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Anais Mitchell should fuck Aeneas Williams
NO
He should fuck Venus William, make Uranus Williams
I'm honey dip delicious, money gettin' bitches!
Funny with the quips's, signed with ellipses.....
That means I'm dark and brooding
"I love you for BOTH you heart and boobies"
LOL Not really. Tits are my shit and I fuck 'em
I wish a pair so exquisitely fit and plump and
bouncy and white would wrap my white wood
Right d00d? I'm a fight mood. No, fight mode
I'm a real tough guy, so back off dike ho
I should build a dike with hoes. Exciting glow
Rhyme purple with elephant, the world might explode
Pussy with elegance, the girl might be bashful
I'm jes' tryna git mah nightly assfull

overboard tendencies. oceans begin and end in concrete.
emotions are brine for potency. rinse, wash, repeat.
poignant and dull. poisoned by lulls in the settled deceit.
embezzlement lost me the wrong set of keys.
time is the constant. solve for t. Mind the white noise frequencies.
Mind's the faucet, the dagausser sinks in gossamer sheets.

Wowzers, that verse got my cockles in heat
I brush my teeth, rinse, gargle, repeat
Then listen to Wilco's Summerteeth
and sit on a toilet like a Gargoyle to pee
Not really. But that image is hilarious
Imagine Cake! I'M SITTIN IN A CHARIOT
DA KING OF THE CHARIOTS, ME, CAKEY
Mah rhymez hit harda dan that Ed Reed safety
blat blat

Lmfao @ the gargoyle/ toillette shit

The el capitan is back jack, and all systems a go
I'm force fucking the stowaways cause these bitches apposed
But stick to the codes, up, up, down, down, left, right -repeat, start
I'm killing emcees off..
and with all this blood circulating the ground -who needs hearts?

What i had..
I blew it apart, locked it away.. They said id lose from the start
In her was beauty exuding this art, but she fooled me n ruined my heart
She used to use me n i liked that, id turn her on n she'd bright up like a night track..
If i could i would fight for her back,
But i wanted to get high n thats why i traded my ipad for a nice sack

eye's black, vision's invisible ice. swimming pool nights
set a good example for those wanting to ridicule right
eclipse the moon light w/out exploiting the weakness
didn't know you got wet? officer hoyt w/a clean hit
art of spittin heart, all the while avoiding the deepness
have to be my own enemy to destroy all the demons

demons destroyed, a piece of flesh relives the mess employed
fiending for the reason why my heart's now null and void
determined to find the meaning in the scheming i'm annoyed with
the season of the witch is among us, her brew enshrines the pulpit
alas, i'm the culprit - and murder was the case
my soul escapes its vestige and it's gone without a trace
replaced by a metal fortress encased with evil deeds and mistrust
blood, sweat, and tears traced in rust
hush
this we must NEVER discuss.

Tether with lust, internet we trust, calm and conceited
A gentle press - bam! Check this shit: toy coliseum!
Where boys bottle feelings and verbal rifle is science
So its: write, rinse - then repeat the cycle of violence
Chicks can't rhyme? never that; take no pity nor patter
Fuck a skeptic i'm suspending disbelief from the rafter

Mistrust & we split up like train wrecks
Lay dead, slaves to the same debt
throwing clues until ya brain catch
I spray webs of fire & watch the flame spread
Sifting thru clouds, looking where the rain's kept
always on a different level, I change depth
turn it up, thoughts scramble- you egg heads

egg heads are yoked up
brain cells get smoked to dust
my reign in hell is never over, trust
estranged self in a sober thrush?
deranged health as a roaming lush
quench thirsts and bottlenecks i crush
vodka tonics and guinness much.

Everyone blind when it's love
Such a high & then it sucks
Chicks w/tats, you can pin 'em up
name & address to win a slut
winter's touch bring the coats out
bishes w/titanic tits like to go down
Cept, I'm on the door- watch Rose drown
aob mang, fuck a ho now

low down, profile, don't smile, grow foul
know how, knew why, suicide and shoe shines
blew dry, hair red, blood blue, true crime
new lies, please die, live now, goodbye.

Hooked, line, sinker style, find a bitch n digger wild
Beat the pussy lips to death, unless I see a bigger smile
Dimes a dozen in the pile, only flawless mints for me
So once I eat the pussy out, breathe resembles listerine

Now that she's open she can only express sounds of emotion
She makes feel high as the sky, deeper than before like mountains and oceans
As I stare into her soulful eyes, I stand transfix and immortalized
So it's no surprise I want to put a ring on that finger, make her my gorgeous bride

Comforter, snack clips, Febreeze and Chapsticks, a fifty pack of Bics for me to practice takin' hits. I'm tired of the displays of fake shit. Tired of complaining about the fakeness. Constricting. The feeling of existing. Appealing to those snug in the comfort of their skin, or drugged and trimmed by the cutting wind. I just want a chick to love, but pickings are slim, and I seem to be above sticking to tried and true medicine. Girls date me for my cruel and rude sarcastic antics, but the fact is, life is a plastic bag of tricks. Dive in.

Diving in, kin to most unlikely friends, grinning while I'm typing this, time to test the trimming this titans chest, pillaging a tribe of men with violence behind us when the pistols fire at time for providing the distant sirens of wronged constibles cause sometimes thoughts are obstacles, misgotten logic is illogical, gotcha throat and will not let go till souls are calm as the palms of Tom Bombadil

I'm packing ass back in assonance
Past pacifist, crackin wind with a passing fist.
This be the apparatus clasped to attract ya hitch
the bitch is adamant so I slide them digits like abacus.
Now we've planned a trip; first class on the landing strip
I'm headed for the hills with piercing eyes; i demand a lick
Mountaineer who is mounting rear that is cavernous
"Atta kid" is stammered to be echoed; astounding win with ya bouncing chick

have you caught a glimpse

seventeen months. atlases. maps. attractive relapse.
soundmaps intact. gnawing urge in verses, Schrodinger's tonal curse birthed in a
prosal hearse. lyrics thawing first. miracle of life recircles, sound bites in reverse.
at first, rehearsed doubt in ticks. mirror talks. listen in. announcement with booze- she fears it's off.
packed a punch that bruised the clock, fashioned lunch with my food for thought.
"I've known you once". forgot. misery, the chorus sings to me.
piercing notes lost in the porous text, rewrote history's symphony.

im the product of a nuclear test site
poison infused death sprite sick with the flu and some head lice
exumed at the Red Light,
and now im reacting to the fumes of this meth pipe
wooooooo what the heck, like, i'm a mutant on speed
it's blue when i pee and i'm deranged, amusingly free
ill kill a family then abusive the bereaved
or utilize a reef as a hula hoop and sing tootally-dee

The serpent strikes, I'm dancin' in the venom's endeavor
I'll slowly fade with time, the only thing the pendulum severs
Mendin' em, never...I'll learn from the scar's tissue
You wanna carry my weight? Then take this bar with you
It bears my soul, my heart, defectin from mainstream ideals
Change seems too real, cats don't feel the same bling I feel
Drastic neglegence? Or do I just fail to grasp your etiquette?
I expose my backside and reality masked it's head again
Casket beds and sin, lookin' at myself amongst 'aqua ripples'
'Reflect' on the dark figure lookin' back and "toss a nickle"
Distraught and mental, I "got paper"...just lost the pencil...

lol pendulum severs? im contorting n bulky
u r le faggot, mastering la forcing da multi
el quiero rhymebook, el faggoto?
you are bad potato!

What about that was forced? U

this dude straight?nah harsh is marked as lovin bones
so deep in the wardrobe, woke up in Narnia with sparkle tunnel syndrome




my wp tha best eva, im alexander he's no alexander

Buy this kid a book, I have no patience for the dumb
You sweet ,
N candy bars can't handle heat, that's why they vacant in the sun
Don't waltz in here, tyring to jump all on ya boy
This fags had more nuts in him than an Almond Joy
Crunch harsh?
fuck rap, hand me the sledge and get a hunched back
This is different to me, I normally spit at bitches via my nutsack....

Still, I'm wasted...trying to forget the children's faces
Dr. Death, offered less...I'm still trying to 'bill the patients'
Killed, but tasteless...hit with reality I take the blow in strides
Bombin nations, called to face it...murder and peace coincide
It's cold inside, but you come to see the pain religion deals
I know the martyrs, chosen 'barbers' to split your 'wig with filth'.....
the life we choose, fight? we lose, but there's still hope in chance
Shed light to our demise, the nation is runnin' with broken lamps...

phone booth truces are useless. red wine, blues refuted,
she wont give it unless we use a carbon neutral kama sutra,
like thats for cats hanging from the drama by an arm of bruises

Its crazy how feelings come and go
First you like em, then you dont
Expressing feelings, pennin' notes
As Senses hang by threads of rope.
The Message lost all chance of hope
And now i can get past and cope.
We do this dance surrounding fate
So now i cant sit back n wait.
man the gaurd & pass the stakes
Im done with ample kiddie games
Leave me be n shut me out
To search the sea's for a different route

unck unck unck

fuck u fuck u u all suck

im mac demarco, comma, comma,
compacted tonsils, ice cream. im tabla rosa, acting honcho
nice dream -radiohead. yes. crazy. blow. dead.
lololololllllll
fuck that.
duck, quack.

facts are fact. s'why i'm intoxicated by only fictions.
pose convictions. hypocri-d-minus if this talk ain't evaded.
places painted. imagination, it's all the same.
not compulsive. implicate clouds for rain
I love your insight. mentholated counting game

split don't use s'why
it's faggot bullshit for wiggers, that's why

lol I wasn't even aware that was legit slang tb100%h

but word once my Fubu and Ecko Utld clothes get out the dryer ima put on my Obey snapback drive to Fargo and murder u with my gat

i fucks wit it

edited for now

insomnia, aggression, attention span loss
dimensional scan, draw me- on the fence
drenched in droll bland hobbies,
common sense, I was born with it,
outgrew it to everyone's disappointment,
but I found truth it passionate voicings,
sadness in poisons and action too cloying

Eviscerations, mister abrasive
Smooth with saber moves yet ever evasive,
I'm a saber tooth with laser lube and leather bracings,
Call me gay I'll call your babe and get her naked,
Then dive into her whore chasm and make her orgasm till she floor spasms
THEN SMOKE A RILLO IN YA BED, DRILL AGAIN WITH TIT TASSELS
word I'm wearing em but when ya get back to ya castle and climb the stairssss
This king slips to the left and castles like this cat was neva thereeeeeeeee

Like a beast in a cage, I get unleashed I enrage, to all my enemies I engage
all the weak I enslave, my teeth inflicts pain in which I use to chew a piece of your brain
and that's after I invaded your hull then break your skull and slice it like a cantaloupe
cuz I'm hunting cowards a day so I can devour my prey just like a lion and his antelope

Maaaaan I'm the anti-pork, advancing more from mouth to fork than Capricorn and a thousand orcs. Two-step dancing in Cancer's court. Rude boy doob-step, carnivore, forceps and a noose tie, eatin' ya mind with tweezers before you can wheeze a lie, THAT'S the prefrontal cortex. See, it's the brunt of the vortex, crack ya skull against the porch steps, now who's famous? Anguish, the crowd ooh's. Intangible, the sound of booze- wrapping anvils in bubble wrap then ya wake up in rubble traps, courtesy of Barney R and Hubble's Lens Cap. Carpe ampersand- then snap.

:(

not deep. truisms, allusions to depth reflected.
ponzi MENSA muses willing death their recollections.

unck unck, ungh, tree trunk

im fast as lache seastrunk off the last batch we drunk
is that a fasting nun!? do not ask me, hun
UNGH. ill punch a rabbit.
for lunch ill have it.
yummy knuckle rabbit sandwich delicious overload expulsion of fecal venison with shit pant residue
wut dis kid cannit do!? mid dance vegetable. here bish, take this mid dance vegetable
unck, wut dis kid cannit do!?
big Dan pedestal. u aint on dat big Dan pedestal. you got that shit pant residue
unck