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Stop a wrong turn
he will burn
an internal fire
what he desired
going to meijers
grabbing some pliers
load up the suppliers
showed up with apple ciders
a pillars of a blizzard and a lizard
with lots of purple haze
as you get a long gaze
these rappers has a unknown faze
most of them have there days
I wanna smash some in there face
dead bodies is what he plays
Dead bodies is his interest, a family incest
a arrest, a priest at his best, to m00000000000lest
as I confessed
"get on your knees"
is what he suggested
before I pray
I have to be well rested
I was disinfected, as I resurrected, from a section, of a infection
but as I go to sleep
he creeps, and peeps and grabs a jar of jell
and places it on my chest
there was a dib and dab of some, not less
he played with my hole
my priest was out of control
the devil must of had my soul
he took off my pants
and started to pull
a cross around his neck, that was dull
I might some dental floss,
or I would of gotten mental
as he began to stroke, and poke, and choke,
he began to play with my lemons
like John Lennon, he never showers
and as one Beetle
stepped on a final hour
with gun powder
it was sour, with superpowers
but my poop was soothed out by a hour
I changed color like a fruity loop
lots of nuns
I am the chosen one
father made love to a son, my incense with my scents was fun
as his thrust was intense
there was no place for me to run and cry
but there is a place to hide
a church, deep inside
should I go in, I shall decide
this information they teach us, my brain fries just like a mutation
I'm already used to the lies
A steady disguise, as his grip is heavy
angel's that flies
should I change sides
and remove it with pride
turn the other cheek and stride
every time you ask for an answer, you spread it like a cancer
and there needs to be more questions
as your throats sore, your muscles tore
arrested and tested
a amount of lies I digest
I looked in the skies, as I cried, and hide, and confess
Father forgive me
For I will forever sin
I will burn and grin
no wrong turn affects I payed
I'll be your slave and maid
No wrong turn effects that I have played
A ritual I declined
as my mind defines
bodies hit the concrete floor
the trade centers rest a shore
barring crisp of death
as time lapses, and it collapses
and smoke and ashes, you begin to choke
spirits made as a joke
a pile, where all the bodies laid
angels now forgotten, they start to rotten
the miles stayed
as one defeats me
and heaven calls the lies
9/11 terror of cries
the flames rised
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AvulsedJoin Date: 2013-07-15 Post Count: 542 |
Damn, sick lyrics |
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You got some talent kid, and some potential, you need to make more soon. You seem to be a lyrical genius. |
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Jesus Christ man this is good 8/10 |
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MudVeinJoin Date: 2012-10-06 Post Count: 200 |
Dude that ending part was amazing 10/10 |
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I forgot to rate him 9/10 |
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AvulsedJoin Date: 2013-07-15 Post Count: 542 |
Ikr, I'm waiting for his new freestyle |
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And I thought yall hatted ro rap. |
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AvulsedJoin Date: 2013-07-15 Post Count: 542 |
I did, but this is good |
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AvulsedJoin Date: 2013-07-15 Post Count: 542 |
Yes, but not bad ones like urs |
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Don't say bad. Instead of being an online citric have it ever occur to you that you could be helping them? Not by say "Just Stop Rappin\Ro Rapping" Just give them advise. Damn. |
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AvulsedJoin Date: 2013-07-15 Post Count: 542 |
But this Molecular guy is the bomb, and he needs more credit |
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YlndyJoin Date: 2013-03-15 Post Count: 1765 |
bad |
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AvulsedJoin Date: 2013-07-15 Post Count: 542 |
@anti glad you enjoyed his stuff |
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How is it free styling if you are writing it |
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And most of this is senseless jargon anyway
Rhyme schemes are dumb if its not even making sense |
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its not a freestyle if you typed it
[2WC / ND] |
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MudVeinJoin Date: 2012-10-06 Post Count: 200 |
Lots of rhymes though |
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It is kinda a free style. Because
We get to see it for free
And he do it in style
:3
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sounds like early eminem, if he focused on his step dad more that is. |
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