Post lyrics you wrote

Try hard phonefag wanna be poetry trash

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Fuck me
Say it!
Fuuuuuck me
Fuck me
Fuck me
Fuck me
Fuck me
SAY IIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!
I want you to FUCK me Bobby peru

>Extract from a song I wrote about Gaddafi.

Protected by his female aides
He shared with them his wealth
He made sure all his buxom maids
Were kept in perfect health

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I awaken to eggs and bacon

Villain in kitchen like don't mind the break-in

I like my coffee stirred not shaken

Seen my mom's like what's crackalacking

She said there's new box up in the cupboard

Young mother hubbard gifted me with the buttery rhymes

Last christmas times when we was eaten suppers in the suburbs

Fucking bitches with no rubbers, for dessert we haven custard

Round my head was cricling buzzards fiending for the scraps

Waiting for the villain to collapse, before I finished the first two laps

I put a hole in your knee caps, handing out naps and leaving your teeth with gaps

Bitches say they love my wraps, I said I used to work at chipotle, with my nigga jose

For next to no pay coming home late every single day, walking home with mary jay,

when I seen some thugs up on roadway

Standing on the road they, said they wouldn't let us past like no way,

I'd have to find my own way

I said this some shit I won't allow, hit em with the bang crunch pow, tiger style,

like how you like me now

Shes said that I'm the cats meow

I'm like anyhow, how's about we had back to my place before you start reciting vows

Blaw

Bitches love my wordplay they eat it up like puppy chow

Lines so hot had you dabbing your brow

Never heard nobody do it like me until now

But somehow, I had the knowhow, to be the villain here and now

I've your host the only and only Rain Man, now it's time for me to take a bow.

kek

this is fucking awful

post the full thing

I wrote it more as poetry and less lyrics but I was gonna try to rewrite it into something more musical. I’m unsure of it too, though.

Roll up to a white person's villa at noon with a benz
Spray-paint the wall with the blood of three screaming crackers
The police commin for me but too fast they ain't gotta chance
Arrive back at home fuck the hoes call the Boyz and play checkers

>Escape to Hell

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I heard a story of a man
Who lived under the ground
Deep beneath the golden sands
Guarded by rabid hounds
He overthrew a corrupt king
And ushered a new reign
He gained control of everything
Blood trickled down the drain

A thinker and engineer
A writer and clown
A leader and a pioneer
No gibe would bring him down
Both friends and foes so close at hand
And they all had their price
His friends bought private islands
His foes he kept on ice

Protected by his female aides
He shared with them his wealth
He made sure all his buxom maids
Were kept in perfect health
He tried to build his Xanadu
To benefit mankind
Schools hospitals and hotels too
But no help could he find

Retreating to the desert
Away from palace greens
He felt at peace within his heart
He muffled out the screams
The kaiser’s wife, she said to me
He was ever so polite
He’d charm the birds out of a tree
And set the world alight

Clothed in handmade silk attire
His eyes devoid of light
To change the world he did require
Rockets to take flight
He tried so hard to reach the sun
He wished it at a well
They cocked and aimed his gilded gun
And he escaped to hell

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This is the gusic of the night
The night
No jazz
This is the gusic of my life

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I keep a close watch on this arse of mine
I keep my cheeks wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the turd that binds
Because you’re mine I crap the line

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Kinda like it

beatin my dillz
jerkin my dong
crankin my hog
rubbin my shlong
murda my balls
destroy my cockin balls
dilly dong cummin
guitar string strummin
no stoppin this hog
so lets get busy in a bog

Niggas crowding me, taking shots at the king
Pussy-ass bitches should be shinin' dis bling
Bowing at my feet kissing ground like a peasant
Their wives going' wild for dis big black present

Pussy when I'm sad
Pussy when I'm mad
Every single day I'm filled with rage at my dad
But I ain't no gay treacherous lad
I wouldn't let that hoe fuck with my dad
Hoes on these nuts
Nut on these hoes
Every day the party turnt up
Days of the week
I'm weak from the sauce
Get lit
Fuck bitches
Money overflowing like my load when I blow

im fuckin this bitch
theres liquid shit
its going down my dick
im in a real stitch

cute

On my knees
Begging you please
You’re my desire
Baby you’re my fire

>i doesn't rhyme with i
Retard.

(Skraaaa)
Fuck a pussy lick a pussy who’s pussy?
(Anthony Fantanos wife’s pussy!)
Yeah he’s a cuck, his wife give me suck
He be typin on tha Twitter, his wife she ain’t a spitter
(She’s black!)
Interracial couple,
Gettin on a cuckold
Yeah I fucked that melon girl
And took her for a dick twirl
Anthony in tha corner, lookin like a bald squirrel
Put that nigga in a miniature chastity belt,
His peepee locked up and it ain’t gettin felt
Prep dat bull, my nutz gettin full
Yeah she’s black so I wouldn’t date her,
Cause I’m a website and my name is tha Fader

Since centuries I forge ahead

in this wind,

lifted by a distant past,

that conforms to the glistening creases

of my sullen, weathered cape.

In the snail of glowworms

of the imminent dusk

the cities I visited

crowd up buzzing

around my footsteps

like flies on the carcass

of a disemboweled cub.
A wonderer lost in time

will lead me to the imaginary place

towards which I am walking.

And memory, recoiling

into a crystal dolmen,

prostrate within the firs’

emaciated fronds turned like pages

by an old woman’s timorous hands,

has no other destination

than that void of meaning.

Being here is terrible.

Every bee is different, we're not just yellow and black,
Every bee must play their part to bring the honey back,
If we don't all work together we'll end up in defeat,
But working like a colony will make our honey sweet

if I eat a lot, I shit a lot
if I eat a lil, I shit a lil
but the more I shit the better I feel
... for real