possible.

G stared at me and made a guttural noise,
Do whatcha please, I'll stay here and
protect us from vampires.
You know, blood-suckas.

Pale stoner vampires.


III.

The leather painted door was wide open
like the legs of ominous spider cave,
but the doors of a car
I had never seen before
were as closed as the lips of a VCR.
There's nothing but silence in these situations --
is this one of those situations? Grassy knoll?

Approaching the mouth of purgatory,
I entered with the hesitancy of a lost dog.
On the plastic covered couch,
two people sat atop the invisible cloud
above the patterned fabric
and above the fingers of time.

Blonde hair sprouted from her scalp,
raining down upon vanilla shoulder blades,
her chest a harbor for two pale, freshly mounds,
with crooked, beige diamonds in the center.

She trembled when G said, Meet Steph
-- can I call you Steph, Steph? --
Meet Steph, the artist formerly known as
Stephanie, holding up her licence,
Vanmeter, of 441 1/2 Locust Ave.

That's creepy, huh, Steph? Locust Ave?
Are you something that lives in the ground,
comes up every several years, making noise?
Has this been years in the making?
Are you bound to make noise in my house?

You know this is a house, right?
Whatsa matter, unfamiliar due to ya
living-in-the-*******-ground
or is it because you share a house,
an apartment, Steph? Is it one of those?
Pizza deliveries ain't paying the bills?

G gets up, I, a coward, approaching him
about to say -- Hold up, brother, he says.
Not another move, pulling his hand from
behind her shaking, confused head,
a silver cannon an extension of his arm.

She's here to **** our blood,
She's here to ****. our. blood.
Whether she means to or not,
I know you don't think you want to, Steph,
I know you don't mean to,
But you're here to
drain-us-like-the-Red-Cross.

I tell G that she isn't,
What have you done, G,
You need to let her go
before this gets worse.
That cliche dialogue.
Because these things always do,
cliche or not.

Brother, you don't understand these things
-- It's impossible for a godless man
to understand the mechanisms
of something bigger, something holy --
but you need to listen, G said, You need to --
she tried to move, quickly,
but G grabbed her by her blonde strands,
pulled her back towards the couch,
She swiped at his eye, drawing blood.

There was a pause, a deathly silence,
by the hair, she was rendered motionless,
Oh, no, he echoed, Love, you shouldn't,
You ought not do those things.
Looking at me, he asked me to listen,
Always remember this wasn't your fault.
Sometimes, you can't be in control

Holstering her neck with his gun hand,
G picked her up, slamming her,
head first,
into the drug covered,
resin sprinkled
coffee table.

He dropped on top of her,
Looked at me, Remember, okay?
and beat her head with the **** of the gun,
until the cracking of a larger M&M; shell
muffled towards all eardrums,
maybe even hers.

With blood,
that could be mistaken as war paint,
swimming across his jaw and neck,
and sprinkled on his forehead,
G whispered, You are free,
and I was never sure
who he was talking about.

My feet left before I did,
I was suddenly in my car
with only the ignition
and G's voice registering.
I passed car after car,
pastel metal wagon after
metallic matte creation,
not sure if I ever saw him,
not sure if he ever existed,
if I ever existed.

IV.

Sheers of shimmering gloss grace her torso.
And I have broken her bones,
imploring that I love her so.
Blueberry lips belly the cold;
hold her too deep, hold her I'm told.

Waking up in a cavern darkness,
my dreams disintegrate from my eyes,
swirl in my headspace, evaporating to
heaven knows where.

Scattered pitter-patter
drowns midnight Seattle,
killing and washing away
cluttered, modern filth,
******* carnivorous minds
into hungrier gutters.

This is the part
where the screen of my life reveals:
SIX MONTHS LATER,
in yellow, stenciled letters.
But what it wouldn't say is
how I still feel like I'm dipped
in the ink of Ithaca, NY.

If this were the indulgent
autobiography of my life
it wouldn't say that
the distance doesn't matter,
because that'd be a lie;
I feel like I have only escaped myself.

The rain swells, sounding as
thick as blood, swishing around
the veins of the city.

Stephanie dies every night,
disappearing and reappearing
behind secret doors only she can open.

When she comes to me in sleep,
she is baptized in green, head caved,
Forget-Me-Nots sprouting
between fragmented skull
and select spots of brain soil,
the flowers singing jazz
with a different voice, every time.

One time she spoke.
With blueberry lips that belly cold,
she sounds like my mother:
I am so proud of you, she statically says.
You saved me. Remember.

V.

To be continued.
Half of "Godless". Any feedback, good or bad, is appreciated.
Bunhead17 Dec 2013
[Verse 1]
I wanna be free, I wanna just live
Inside my Cadillac, that is my ****
And I throw it up (I throw that up)
That's what it is (that's what it is)
In my C A D I L L A C ***** (******)
Can't see me through my tint (nah ah)
I'm riding real slow (slow motion)
In my paint wet drippin' shining like my 24's (umbrella)
I ain't got 24's (no oh)
But I'm on those Vogues
That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
Old school like old English in that brown paper bag
I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had
Hello haters, **** y'all mad
30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?

[Hook: Hollis]
I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 2]
Man I'm lounging in some **** Bernie Mac would've been proud of
Looking down from heaven like **** that's stylish
Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? I'm legally going 120
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
They can't catch me, I'm smashing
I'm ducking bucking them out here
I'm lookin' ******' fantastic, I am up in a classic
Now I know what it's like under the city lights
Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
The same one we walked across as kids
Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this
Old school, old school, candy paint, two seater
Yea, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics
I couldn't tell you about paint either
But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours
And roll on over to the dealer
And I found the car, junior, problem with this geezer
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming

[Hook: Hollis]
I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Backwoods and dope
White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes
I had it hella my love, tryna blow my mind
Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on
14, I stole his keys, me and my ****** was gone
Stealin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron
Rather smiling like I won the ******* lottery homes
(******' lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2
Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns on 'em
My dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, ******' like we ball
Tryna **** em all, **** the ******' wimps
See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad *****
Slap her ***** with my palms
You can smoke the *****, I was tearing down the walls
I'm *******' awe,some
Swear these eyes tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
See the lust stuck up in her eyes
Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
Girl does she want it low?
This **** a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know
So we cool with ******, my ***** **** the limit
Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it
Slice off when the gas is finished, Q

[Hook: Hollis]
Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright
lyrics to "White Walls" by: Macklemore ft Schoolboy Q. #The Heist
Unwanted Jan 2015
You like to party, I am a partier
You like to wander, I am a wanderer
Your thighs are the closet to Narnia
Is it cool if I go and get lost in that?

I'm the lion, the witch in the wardrobe
Massage my lap, I have a sore bone
Of course cold on the dance floor
Like an Eskimo's toes in the North Pole
With both toes poking out of two holes
In the Eskimo socks, I'm hot
Like a cauldron from a warlock
Wearing sweatpants in a sauna
Who's your father? I'm not

I'm *******' Raven Bowie and here's my ****
Rooster, ****-a-doodle-doo sir
Take a hit of the hooka, now make it drop

Girl's ***** was bigger than the stomach of Rick Ross
Holy mother mountain of tender tendon to get lost in
Bounce, bounce, that castle *****, that bottom
Make it wobble, wobbly-waddle 'til my third leg has to hobble

You don't want to look back on this night
And think I should have been freaking on a *****
Freak-freaking on a *****
Just for a laugh
Abigail Ramirez Nov 2013
I'm caught in between,
knowing what i do and don't need.
But this feeling seems to exceed,
whether or not i breath.
So i'll hold my ******* breath,
hoping this isn't another one of your tests.
Because i know i'll ******* Ace it,
and put an A on your chest.
I'm not the same person as i used to be,
I've been through some **** that only i can see.
I'll shovel it up for the simplicity.
It's like electricity,
Girl i know you're gonna miss me,
so stop dissing me.
Nobody has shoveled up your ****, but me.
So trust me, before you *******' press me.
Don't test me.
You don't wanna be me,
or see what i've seen.
"To the Afterlife; whether or not it exists!"
"I disbelieve in the concept of an 'Afterlife.'"
"Well, what if there's excellent ***** in the Afterlife?"
"In that case: *******' Sold!"
*******! It's shorter than the outrageous title!

Based on a true story.
aviisevil Sep 2014
It's hard to say but no one's gonna' learn a danm thing anyway,
So let's pretend it's all a funny joke and it'll all go away
But hey, wait a minute listen to me, I want you to er...stay,
Well, it's tough talking to yourself and no one really ever comes my way
But I'll love to have a fight, get me some insight
How the alpha male reacts and I have no solid facts
In-fact I just got some emotions out of devotions sittin' on a dynamite
Of brutal almost mutual satisfaction we have when we diss somebody,
Maybe it's just me but I think everybody shares beef with somebody,
I like them kinda rare, them ***** and **** bare
Yeah, give them religious folks a *******' nightmare
But I don't really care if you wanna shoot me down with god,
I'll just pretend you just said something that rhymes with hot-dog,
Oh my god, never really got that catch-phrase,
And every-time I hear a girl screaming Jesus Christ,
While ridin' on my stick, well.. It's big I have nothing to hide
But back to the case, I always wonder.. What would joseph do,
I mean it could be anyone, me, your momma, or you
is that even a sin, Is there a place for them in hell
Dear, pope please do tell
that pointy hat is dope though,
Too bad I couldn't give a less **** about how many *** scandal you repel,
I always had an inclination to profanity, sort of mind alteration to reality
But quite frankly, I'm down making fun of myself
I guess it's just another opportunity to scream for help,
Hell, I don't know what I'm gonna' do, maybe call an attorney and sue
Here's a riddle to give you a *******,
What's red and not blue,
If you Ever find the answer bid your brains adieu.


I don't know what to say but this is a ****** tragedy
We're in a cage, trapped, we can never be what we want to be
Tuned into the the wonder-land, creating their own symphony,
They say we're the mad-men, always painting the world in a fantasy.
I don't know if they understand but dreams alter reality
Grabbed by both hands, too late to let go of this opportunity
Don't quit even though it's over, spill it in graffiti
To let the whole world know you don't give up so easily.


See, what I did there ?
Made it look like I did care, threw in some motivation crap,
It's just a trap, I swear
I talk so low about myself, sometimes I often forget I exist
But it kills me inside sometimes when I realize but I still can't resist
To diss and admit that I'm much better than so many of you and I'm so ashamed of it
It's like my ***** and your ****** just somehow never agrees to fit
I mean I'm just here typing away random **** and it'll still be better,
Then most awesome of your hits..
But.. I get it
People are so easy to offend and there's no way around it
So c'mon now, I know ya'll just waiting to pounce
And renounce everything I laid on the table,
I'm sorry I'm just highly unstable, give me my mental certificate
And put on a label that shows of I'm disabled,
Some of you must be goin' .. Ooo that's no thing to joke about,
Enough with your rants, my future kids won't like the way you shout and..
'People suffer from real mental disorders in the real world'
But hey... I have a problem too.. You know.. I hit my head and..
'STOP IT, in the name of the lord I command you..'
Please do
whatever you want, all I am saying is I have a real problem too...
'That's it, you're goin' to hell kid, you blasphemous pig"
.
.
Aight, that was uncalled for, I could have made a better metaphor
But I can't help it, could only find baby syrup in the medical score store,
And it's kinda cold though, I have a super cute android and she likes to blow..
And dry clean my house for me, I am a rich dude
I can afford totally afford a robot, I know it sounds rude
But it's six in the morning and I haven't slept all night
And I wasn't even mastrubating (Christian sin strike # -1)
It was fun just smokin' stuff and just hallucinating,
And suddenly there was a loud bang and it started raining,
.... ***** and more ***** and some wine,  it's basically ***** but whatever nevermind,
As long as you don't understand what I'm writing about,
I guess you'll be fine.



I don't know what to say but this is a ****** tragedy
We're in a cage, trapped, we can never be what we want to be
Tuned into the the wonder-land, creating their own symphony,
They say we're the mad-men, always painting the world in a fantasy.
I don't know if they understand but dreams alter reality
Grabbed by both hands, too late to let go of this opportunity
Don't quit even though it's over, spill it in graffiti
To let the whole world know you don't give up so easily.



See, what I did there ?
I made a long write even longer
and your patience to deal with inevitable even stronger
And you know how they day what can't **** you, make you stronger
Well, I'm afraid to break it down to you, it's a lie
I once saw a man being attacked by a wild cat and he survived,
Lost 5 fingers, one toe, half a ****, and  two eyes,
Kanye west, who the hell were you talking about ?
Something that doesn't kills you, makes you one step close to die
Hello, i mean you are just all ready to say good-bye
And things flash before your eyes and you regain your strength and you fight
And people are so glad that you made it out alive
It's just so Hollywood and has such a good vibe
But that's now how it happens, things get cut off
I know I'm over steppin', but I'm just a pessimist
Every time someone disobeys me, I cut my wrists
I throw tantrums now and then, just one rich spoil kid
Banging girls and what not, DON'T ENVY ME, I didn't ******' asked for it,
Your god have it to me. :)

















See what I did there ?
I just left it intentionally blank, I have to admire you though
How come you always express yourself so bland?
I mean do you assign dumb people to do your job and make a plan
What is it, what's the secret of your stupid expression
I need to *******' understand, how can so much ******* come from two boney hands ?
It's real stupid when everyone writes the same thing everyday
Man, just do away with ponies, and throw in some hints of grey
That's what I do and it kinda makes me look so serious and great
aight, you need to stop whatever that you're doing and meditate
Absorb every stupid thing you can feel in your environment and just radiate,
Then slowly lift your arms and strangle yourself to death,
Don't ******' retaliate.
That's how I feel when I go through those thoughts of yours,
Yeah bite me, get on all fours, like the ***** you are and facilitate
I know I'm being too hard but I'm on drugs and a broken heart,
Got these scars, made out with a stripper and kinda got too far
But apart from these little matters of faith and religion,
I don't think she had a problem with me until I did that part,
I guess it's never too easy to pull of a stunt in a sixty mine position,
When you're three feet too long and sixty mile too fast in a car.
I think that did it for me, i got a sense of reality and enough of free **** and virtuality,
Oh, it's just me and my humanity, fighting over who get's the opportunity
To point out similarities between you and the kid who lived down the lane,
Really old-school, liked them butterflies and everything vain
I mean I can do this over and over again, till I hit the sweet spot
Right between your thighs and send a message to your brain
.
.
I don't give a ****,
Never have and never will
There's so much space in my shoes
That you can never fill
You can walk in them sure
But it'll make you look like an idiot,
You ****
End of the story
PERIOD.
Notes (optional)
Santiago May 2015
"Death Around The Corner"

[Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?

[Mother:] I know what's wrong with that crazy *******
He's just stand by the ******* window
with that ******' AK all day
You don't work, you don't ****, you don't,
you don't do a ******* thing

I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny ****** die
If they bury me, bury me as a G *****, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the- corner, anyday
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy
Madder than a *******, they never shoulda had me
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me
Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy
Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth
I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress,
I'm out of breath
Make me wanna **** my **** self,
but I see death around the corner

[Chorus]

(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)

I see death around the corner,
the pressure's getting to me
I no longer trust my homies,
them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much ****,
got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest,
under my clothes when I dress
Here's hopin I die the way I lived,
straight thuggin'
Huggin' my trigger for all them ******
who was buggin'
My homie told me once,
don't you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
but they phony *******
And even if I did die young, who cares
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
I got homies in my head
who done passed away screamin, please
Young *****, make Gs
I can't give up, although I'm hopeless,
I think my mind's gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner

[Chorus]

I was raised in the city, ******
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin' liquor out my momma's *****
And smokin' **** was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' i'm gone now, ***** it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them ****** til they gone
How many more jealous *** *******, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless,
them ******* will start ****
Excuse me, but this is where we part *****
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why ****** trip *****, who you came to see?
Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner

[Chorus]

This is for all the real ******* ****** out there
I know you ain't scared to die
We all gotta go, ya know ?
A real ******* will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his ******* business
Y'all ****** stop acting like ******* out there,
all right

[Movie bites]

I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that

I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna **** on his head
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna **** on his head

I want that sonova ***** dead, I want him dead
I want him dead, I don't care
Life on the city streets wasn't easy
I lived off top ramen along with the spray cheesey
Panhandlin' all day long just to get on by
It was enough to make a grown pigeon cry

That's right I'm a pigeon, I'm a bird of flight
But I'm a **** *** bird, win evry fight
Don't you talk back or I'll skin you, fly you like a kite
hide up yo kids cause I be coming for em tonight

Bye the way I'm batman.
A dark ******* knight!

So stay inside cause I be breakin in
An innocent pigeon, you'll never see me comin
Stealing all yo stuff an scoopin up yo kids
I'll auction em off, take the highest bid

So don't call me a ****, cause I put a roof over their head
I pay them to work, by that I mean givin head
Later that night we'll all go to bed
Life be good when they **** my **** red

That's right I'm Chester the pigeon
You won't catch me in the kitchen
This poem be over so quit yo *******
I wrote this in a ditch
Tim English Dec 2013
Indoctrination of the American nation
Relocation of native populations
Slaves labor, creating plastic toys
To distract the little girls and boys
With media propaganda saturation
To numb your brain from realization
That we're living a lie as children die
To fill your tank so you can drive
To Wal-Mart for some *******' Cheesy Poofs
That scoop the dip in which you ****
Lay waste to nature's beauty abundant
Political doublespeak redundantly redundant
Television's collision with consciousness
Has dimmed your awareness to idiocy
In an illusion of democracy
Where only the rich have control
As upon us all they take their toll
And we blindly follow, believing as we hear
Their scheming lies of security and fear
It's time the power structure fell
No more this **** to buy and sell
Reallocation of the hoarded wealth
And power for all people, not oneself
Mental stasis, awaken from this hypnosis
And avert the coming catastrophic crisis
Our leaders are masters who march us to disaster
As the clash of our cultures ignites so much faster
Than mere cognition, dimmed by television
Can comprehend the impending collision
Of conflicting interest in collective vision
It's time to rise with a battle cry
And tell the Feds we won't lay down and die
We'll evolve and resolve the situation
And bring new meaning to revolution
An end to the media's web of confusion
Confusing reality with an illusion
Conspiratorial governmental parallels
A trumpet's blast, as Babylon.... fell.
Tea is, in essence, ******* ******* amazing.
Black, Green, White, Herbal, Oolong, Pu-erh; in blends or pure, ****, it don't matter!
Each type has it's time and place, and all of it is ******* incredible.

Optional, but Highly recommended:
Apprehend a badass cup and fill that **** with yo' favorite *******' Tea
then spill a healthy dose of your favorite Whiskey/Brandy in that ****
and squeeze the **** out of some Lemon above that ****
and, if desired, stir up some swank-*** Honey in that ****
then finally sip yo' *****-*** to a higher state of being, motherfuckas!
And there you have it. The ungodly (amazing) thing of which I spake is known as a "Hot Toddy":

Hot Toddys improve the **** out of getting out of, or into, bed when it's cold as ****, and they whoop the **** out of sore throats and colds like a- you guessed it: tough-*** no-prisoners-taking second-amendment-abiding *******, *******.

If you ain't down to get yo' *******' drink on via Tea,
then alls I gots to say to you is: "too ******* bad for you, fool"!
You ain't be recognizin' the momentousness of what the ******* be missin', dawg!
Unless it's that you simply don't dig on ***** in yo' Tea an' ****. I can dig that. I once was like that but, see; I manned the **** UP, son!

(I feel like Samuel L. *******' Jackson needs to narrate this. Or me, but hey. Man's voice can whip out particular expletives with unparalleled tact)

At any ******* rate,
thank you for your time.
I hope this jest was taken seriously where important (WHISKEY IN TEA IS DOPE)
and lightly where *******' necessary.
Do Not Tell Me “everything will be okay”

I will not feel relief
my inside’s stress tsunamis don’t have an off button
they will catastrophically annihilate anything I believe to be
okay
I wish they didn’t
Oh fairy godmother, Oh yahweh, god, ******* jesus himself
grant me wishes, grant the whole ******* world wishes
because we’re tired
I can’t even imagine the fuel debt of starving african children
or stockholders losing what they haven’t bought yet
when I, a financially privileged and well fed college student
can’t get through 3 hours without trying to prevent
another stress tsunami

Do not tell me everything will be okay
It is not what i want to hear
I want to hear bullets in my head
girls, screaming at the sight of my right arm
gushing niagra falls of blood
I want god to **** my ****
I hope every therapist and so called good friend
can understand these words when i say
Depression will never be okay
Feeling hundred year old brick buildings
crushing upon my chest, my brain
ransacked by rubble
and my heart, an empty sack
will never be okay

I am burnt to a crisp
I am too old for this ****
Sjr1000 Dec 2015
How's your life?
How's your wife?
How's your stress?
How's your strife?

Made any progress yet?

Going up?
Going down?
Coming back around?

I just have one question
What is it that you've found?

Strategies for living
They come and go

One minute you don't know
The next minute you do

One minute you have it all figured out-
The next minute you're filled with doubt.

It's a twisted ******* mess
we're in.

You either keep it on going
or
You step on outside trying something else

Having no answers
doesn't help
You just gotta figure it out
How
to take care of yourself.

Yikes!

Good luck!
Good luck
Good luck.

It's a *******'
life
we're living -
Don't you think?
J Nov 2020
something i
love
to do is
quickly, roughly, no thoughts, no hesitation
slice.
pinch, it's worthy of nothing but a blink.
I should go deeper, harder,
i want to part deep like
a canyon
easy
like a valley
i want a river, a flood.
i want to be emptied.
I want muscles to shift beneath my hands
tendons to scream
I want to be pale, and nothing
and never call anyone. I want
to deal with it alone.
maybe you won't think I'm so ******* sensitive
such a ****** *****, yeah?
I'll do it. i can. I'm going to. I'm ******* going to.
if i just ******' **** myself right.
no matter what i do
how i feel
how I've grown
how i think
who i love
who loves me
I'm going to die
alone.
I've texted you.
i keep texting you.
said i needed help.
you don't love me. you
you're not in love with me
you know it.
you know it. i know it.
I'm not worthy of that ****. not from you.
please. just ******* leave, i know you want to.
you're dying to, aren't you? go.
****.
you wouldn't know.
hell, but you can read me, can't you
but you wouldn't know I was thinking this
no one does.
I've only been screaming about it
since i ******* could.
didn't you know?
did anyone really know?
i should start on those ******* letters again.
i have therapy tomorrow.
I'll say I'm better.
so so
so much better.
I'll eat more, i swear. see
getting better. no need to continue.
I'll ******* **** you.
after I slice,
i let it trail down
beautiful candle wax
very liquid-like candle wax, i
i like the burn of that, we can compare shades.
it'll curve with my thigh, it'll slide
under, and stick to whatever I've piled there.
i love how it looks when i
peel.
the object away from my skin
it sticks, so easily, it hates to part
it'll leave you with a sweet red kiss memory.
we'll talk about my leg this time
legs, stomach, chest, between my legs
those are easiest to hide.
no one knows. no one knows.
it collects before it drips
building up
the snowball effect.
do you remember when you
were a child
looking out of a car window.
dark stormy clouds
sprawled across the sun,
seducing it,
stealing the light.
storm's coming, young traveler.
wind picks up,
trees dance
breaths hitch
the rain trickles,
pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat
windshield wipers wave
and to prevent the boredom, or
**** it
block out their arguing
or keep your mind from the thoughts
of your bones breaking
(intrusive thoughts)
or to ignore the bridge below you
or maybe it's something you
actually enjoyed doing
or
whatever
the ****
you were trying to do,
you'd watch the droplets race.
OH!
which one makes it to the bottom?
first one there wins!
pick a favorite.
but then they end up meeting in the middle
so they both trail to the bottom?
and you watch, a proud parent moment,
do it over and over again,
let's see how we really win.
it's like that, except for
i know how to make them all win. Every time.
all three hundred of them
they're all my favorites.
it's a game, to meet in the middle
see
what you do is you just give it a little boost
pinch and turn the skin
slice it a little more
just above, but the above ones have to be deeper so
it comes out faster
and the ones below have to be quick.
maybe i would always win if i
always went deeper.
i'd never have to wait
it would come out easily.
do it
do it
do it
just give it a little extra boost is all.
oh? you thought i'd get better? why?
Sydney came into my life?
can't fix someone like me.
i enjoy being broken a little too much.
music plays,
something with a low bass,
something on Sydney's playlist, maybe
I'll change it.
i don't want to think of her.
i don't want her to know.
i like cutting, i like what it does.
but god i hate how it makes her feel.
she kissed my cuts when we met. my arm.
my sleeve had been rolled up, i think i did that without thinking.
she grabbed me.
touched me.
laying in my lap, turned her head, and
pressed her lips against my
tainted skin.
i should carve that part out.
she shouldn't be a part of me.
i might **** myself tonight. I
I might ignore her
forever.
i can't face her now.
god, someone, tell her.
if i don't answer her,
I'm back where I belong
I belong with the other crazies.
god I'm ******' filthy, aren't i?
look at all the time I've wasted.
When I'm killed that'll seal the deal
And I'll be free from these chains
I sing softly, imagine recording the
twitching of my leg.
a little funny.
weak.
i know it's not from pain.
or is it?
or are we impatient?
eager as ever, aren't we, J?
Little *****.
i should slit my wrists.
i'd rather the pills right now.
pills make me drowsy. just
keep taking more, yeah?
the cuts on my legs are foreplay.
slip your hands down my underwear, Syd,
I'll show you.
I cry, the ugly face cry
and then it stops
where are the streams?
I'm nothing but expressions
and ears that ring.
i let it collect on Justin's sweatpants.
i like that.
when i give it to him
if i do
it will be soaked with my blood.
is it his fault that I'm like this?
oh, he hated it so much,
didn't he?
drove him up the *******' wall
hated when i didn't eat
hated when i cried
hated hated hated
hated when I defiled my skin
oh
but when
he
did it?
when he was the reason? hm?
why was that fine?
but back to the race
i wipe it with the fabric,
sometimes it pools back up
i have to press it a little
just tighten the hold, I'll run out eventually.
and then i wait.
i wait for the blood to crust up, the ones that are
just bubbling up
so eager to escape, why?
i want you gone, too.
i feel so drained.
i wait for it to dry.
then i peel
pick
pry it off.
something in my head
realizes that this is a bit far.
shut up.
and i press my red fingers
to my lips.
see, i say red fingers
both because I enjoy
the texture of it. but also
because once I've gotten into the habit of
crunching.
my own blood,
as in doing it over
and over and over and over again
it makes the blood slowly revert back to
well
its normal blood self.
it mixes with my saliva, i think
and breaks down the solid form it takes as it dries
(paint dries)
which also got me to think of
blood cubes.
sip it, chew on it, press it on your head after
a hot, sweaty day
i
remember there was this video
that someone I know
posted on their story.
a very
"******" dom
Instagram dominant, taken, a stranger to me
but they influence me.
fangs.
not hers. but someones
teeth had been filed into fangs.
and they pierced anothers girls neck
the holes the holes the holes.
when the blood gushed out
a tongue slithered and
lapped it up.
I wondered how much would bleed out,
how much can you have without getting sick
could it be an acquired taste?
and i remember it made me nauseous.
i remember cringing at the idea of drinking
something so revolting.
and of being impaled too
the pain. the loss of blood. they'd pass out.
but now, i think "good."
now. i'd give up my voice.
to be able to drink it like that
to cut enough to drink until I'm hydrated
sipping chamomile tea
that's much too hot.
adam ******* on the TV, he's singing
The Wedding Singer
my, isn't he a God.
with peppermint to stir
sweet scents, if only i could smell.
and little blood cubes,
ooh yes,
melt in my tea
so that I may taste
myself
on my tongue.
because I don't think I'll trust anyone else to.
I'm going to **** myself tonight.
and if i fail, i need
to go back to a ******* hospital, there's
something wrong with me.
second thing of the night, it's almost four in the morning. I wish someone could ******* help me. but no one can. I'm going to die alone. and no one will care. no one. I'm done, I'm just.. so tired of fighting, y'know? I'm so tired of this.
god i changed my mind, i can't **** myself without writing the ****** notes. and those will take a while. ******* excuses. do it.
aviisevil May 2014
You don't have to be someone else than who you are,
There're so many people out there trying to fit in
Good and the bad, all different corners of your heart
You won't ever be satisfied if you're not comfartable in your own skin

__________


My gears run in the opposite direction, they say I'm just a sucker for the right connections,
stare at me long enough and it's gonna' be a fatal attraction, confessions, spilling out faster than i can mention that i am a *******' slave to the latest inventions,
no harm in livin' your life like it's gonna' end in a second, pay heed to the temptations spreading out like an infection,
eats you inside and out, there was never gonna' be a question if i pay them sinners for my own destruction,
and all is lost and buried after the eruption,
corrupting my soul as i **** another door to make amendments, but my intentions are rockin' a ******* *******
separating the core and mixing it with what you're told and givin' a new complexion
and you're not 'gonna stop till you can be the source of their affection, no reflection of who you are,you're just a projection of all the things they perceive as imperfection,
and you'll make it an obsession and won't even object when they seal the deal with your objection,
It's never gonna' be enough,you'll never be able to get their attention, get recognition the way you are, they're always 'gonna be one step away from redemption,
and you're always gonna' be a step too close to taste their aggression, and you'll never be the master of your own actions, unless you can find a source to your own expressions,
tension in the atmosphere, every moment will feel like a nightmare until you can find the right connections,
and be done with the visual perceptions, failing to realise, lies they feed you and take you to the point of intersection of their deception,
and don't be too sad if you face rejection, 'cause the society is 'gonna keep putting pressure and give you all the instructions to function
and there's gonna' be no satisfaction unless you break out, shout out loud, tell them all about how beautiful it is to dysfunction
Notes (optional)
CM Vazquez Mar 2013
You ever asked dudes
for a smoke
With a cig behind your ear?
It's such a task, and then some
joke while I go dig
into
my peers.

Advantage Taken,
Rampage Broken.
*******'
Pink Floyd mopin'

And yeah,
I'm stoked and
I just
feel soaked in
It must
grow so thin

up in that swamp of delirium.
Knock Knock
Hello!
Who am I?
Oh no one of consequence.
Have you heard of this new book?
It's all about life's silly lies.
Read it.

Knock Knock
Hey dude!
Don't remember me?
That's okay!
Wasn't that book amazing?
Don't you see how everything is wrong?
Here man, let's go escape our sad society.
Drink this.

Knock Knock
You *******' ****.
You can't remember me?
Good, You little ****!
What happened to all the money you owe?
Wasted it on more?
You better find something quick.
Or it'll be the last you see of this life!

Knock Knock
Hello?
Don't you know who I am?
No, I was your friend.
Back when you were, well, you.
Here, take my hand.
Let's go find a safe place to live.

Knock Knock
Hey!
Are you home?
I know you are in there you *******!
Where's my money? Huh?
Knock Knock
Answer me you ******!
I want my money!
BASH*
Hello?
You really left me you ****?
You left me all alone...
Henry Daniels Jun 2012
Im ****** up
      stumblin
tumblin
along

Only one thing on my mind

I want to slip
                  up
inside of you
Deep and fast
rough and rapid
Until I make you scream
I wont be satisfied

  Lift you off your feet
baby
     do the pick up and grind

****
     all
         over
the ******* house!

I want you wet and lovely
Like I know you can be
Dont say you love me
use your mouth for what its for

Dont kiss me baby
        bite me
I cant get off unless I bleed

Your a tyrant cause you know
    you got what I need!

I love your lips
     more than life
Starin into those dark eyes
who needs anything else

Your stare tears
   me limb from limb
with lust

****** after ******
    you give me
        supernatural
endurance
      I cant ****** stop
Even if I wanted to

Which I dont :)

     You make crack
less desirable
          than a two dollar crack ***

Im ****** addicted for sure

    Addicted to you!

Nobody does it like you baby
     leave me sore and sweaty
every ****** time.

Your the only thing on my mind. ;)
Who needs crack?...Not me!
Mark Donnelly Jul 2018
An ordinary man
Ya know I'm just a ******* ordinary man
Cut me some slack
I grind I grind for miles
I'm just an ordinary man
Keeping it straight
Cut me some slack
Just a ******* ordinary man
Real enough
For you for me
A beer here or there
Cut me some slack
Just an ordinary man
Maybe more
Maybe less
Smoke this and that
Yeah cut me some slack
What's up with you
Flyin straight
Enough for me and for you
Just cut me some slack
I'm just an ordinary
Ordinary man
I work I play
I get it
Responsibility
For you for me
Cut me some slack
Just straight up
An ordinary man
Yeah that's it just straight up an ordinary man.
Butch Decatoria Nov 2016
The morning ***
Before head
back to work
This Jay Oh Bee
B is for Business / Bull Dooky

"It's just Bid ness"

No Justice
The menial  
Minimum wage / Slave to NEED
Gotta have purchase
Gotta buy to eat
Nothing comes for free

Except / accept

That moment
The whole world fears...
DEATH.
We sware to
Vanity
A Slave  - yes Sam, I am
I tell you this,
what I saw, we done-did seen...

White Grey hound buses
Parking in our Plaza
Spilling out the Orient,
          Snapping pictures with Samsungs
While I did smoke
An Ultralight One-Hundred
          I got the sense,
That they were surveying the area
Pointing forefingers painting
Tree
Miming
Expansion
GPS  e s p
Architects of
Pleased with themselves
The language of enigma
Listen
To their chatter
            chinking
Foreigners they used to be

Historical predictions now

What landscapes will look like
When remodeled
(...misguided projectiles....)

A bigger Little Korea Town

Over run...

It's the feeling
That must be panic
It's the feeling
Of being surrounded
By enemy foe
By animal control
Their tranqs. Nets & leashes,
Stunners at the ready...

Pzzt and sshhzzz....
Static mind games
Phones smarter than us,
Of course

We all FaceTime with touch screens
I'm no different,
Press Menu, the date and time
                       It's only 5 minutes 'til...
Light another ***
Before I get started ...

Here, my J.o.b. Is being...
The only employee "who a-speak a-only
English"
"Only a-one language"
Hehehe *** emoji!

Less than zilch.
Became
Like a spy spying secretly
Inside his own
Country / nation / tribe
Of the people, all
men are creating
Our own inequalities...

Done-did see, oh say so

We'll get - done got toked
Peace pipes, petrol
and the joke goes
"There's this bus, and them opportunists...
Blueprints, dispensaries,
The Imminent war..."

(Even the church has history
With puffs
            Of black and white
Rising
             Smoke / gag reflexes /
The Coughing it up)

Chang Cha-Ching!
Money.

Smoke brakes over
Gets back
To the factory
Line
Chain Gang am/way

Cracking whips on backs of us
Of those who still worship
The lamb...  Yes I am
To Uncle Sam :
In the way, another obstacle


In the way of progress
Prehistoric pedestrian painted in the landscape
Sooner pushing
Out of the way

For supermarket boulevard malls
Catering from cowering from defeat
Mean streaks
Bomb shells
Mad money and a piece
       "Glocks, 45colts, semi automatics
        *******' Guns
For the **** storm hustle...!"


Every conversation started
Shaft all up in your grill
Every question an appeal
Digging
For information is power
Axing who you be?

I works at the grocers
In the ****** area part of town
Across the ways from the dispensary
(**** Chung winks at chuck wagons)

Says I gets discounts
With my marijuana card,
Prescription coupon
******


A regular
Opportunist.

Yelp! Hollah!

we Gots what you really need
       It's only business
Don't take it personal
Minions of E.T

But Still... there is no justice....

We Prey on the Lambs
And tell ourselves to
Doubt slowly
             "Just you wait / they'll see...
Dawn will break"
Ever
Clear of smoke, no doubt

The open minds, eyes,
Done did and able to see...
The invasion
Gots
Intellectual property

Karma will be a *****
On dinosaur bones
In the crude that burns the sky
And the smoke
Breaking
Our bad /

bubble...

FIN.life.
Choke.
Leila Oct 2015
don't tell me what you think i already know
**** what you heard
I need you to give me your word
I need you to show respect
to forget that person you play on fb
spare me the weakass gobbledygook
i mean, I know its hard for you, havin to keep up with what you've said
tho ur perspectives never wrong..being a ******* angel and all with the heavens to dwell upon
but u still look down on me, on my mere morality to make u feel strong
oh beatified one, ur deeds maybe malicious but it's not ur fault
these things can't be helped when your the Earth's salt
and when im the godforsaken idiot who didn't highly enough exalt
your very presence, your every word
no wonder you had to talk all that ****
singing on cue like some sorta mocking bird
for production value - people love the script
a tragic comedy about how cruel it was and still is
that you had to even once suffer such a crisis
to suffer my love..all those weeks and with all depths of my heart and soul poured into my actions
ew..how'd u not die? I see  now the sight of me begs for ur lies
the agonious torture of my unworthy flesh, my blood
of my existence, my name you drug thru the mud..where soon, unsoiled, a lotus will bud
however ur seemingly 'necessary' truth manufacturing to avoid drama
was unnessacry since ur sorry *** coulda saved us both some trauma
i mean i don't know, maybe you are a divine genius
cause we're both here on earth yet somehow u found nirvana
but I think ur thinking of the light of Venus
any heaven, like hell, is what u make if it
infinity has no tolerance for hubris
the highly evolved spirits, the Athenas, Pegasus', Ramas
Jesus', Mohamads, all the angels and prophets
are without being, no space or time can hold
yet ur convinced ur entitled to b idolized in gold
and theres nothing u can say u haven't already heard told
you know everything except for your own soul
which reflects badly on ur momma
Cause that ***** birthed your *******..como te llama?
te llamo un ****, just another ***, no ******* Romeos
so form now on I call you mi amigo perdido
cause if you ever come round my way again
ima squash you like I do a ***** **** blood ******* mosquito.
aviisevil Aug 2014
Note: It might make no sense to you but that's fine.



I don't fuss over the way someone choose to cuss,
Or the god chosen to represent depravity in some of us,
I don't need to look beneath, you're too rotten on the crust,
Priest is no god, but that's where you invest all your trust
The same face-less pig who died in a **** lab,
In a stupid police bust.
But I must apologize in advance for I know,
There is no end of ******' stupidity in some of us,
Mechanical brains, new and old, filled to the brim with rust,
******* reigns, what's the harm in givin' your body some love,
God told ya so, touching your private parts will turn you to dust,
How stupid your god is, why give me a candy I can't eat ?
Tempt me by temptations, and still made me human so I can weep,
No wonder the world is going crazy, I forgot the rituals I had to keep,
Yeah, beat thy women into submission, gods one and only creed,
But what happened to the old fool, who went past the fence,
Crawled over the surface, the muscles in his **** so tense,
Ready to paint the world, in the color of his own,
Find the fertile land, and let his seeds to be sown,
Barely walking, heavily influenced by the anti-christ and blow,
What happened to that rebel, did he ever find a *** ?



Where are the mad-men and the sick-men,
Will all this depravity finally come to a ******' end ?
What about the cuss words and the torment,
Don't lie, I know you're never 'gonna have enough of them.

Where are the sick-men and the mad-men,
Something is wrong, can anyone tell what happened to them ?
My ***** is too strong to hide, I'm in need of some women
And my words have no ink for my pen-is full of *****.



Beat me to death for echoing this blasphemous myth,
Condemn me to hell, and just be done with it,
Tell me how beautiful your god is, c'mon ******' do that ****,
Scream anti-god on my face and call me sick,
All religions laid down on the table, a difficult pick,
Order me a ***** to undo my *******' zip,
Watch me hold my **** and cover your cards with ****,
The fragrance of arrogance, something you can't resist,
Ask your momma to climb over me for a perfect fit,
As i ride her to glory, watching the divinity of some ****,
yeah, I like them on all fours, I'm such a ******' narcissistic,
And yet you hate me, **** me for you're such a pacifist
As I watch your smile slowly turning into a fist,
And in mist, what do you seek, there's STD and you're at risk,
So go back to your home and complain to your god,
There's a rebel out loose and he needs to be caught,
Pick up your holy book, and remember what it taught,
Then turn it over slowly, and read the text in broad,
Holy ******' ****, that's six dollars for the words of god!


Where are the mad-men and the sick-men,
Will all this depravity finally come to a ******' end ?
What about the cuss words and the torment,
Don't lie, I know you're never 'gonna have enough of them.

Where are the sick-men and the mad-men,
Something is wrong, can anyone tell what happened to them ?
My ***** is too strong to hide, I'm in need of some women
And my words have no ink for my pen-is full of *****.
Notes (optional)
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners
In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages
Tossing 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, *****" it looks like an accident
Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
My ***** white and black like she's been mimicking a panda
It's the dark skinned *****, kissing ******* in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, ***** I was just Ableton
Not a ******* Logic contradicting *******
Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit
***** scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the present
With the normal *** past like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that *****, but, Golf ****)
To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers
Dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went jousting
I'm on my Robin Hood ****, robbin' in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealing your rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the ******' boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon' ****
It's **** Hodgy, *****, stay the ******* my stoop
And out my Kool aid, Juice
Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my ***** we get it in
Wolf Gang party at the hotel
I call a **, you call a **, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain need a freak
I need a ***** to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her *** fat
Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at
***** I'm tryin' to smoke, ***** get higher
Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my ***** Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
Livin' like the Mafia, *****, don't get to slacking up
And if these haters actin' up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my ***** Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad ******* in front of me *******
What the **** is caution?
Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base
That's great, I'm home alone dreamin' of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the *****
Three lettermans that Ace has been making him
No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh?
I'm gettin' blazed thinking 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like toupees
One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays
My grand scheme of things is to be attached
To the game like ******* to their wedding rings
And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, ***** I'm a problem
From Briggs I got bars and plans to
**** these Polish ******* into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real
OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-***, get your baby mommy popped
With my other ****** bop, do I love her? Prolly not
Know your **** is not as hot as anything I ******' drop
***** I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay ****
I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock
Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop
Op Dom neck **** in your wish list
Mad sick ****, mad **** for your *******
On some slick ****, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this *****
Odd in your *******' area
Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya
Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up
And **** your team, ** ***** wassup
Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no *****
You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can
Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga
Rent a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day
But just enough for a week, my ***** what can I say
I'm hi and I'm bye, wait I mean I'm straight
I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could sample the feel
Headphone bleed, make this **** sound real
Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many ******' crystal ***** can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone
Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
*******, this rapping is stupid and it's hard
Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go
Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor
*** head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, still hit a *****
Wolf Gang, *****, so I still don't give a ****
Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap
**** rips as I feel on that little ***** cat
Hah, ***** came through with a 9 bar real quick
Just for the *******, little bit of money in my pocket
**** it, Wolf Gang
Yeah, **** that, look, the contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) ******' All-American terrorist
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a ******' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile **** flow remind these ****** where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, ******' ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in here to **** the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from ******' awesome anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ** to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole was numb
The culprit of the potent punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' ******* in a Folgers cup, or Nevada
Drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck, shittin' like his colon bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap **** and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass, scorchin' ladies
******* sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache
Indian pack of ****** who don't give a **** if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back like lateral passin'
With that *******' gladiator manner of rappin'
As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me
Fall back if your paddies is ****, please
OF, **** that's all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that skatey ***** Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the ******' block
Storefront, knee tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape, and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut
5 years later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old enough
To drink a ******' beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the ****** in the suburbs
And the white kids with ***** friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got called weird, ***, *****, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't actin' right
Always try to turn our ******' color into black and white
But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my ******' amps up
So instead of critiquing and *******, being mad as ****
Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as ****
*******
OFM, bangin' on your FM
Gnaw, 2011, yeah, Golf ****
by odd future
TrueSun Oct 2014
I'm so high but I feel so low
See people say they care but I feel so low
That's why I'm stuck smoking this dro
What the **** am I crying for
I can't chill cause my mind is sore
Fighting off the demons in my head causing a war
Man I don't even know what the **** is real anymore
I'm losing sleep
Cut bad and the wounds is deep
Hot headed because my blood begins to heat
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I just a ******* that doesn't know his own life
Am I just a ******* that doesn't know what's right
Cause if I am I don't deserve to live
Treated so many people wrong the guilt is big
But ******* I'm back
Say it louder
IM BACK
***** *** ***** *** ***** little ****
no my vocabulary ain't good one bit
I say what the **** I like
if you ain't like it taste the bottom of my nikes
cause I'll kick your *** in the ******* face
Put you *** back in your place
If you trippin better fix your lace
Don't make the mistake
Cause when I'm back
Louder!!
***** *** ***** when I'm back
I'm out of my mind like all the time
And all the time I'm in my mind
Don't bring your ******* to me they'll learn
Cause everything you say in hell will burn
Don't decide, if its a lie
don't cry, put the ******* aside
take your time, and everything will be fine.
Shea Vogt Dec 2013
There's this voice in the back of my head whispering little thoughts,
every day spilling words into the vortex to cause a chain reaction
of action each day that I step foot on this earth. Some days I shake
and shiver, wonderin' if it's the cause I want. Some days I take and
take a single breath one after the other. And whether or not I'm ready
to take the leap, that little voice keeps on  and on, steady thunderin'
in my brain as I snap both my legs together as the ledge reaches out
and that voice straps my thoughts right to the purpose that I belong.
And still each day I wake and I wonder, am I becoming what I want.
And each day I ponder and I shake because I just cannot be sure.
Yet, there's a little bit of a voice entirely committed to the choice
that I settle with both feet upon. And although I'm never certain,
and my heart, filled with its nervous palpitations, pitters and pats as
I sit and stare past the curtain, eyeing the world with its thisses and thats
that I'm not even sure I want to obtain, but still  so effectively contains,
I realize a couple things. I may not know my direction, but I'm not lost.
I may be filled with one too many faults that are in need of a correction,
but I'm not broken. So, each day a voice whispers in the back of my head,
and each day I whisper a little bit back and even though I'm a bit scared
of the mystery of life, an epiphany brings me back: I may not know my place,
but that voice keeps supportin' my claim and my head keeps saying the same,
so I'll just go ahead and keep this *******' smile on my face.
12/2/13.
Ramonez Ramirez Feb 2011
A can o' beans on a red suitcase,
Christ,
it must be Judgement Day;
even the sky feels empty,
even the shadows seem robbed of their coolness,
so I leave'em there,
the empti tyn and the ruid sedcase baking in the ympty ske
and I crush them *******' dark lenses under my boots,
Lord,
and I walk on down that dusty-blue road.
Henry Daniels Jul 2012
Man
     this
****** up world!

From minute to minute
        at least one person
Is postin about how miserable they are.

       I have stayed crack free
for going on a month now! :)

    You ******* miserable people
make me want to get back on the rock. :(

         I can't even read a poem at random
for fear of the thing makin me feel suicidal...

  Whats worse, is the same dude
          will post a
"The depth of my joy is unfathomable"
poem, thirty minutes later.

       **** this place.

HP is just too depressin for me anymore
Thank you to the chill people. Particularly, Ken Irving MacPherson.
Everybody else needs to get laid or somethin.

HLJ
out
I love me, but
I could do it with
a bit more

consistency, potency
and wild *******'
abandon-dusted
panache

you know,
how all beings
are born to be loved

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