Vomit. Blue dream.
 

Pickin' you up in a pick up truck
With the slightest eye I hide despise & hope that we can fuck.
You get in I'm panickin'. Reaching for Xanax again
Please don't tell a friend. Ill get upset again.
Trying hard to concentrate on your pretty face
No wonder I didn't see you reaching for the mace.
Such disgrace. I really wanted to take you to my place
Now my goal in life is to hear your body thud into a hole tonight
I grip n hold a knife after I gain control to slice
Roll the dice if you can't play your card n fold em right
I told a dyke I'm cold as ice formula one forty is what I pour in sprite
But who knew this whore can fight retract the knife stab again & bore in twice
torn from Christ turning my back I'm mortified
Leaving no trace or video of my face for the porks to find
I'm doing fine

Cool man, we all were very worried about you.

I told a dyke I'm cold as ice formula one forty is what I pour in sprite

mix it with alka seltzer and formula 40 40

that classic eminem shit.

this was dark and loony and you should write more of it. never change, kid

thank you

This did have an Eminem or a horrorcore vibe. I thought it was an interesting read. There were times when your lines didn't transition that smoothly but once you got back into the groove of the Rhyme it jailed. I wish it were longer and I think this type of topic suits you well.

Stay up.

idk.

ok?

I told a dyke I'm cold as ice formula one forty is what I pour in sprite

that was your best line. everything else was kind of blah. but keep writing! in time your kwazee thoughts will come with super dope multi's and you'll be king.

Thanks for the read!