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Uh...uh uh...turn me up.....little bit more...in my...headphones....yeah there we go...better.....gucci... YO THE HOLOCAUST?! IT REALLY WASNT NO LOSS ANNE FRANK TAKE THE TRAIN I DONT CARE ABOUT YO FUCKIN PAIN
IM GLAD THAT NIQQA HITLER'S IN POWER ANNE FRANK, YOU WANNA TAKE THIS SHOWER? I GET PAID TO KILL JEWS BY THE HOUR
YOU NIQQAS MAY BE GOOD WITH MONEY THAT STILL MAKES 6 MILLION DEATHS FUNNY ITS NOT MY FAULT ANNE FRANKS JUST MY HONEY
BUT NOT FOR LONG BY THE END OF THIS SONG HER ASHES WILL BE IN THE BOWL OF MY BONG
SO I GUESS WHAT IM JUST SAYIN THERES NO REASON FOR THE JEWS TO BE PRAYIN CAUSE HER FATHERS THE ONLY SURVIVA HE MUST'VE BEEN SUPER SAYAN. ..YOU KNOW WHAT IM SAYIN?
Roll the herb, I'm bout to prove that I'm superb I'm in this bitch once again with dope adjectives and verbs New on the scene but a senior in the studio I'm outta this world niggas thought I was from Pluto You goofy cats can't step to me I'll slice you up thought you was an amputee Once upon a time this kid anon spit a rhyme brought unique flavor one of a kind Yo, Ill spit this shit one time for ya mind Shit gets critical when the weed and rhymes combine We in the sky and y'all birds of prey Anon is snatchin niggas up without delay Right now I'm underground but this shit is groundbreaking When I breakthrough you best believe the earth quaking Out of fear terror or fright Destroy planet earth? Shit I just might You best watch your back cuz anon is a killer I got niggas by the balls like a pants zipper You think you quick to the draw but I'm quicker Mass murderer I'm black Adolf hitler Im bound to Flip on a nigga like a light switch Making niggas uncomfortable like jock itch Expect a home run this beat is like the perfect pitch Hope you're listening your life's about to be enriched
Expect a home run this beat is like the perfect pitch Hope you're listening your life's about to be enriched I ain't write this it came from the mother ship It's been 16 years and I'm still on an ego trip I run it, I'm part hop part hip Niggas stuck on my shit as if they pocket lint Their chances of survival be slim to none I'm not sure why they fight they've been openly outdone I'm a Martian I'm on the next plateau Pussy niggas tryna stop my progress like Jim Crow But just know you'll never knock me off my game The day that happens ill set the whole world aflame I'm on that new new everyday all day Rappin gainst these cats comparable to child's play Dark meat elite on the beat Rap game without me is a sprinter with no feet I'm not a thug no chrome to the dome But you got clowned son shoulda stayed at home I rock cons on my feet but I'm a real pro When I start sending shots out you better stay Low Or please be prepare to be domed Every time I spit a rhyme I vandalize the microphone And with the mic, the world is in my hands I'm snapping suckas in half you thought they was rubber bands I'm charging up for my next attack Release the hyper beam on those that dare talk back I destroy worlds when the mic is in my zone Sending pussy mcs crying all the way home But I guess that's the price they gotta pay Spitting against Anon will ruin your whole day I lay waste to the whole fucking universe rhymes to put your physical body in a hearse So I'm begging you please don't test me Allow me to put your fears and doubt to rest g Apparently this rhyming shit is flowing in my blood Be prepared ill take you surprised like a flash flood Im a prince I'm a king I'm a fucking god Day or night you best believe that Anon will go hard Pussy ass niggas take a step to the left Rest assured ill be spittin rhymes on my last breath Give me the pedestal and bask in my magnificence Never spitting dumb shit I'm using my intelligence
Never spitting dumb shit I'm using my intelligence My dominance is unbelievably prominent You might have the kryptonite but your never stoppin it You in the scope and I'm aiming for the head Not a hint of hesitation take the shot and you're dead I split minds when I spit some sick shit I got rhymes that the government would prohibit I hope by now a can come to a conclusion As long as I'm in the game you'll always be losin
Kaleidoscope eyes watch as I dematerialize My team rolls with cohesion as we fly through broken skies Told her the windows are your eyes, she can't hide when deep inside And destiny is mine so I decide my own demise Niggas ain't ahead of I, we smokin' O's you smokin' dimes I strangle you, gouge your eyes, 'haha' as you bleed and die I love the taste of them tears, come on, come on baby cry Lets go free your mind, close your eyes, drift into the other side Am I out my mind or is my mind out of I? I can't lie, shit I impress myself sometimes Two tabs at nine, tick tock, trip time As the chemicals combine with my body and my mind Oh we can forget the soul, I'm a OG, ho, so with the weed I roll Smoke 'til these eyes glow, gold shining, I can't hide To think they told me that we can't fly, well that's a damn lie Cause I am that high, so when I spit from the sky You niggas get baptized, I ain't even holy But this gun I'm holdin' will leave you holy moly, homie Tombstone sittin' on old money, yeah I bring a loaded bong rip Of that bomb shit, nigga forever floatin' manifest All in my mind then I focus motion eyes on Japan America owe me land and a motherfuckin' mule Why would I wanna be a tool, for a nation who Blame these rap dudes for shootin' up them schools
My stomach laying at my feet How could you sneak up in my life Playing wife, stabbing my back with your diamond studded rambo knife What about the evil that women do? If I'm screaming at a female best believe I got a reason to So call Oprah, while I'm home playing husband my girls doing my cousin So now I drunk on robotussin, bustin up the place Four in the mornin layin on the asphalt She out there bangin it ain't my fault Yo, love is an illusion, ain't nobody down for you cept God Never place your faith in humans
My flow is interchangeable and I am very capable Of showing you a place that you will never ever Want to go Shut your mouth and don't speak I don't even wanna hear you breathe Repress this memory But it's there you will remember me Bring you in my basement Kill the lights and spank it You got nothin' else to do So you bet-ter em-brace it You might as well just close your eyes And pretend you're someplace else you like B'cuz you're in my house and, bitch: This is just my life.
>>538883627 Here is something I am working on >May be shitty, but it was way past midnight and I was a bit delirious
Ask me something please, I beg you Ask me something, if want you to That's what I tell to whoever asks Me to tell them about my past.
For me it's always getting answers to my questions, Always hoping that it can show that I care Listening to them wholly, I get ensnared Then I give all of my dedication. But very rarely do I get repaid All of the gratitude gets delayed Saying that they don't want to invade My first message gets replayed:
Ask me something please, I beg you Ask me something, if you dare to If you can handle what goes wrong Then just keep listening to this song:
I'm 18 years old and a "social butterfly" In reality I just watch the world flutter by I see what goes on inside of those around me But they never stop to even look at me Anyone who gives a shit is either: Too far, Too self centered Or Too concerned with dumb shit To see that when I'm gone That I won't be here When they need a pawn And I'll look back on the times I was up at dawn Wondering how to get a message to them.
I don't like rambling about myself, it makes me feel narcissistic. All I ever want to do is help and to not come off as such a dick.
No one asks questions They just expect me to cater to their needs The real problem is indigestion Because they can't stomach what they'll see
They'll see a "prodigy child" failing in front of them, A boy trying to be a man with no helping hand. Trying against all odds to break a vicious cycle, Killing himself to stop his stupid trifles, Working so hard to not see his end.
Ever since I was young your word is the word that always won. Worry and wake the ones you love. A phone call I'd rather not receive. Please use my body while I sleep. My lungs are fresh and yours to keep, kept clean and they will let you breathe.
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry? I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind. Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these, so I sat alone and waited out the night. The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed. So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around, I'm not writing my goodbyes.
I submit no excuse. If this is what I have to do I owe you every day I wake. If I could I would shrink myself, and sink through your skin to your blood cells, and remove whatever makes you hurt but I am too weak to be your cure.
>>538879724 "oh yes let them begin the beguine make them play til the stars that were there before return above you till you whisper to me once more darling I love you and we suddenly know what heaven we're in when they begin the beguine"
>>538887917 >http://vocaroo.com/i/s1jfGX8vBUUn Holy fuck I love you, this is amazing. If you're interested, OP, you can hear the original version here, at 00:58.. queenbitch.bandcamp.com/track/song-that-is-untitled-yet-phresh-as-fuck
Militant minded shining diamonds with my heart on the ropes Take the edge when I rewind I’m climbing the slopes Bring it closer to the essence I’m breathing with God’s blessings Moving forward but thinking but sinking into depression Pulling my own weight I struggle with opposition I’m wrestling down angels and strangle the competition Searching deep in my heart I’m looking for definition In simple terms I yearn to find my life’s mission Listening to the inner this sinner will find answers Hoping that I remember that Hell is like a cancer Blast as a drum kick hits into oblivion Flash as the sky splits slip into meridian Capture the rapture fall into disaster Ambient sound surround and press the master Soundtrack of living in stores if Lord willing The last day’s bumps so nice in car systems redemption
My system hydraulic we frolic Young man he stands he brands alcoholic Smash through the glass he shatter against love Slip away from the close-up pain it’s such a drug Run away from innocence a child of the shadows Unravel the mystery, the reason of the shackles No pot to piss in with nobody to listen Went Godbody Five Percent to the Christian Crusades are inner reborn a dope nigga A crease in his pants he stance remain bigger Looking for a peace of mind but never found it Looking for a peace of mind but never found it shot
And there was I standing here wondering why A blue rose never grows to a velvet sky Why the Sun gotta go for the Moon to rise And when we born why the first thing we do is cry
They called me "Mr. X, Indeed", the special ones that saw so deep inside the souls of those who were so lonely. I was down beneath the bottom, when my vacant staring caught them gaily parading up and down the street Followed by some stinking masses, freeing fumes and giving gasses to the brown and nearly worn out air. But they had that certain presence like the ether or the essence of the cleansing upper atmosphere. Laughing, loving, and without a doubt, they simply strode about the streets that other creatures left alone. I ran across, myself compulsive, with the feeling of a pulsing drum that pounded underneath my skin. A tingling in my tangled brain was screaming that this was insane, but it also told me "Touch it," too. "Stand aside," I told the masses, and with that I made my passage from the lonely to the only side. Openly they smiled to greet me, like they always knew they'd meet me somewhere walking up and down the road. I knew I must appear as someone far beyond the common come-on, so I could not say my name was Ed. So I said, "I'm Mr. X who wants to come and who expects to help and guide your efforts to succeed." They laughed a little bit at me, and then said, "Mr. X-Indeed," and hugged me somehow hard and tenderly.
I used to be a renegade, I used to fool around But I couldn't take the punishment, and had to settle down Now I'm playing it real straight, and yes I cut my hair You might think I'm crazy, but I don't even care Because I can tell what's going on
I'm sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck if this chick was my own mother I still fuck her with no rubber and cum inside her And have a son and a new brother at the same time And just say that it ain't mine, what's my name
Every word murderful Surgical, painful, purposeful And I'm taking left off your fuck list personal Woo, they done let that fuckin' Mike out It's like Tyson in the '80s, nigga snap and punch your lights out It's like Tyson in the '90s, if I'm losing take a bite out I'm so motherfuckin' grimy So mutherfuckin' greedy, gritty Mama said she couldn't breast feed cause I was bitin' at the titty
I'm not cut out for this. I've lost my usefulness. I've found what I wanna do. til i realized it came from you.
I'll do it on my own. I'll find my way alone. I swear that I'll be fine. If you'll just give me the time. _____________________________ conditional unconditional love. I never wanna lose you. I've taught you all you know. I always had to shelter you.
I've been stressed for years. and you haven't heard me tell you. you must not have heard me yell I said I've always hated you. __________________________ I've got everything I need. and I'm still fighting jealousy. been living by a simple creed Nobody's family.
Trusting trustfull eyes. It always leads to lies. There's nothing left for me. I wish I could make you see.
(Btw here's the lyrics w/ upside down tablature. if you wanna give it a go. Capo on second fret or not idc)
"I am the unclean The black drop at the bottom of your cup You'd better drink or throw me up 'Cause I am on your lip and tongue God I'm not yours as much as you are mine So let me in to be your lung Just breathe me deep and take another sip So still A taste so sweet but so bitter the kill Still on your lip You are so close I'll let you come Between my legs you are closer death than sun And I'm not your daughter as much as you're my son I'll let you come In my mouth on your lip So ready and thirsty for the next sip You let me in, I let you come I'd never let you down You let me win, I let you drown!" Getting used to pain
I walk straight on my path But there's a fork in the roadway will my fate behold Will I go to heaven or hell Its true only one man can tell Looking in a mirror Beyond the blank stare hos face only holds fear everything leading to this point Points to a solution So just do shit Let loose kid Hit the booze kid Cause now your fate is sealed Ain't no time to appeal you did this and you ain't gonna miss it But as thoughts fade to black suddenly you pull back
Now everybody from the 313 Put your mother-fuckin hands up and follow me Everybody from the 313 put your mother-fuckin hands up Look, look
Now while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up The Free World got you gassed up Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
1, 2, 3 and to the 4 1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4 4pac, 3pac, 2pac, 1 You're pac, he's pac, no pac, none
This guy ain't no mother-fuckin MC I know everything he's got to say against me I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named cheddar bob who shoots Himself in the leg with his own gun I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!" And never try and judge me dude You don't know what the fuck i've been through
But I know something about you You went to CRANBROOK, thats a private school Whats the matter dawg, you embarrased? This guy's a gangsta? His real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage This guy dont wanna battle, he's shook Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks! He's scared to death He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck CRANBROOK
Fuck a beat I go accapella Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody Fuck y'all if you doubt me I'm a piece of fuckin white trash I say it proudly Fuck this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie Here -- tell these people something they dont know about me
"Met you at school just the other day Beauty at a distance when you came my way Ever more beautiful when you came up close I don’t know why you chose me, I'm uglier than most But you invited me to your place on the weekend I cordially accepted, I couldn’t wait for the weeks end The days went by so slowly, but finally Friday night came I dressed my best, tie matching my shoes, both the same Knocked three times, you opened the door I looked inside and then I dropped my jaw ‘Wow, looks at those breasts’, my jaw dropped more I saw your mother, bent over behind you, sweeping the floor That’s when I decided that id change my plan From screwing you, to filling you mother like a bed pan
She was wearing that low cut dress, and just above her knee Suddenly a raging boner that now needed to be free B-game dropped, now needing my A-game So I can run my tongue over your mother’s slender frame I tried to hide my sense of erotic displacement From finding a better, more experienced replacement I mustered a ‘you look great’, you took it on board Led me into the kitchen, looking for some food, you opened the cupboard I wanted to get away from you, go away and hide So I did something drastic, hit you over the head and pushed you inside I closed the doors, now free to make my advance Using my smoothness, I crept up to your mother, and undid my pants I slapped my penis on her thigh, she let out a cry But not the cry I wanted, but a shrilling cry She ran upstairs, and threatened to call the cops I think I came on to strong, but that wasn’t gonna make me stop
>>538898346 (part 2 of 2) "I pulled up my pants, and ran after her up the stairs I couldn’t stop thinking about those breasts, a lovely pair She ran inside her bedroom and locked the door She was playing hard to get, I like it, I’m aroused even more I rammed her door down; her shadow in the corner did dance Made my way over, seductively of course, not to lessen my chance That shadow wasn’t hers though, and as I turned to my right She delivered a swift kick to my crutch, with a lot of might I fell over, writhing in agony and pain, sore Nothing had ever hurt this much... what a whore!! I just wanted a little diddling, some fondling and some entry But all that came was a pain in my gut, her daughter unconscious in the pantry She ran into the bathroom, and barricaded the door The challenge was too much effort, wasn’t worth it anymore
I went back downstairs, holding my nuts pretty closely I still had an erection, but only mostly I opened the cupboard; there you were, lying down all innocent and sweet So I undid your pants, and did something I can’t repeat I should have just stuck with plan B and been safe When you invited me around to your place You were the better sexual partner, and now I’m relieved But I hear the cops coming, so I better leave"
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