Originally Posted by ill nik-A (Post 567810)

Nigga

Originally Posted by Chyeahhh!!! (Post 567834)

son the jig is up. We found out like 10 plus years ago you were pretending to be black.

henceforth you shall now be known as

ill nika-NOT!!!

I've bistowed upon thee thine exclamation points. You have my blessing young padawon

Originally Posted by Chyeahhh!!! (Post 567855)

you old, wanna be black, ditch your relatives, still do online rap text battling over 40, and your face looks like the dark side of the moon


swear fo god your face looks like it's deflected every known rock I've predicted to hit Earth in the past like 4 years.

Thanks btw

Originally Posted by ill nik-A (Post 567857)

parental skills are to teach his own how to live in fear

Originally Posted by Chyeahhh!!! (Post 567859)

so before I had kids, then I had a son, now I teach my "own" to live in fear?

I see you switched to "own" because you really haven't a clue my dear. You reach god

nothin but facts from me

God put man on this earth to be fruitful and multiply. I heeded the call

You just have a bunch of internet nerds wanting to be like you in cyberspace....that aint sperm, them is worms b

I send shots....it's obvious you shoot blanks

HOLLA

Originally Posted by ill nik-A (Post 567210)

The two worst writers on the site

Originally Posted by ill nik-A (Post 168911)

I know the light exists
But before I exit…
I might just want to ignite a kiss
The storm is perfect
Is it the same wife I miss?
They say we change
But to forgive develops character
A call may seem strange
I embarrassed her
my flaws caused pain
She circled the calendar
I crossed the line
Cannot hurdle parameters…
The result was time
I wasted much of it
The fault was mine
So I faced the consequence
Regret now assaults the mind
So I disgraced the prominence
Any thought that shined…
Of what was the foundation
Happiness & it’s synonyms
now can consult frustration…
while I’m riddled in
lost perception
What is real?
I sought her mentions
What I feel
Please kiss me good bye
Where are you?
Forgive me don’t cry
Share our views…
From when you said I do
I need you to comprehend the truth
Let me defend why too
Just tell me where are you?
I see the light
but I need to see you first
I can’t see you right
Conceived through blurs
There’s no belief through words
It’s too late for actions
past obsessions poured your blood
The craze & passion…
Absorbed your love
I embraced attraction
Before you left me
Though at fault
Death is empty
I need you baby
The light escapes
Seems too crazy
The night awaits
let me see you before I vanish
please I need you
the force of panic
weak & see through
remorse & anguish
Too late for apologies
I’m not concerned for my soul
The reaper’s hate shows no modesty
leading the path where murderers go
& yet I’m scared
The last thoughts hurts us the most
Life removed from the electric chair

Originally Posted by ill nik-A (Post 567810)

dilusional

Originally Posted by neutral (Post 379384)

Failike. I'm not liking how much I might dislike you, distantly. I want to punch and excite you, literally. I want to keep you, distally. You're distilled peculiarity. This still is peculiar and me - I'd slap you with disdain until your panties are distained. Acting cute is lame. Your attributes match that of Ving Rhames - on smoothies and apple juice, loosely, a lapis lazuli acting a prude but it's actually a ruse, see? Contact lenses: you're not really that blue, b. On that premise: my nuts steely like Bruce Lee. Your nuts really amuse me. You're nothing. You're groovy; slut in a jacuzzi pumping the uzi like a thug in a movie. Move me. Move, please, you drool like a floozie.

Don't know what I'm writing. Posture like lightning, I'm often just writing - pop a line break and drop in a hyphen - I'm often just writing to drop in a hymen. No line breaks, no lime and no lemon, would climb up to heaven but the size of my melon makes my wise cerebellum tell my spine to forget it. Forget you. You animal: lesser demon, Hannibal Lecter's semen, cannibal, rectum bleeding and you managed to smell it's leaking. You're an arab-faced twat with a pancake ass and a band aid stamped across your left nipple. Or testicle. Your unmentionables. Such as 'whore', 'menstrual' or poor vegetable that forcibly entered you. Enter: puke. I sicken myself. You're sicker, you held a courgette hostage. Yikes, I think I ought to stop this bland madness. You're a snot witch and haggard. I wiped the hairs from your top lip on a blank canvas. I once worked with a man who thought my span Spanish.

Uhm, my abs are tungsten: I'm handsome, hung and manic, shut up. Let's meet in a room with no panic button and mean to consume every average substance or leave the cocoon when our fabrics touching. Don't panic, button. Stones clinking like bones. Drones living life prone - you're not here. I spot fear in the quiver of your iris. I'm top tier. Spit upon papyrus. I pity what divine is. You're shifting from the silence afraid of what the rhythm of your mind is. Mindless. Shitting on ya highness even if the sire's Set. I'm fire, fret. You're diabetic. I'm dire, bet it. Cigarette your dialect when I'm erected.

Try again, bitch.