goin’ in again there ain’t no muthafuckin’ stoppin’ it I do what I want, grab that bottle then I’m poppin’ shit don’t think that I won’t pull your mother onto the fuckin' dance floor spin her ass around— drop her down and leave her sore no apologies from me I’m not the one to feel remorse for it done lots of drugs and self searching; still got demons in my closet I know I’m about to cross the line so I’ll just keep on walking it Johnny Cash, Baby Bands, call me what you want to don’t hit my line talking business unless you brought the fondue the cheddar or the bread or any other fuckin’ metaphor answer all my questions or it’s info that I’ll press you for Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
Y'all fuck boys be under scrutiny, indubitably Assuredly asinine also absent minded assumably These raps of mine.. coincide with this axe of mine so fluently So act a mime, I don't know your intentions but mine are bad and I'ma act on mine so ruthlessly I don't kill rappers no eulogies I erase them .. they say matter can't be created or destroyed but if you never fucking mattered can it be done? Ab-so-lut-e-ly Had to look up way too much spelling to let this one slip thru the cracks..
I love this woman with all my heart and soul, she's diamond and I'm coal, she's an amazing person truly an angel or a goddess, it's not modest although she is she's my answered bliss, if I could give her heaven I would she is everything, wish I could sing to explain to her how I feel so helpful I can heal, she's so much more than I can even begin to tell and my arrogant personality makes me want more for me however I'm not a kid anymore and I should think about others before I think of myself.
These rappers are not trash rappers they trash but "they're not fucking wrapping!" like glad plastic it's just tragic I won't have it they're lost puppies in bad traffic the saddest shit you can imagine they're masochist cause they keep going and have at it it's just madness they're addicts a bad habit they cant kick and I'm out of battery......
Working on this. The blades japanese Fangs for teeth flames for hands My last victim rang the police I was made insane Trained in shaolin lands Bang the beats Been hangin with the fam If the gangs in reach We makin a jam Essential to the beach Like granules of sand
honor roll tendencies, ladies all wanna be friends with me get 'em in the sheets and give 'em love and now they all be into me too busy gazing in the future--stacking chips so high no one can see they think I'm being selfish but I just wanna set my family free not heaven-sent, but not from hell, guess I could be a prophet sit down and ask myself if I'll wonder where the time went probably; but that's a guess; can't see the distant future cut ties with snakes; otherwise you'll see just how they do ya
Grew up poor down south, No silver spoon has ever touched my mouth Dad wasn’t around to help with the house, Mom always working hard no spouse If U had it and I wanted it I took it by force, Grew up angry and got no remorse Street smart not book smart better learn my course, started at the bottom now I am the source So much talent should of been endorsed, but I lay low n let the product be outsourced
Steez (x6) Murder me Jesus let’s send em up Chain smokin’ a pack of a Seneca Thoughts all “I’d be super content if I had this” Talking to myself like it’s interview practice I’m a piece of flesh and concious for dumb faggots Initiate faggotry Seeing my Dad in me Talking and walking his fucking lil’ blasphemies Demons that manage me Rap shit old hat to me hate that I leave out due to cannon, jeans Drag on the floor Dragon on all fours Like mindstate so ready to sample the chorus Future wife wow I’ll go blab to a whore” “If you had to fucking fight a shark or squid” – sauce Pill dropped in a fifth Rollin’ the mid Past friends would all fucking mock and pretend That they (x2) were there for me Enact mackaveli I turn them to enemies Empty the cemetary pouring hennesy – sauce Awful and off with this off with this herresy Commit sins nigga unaware it’s me Flame to the lead Flare to the leaves fuck nigga I’m on zero care if scene See me as a loser sipping kerosine I’m phobic this, phobic that Giving y’all energy, throw it back
Ninetales, i got 9 K's, 69 anyone im screaming treyway Malone at home i just stay away i come from days of everything on layaway not every road paved you got to make way The king is on a play date making a deal with death in his new place He lives on the top floor of a pent house suite in LA Visits his cousin depression by train, he lives by the bay, listens to 2short and mac dre and on a rainy day maybe even some t-pain Refrain trying to retrain my brain waves from a deep pain caused from when i was in Pre-K Relapses because the synapsis behind the Tea time I feel these lines, cat scratch fever got me looking for feline
hearty greens and potatoes on the table we all eatin' dinner my family got no idea how I got this bread; life of a sinner jumping off of rooftops onto elephants, we do it big my people all corralled around me, each one got a stick *silenced gunshots* moving all in silence, fuck the violence, 'less it's necessary me and all the posse looking beefy but we don't eat dairy you look at us now, and you already think we scary but you just wait and see when my boy Cleetus get out the penitentiary these rhymes is jokes, the threats is real; my body language might say otherwise if shit really ever do pop off, I hope it all gets televised be up on Fox 4 news looking crazy with some drug laced eyes they sentence me to death give me my last meal: ass and fries
Ass and fries, an acclimated master mind Passin all you passive kinds, passin piff to pass the time Pivoting this path I climb , acid over alkaline
Me? i just need a Nympho two thumbs up, and on the floor we keep it ten toes They see me grinding,money in the Crypto she think she'll get a bank note,take my money to the crypt tho not a penny from my billfold, that shit going to my kinfolk Fire like Notre dame, but im still cold got nowhere to be, thats why i slip slow at the disco feeling down looking up but they say not to mix those My bitch acting up, she still get the dick tho, then the boot from this steel toe i hit the post like a field goal it just aint that simple when you knowing all this info
Men shouldn’t complain and shit fuck it I do Consistently interluding thoughts of stupid miss five two Size two, only been with nine dudes wow oof No money nor change to spare to take this dumb bitch out Dming the cunt on the gram on how she should take out Pics of her and her ex making out making out You miss him so much then spend your days at his grave Dead the shit dead the shit Suicidal pessimist, due to stupid negligence Of actually needing some companionship but this preference To who the fuck I could start giving a lovely fuck to Goes out the three by four window as soon as the drugged loons Addresses me on some like “what’s your name what’s your sign” Then I grab her from behind Wait no that’s biggie shit, fold the blinds fold the blinds Tucked into my isolation pod as well as I can Chewing cholzapan, adaman’s And an assortment of psych meds out mom’s cabinet I could never question why Jings Ndthings a lone fuck Fucking being in love I’d rather be nearing death out of oxygen on drugs Fuck writing bars I cut lines of white white white Till my nasal cavity is dry dry dry An 8 ball and zero dollars later I cry cry cry
flow cataclysmic - - - your female might get lifted I speak of dark shit but back in school they called me gifted maybe all my life needs now is some variety - - been doing things the same, repetition is inside of me I know I won't get taken from the Earth 'fore I prove my worth sometimes I wish that I could skip this step; just go straight to dirt don't know my own age; born in '69, been countin' time - - 'til I get a golden ticket, I'ma kick it--go for hang time
Punch my own face in in take this hallucination Via melting orange agent honest with yet turning careless silly moods I couldn’t wear them Cut this brain dead patriot Turned patron 3 Parrotin’ 3 Wordless rolls off of the tongue I’m but an awful honest plug Release me nigga, off these cuffs No growth but the cysts in my jaw Hit it from the back 3 Calm up the front 3 Wow So productive back then where were the results? Still stagnant None lined up for the premiere A few in seats It’s cool in here Not as in depth as i thought i was Enthusiastic haunted trusts Fuck artists they esteem mongering I’m fucking dope don’t margin me Call me a faggot, loser, collect 200 pass go, monopoly 12 scapegoat Feel the conviction bad record, yuh That time machine finesser, yuh Lookin’ at little low tier, yuh He can go fucking steer, yuh Shift into drive and they land into patch Full of backpacker dead knackers as backward ass rapper rap rapper rap fans, yuh As my peers all shoulda coulda I stay jugin’all juvenile all good yeah In the hood yeah, feelin' klepto Sickin' strep throat, Time’s all I got yeah, on the clock yeah Take her to the back yeah, to the back yeah To the past to the past, to the past Seeing what we could change, rearrange makin' bank notes Couldn't help though for the hell though hell though, hello Holdin’ congressional ask hypotheticals Too many people will never reach level Everyone tellin’ me life is so stressful Get in the time machine nigga let’s go Lie to myself try to keep my composure Fuck a deadline there will never be closure I got time I got time How Jings feelin’? I feel fine How Things feelin’? I feel fine How Rise feelin’? He feel fine Super Killer, time machine Lewdin’ up, fond of me Switch up, install, final, piece scapegoat I told em I told em enough is enough Put em up put em up up in the trunk Put him in a dirt nap call nine one one on my fucking self That clip gon’ dump dump you chump chump you fucking frail Hit em in the chin bad manners I’ll do a bid god damn ugh Stack it up till I have an oddomaure Stack it up till I have an auto foreign Can't stand the world I don't understand me Had an idea it's forced empathy People care, Oh really? wow Me aware Cannot feel it, I just patience is thinning My heart is not with it Scenario fitted I'm fucking a sadist a go per engagement I'm so fucking faded Gift undeserved phrases I love you, I’m yours I am not sure My mind is sore have a discourse? More like polite storms Awful endorphins be born I'm forced Reach for the sky Deceiving advice Lucky define Wonder-in why Sleight of hand card trick I'm fucking retarded Plus I'm so obnoxious scapegoat Fuck nigga so harmless can’t help but to starve for attention I'm flexin' Relations disintegrate, can not relate Hours spent bull shitting all these flawed days So what and so what now I have sad weeks Sad month and sad year fuck being a being Fuck a life span I'll go fill a pinebox Signed stan iron clad I'm mad slight facts Don't know me well And You don't know me good Atleast now I can never be misunderstood don't take me serious I'm not fearing death Too old for this sad shit It's all out of habit Uh, uh, huh
Why’s this thread dying? Guess I gotta revive it... This the age of androids iPhones and AIs Bring social media to life Then program your mind We’re in a era Where egos needed to survive They stole the land Then took advantage Of ones privileged rights Would it be a lie if I said the peoples free? Mental imprisonments The bars that most will never see To envy the successful Will only leave you weak You can’t prey off the sheep Or blame the system for deceit See, gotta lead the victims To their own revelations Sometimes a self reflection Calls for liberation Most don’t wanna admit When they lost in a cycle Would rather drink the kool aid out the faucet yo how the Lysol taste? Or the lead, Either way its washed up in chemicals Fluoride can’t block the wise So here’s truth and all This real knowledge from the woke uh Mane fuck the fame lets give them dollars to the poor Cause they need it more