Geno
she's sweet, she's eyefood, she's the reason im postal
screaming my vocals, when she gets me heated -im goku
vegeta, i glow blue, and then become a prince in the booth
im on the barstool climbing tables, my footprints in ur soup
fuck it..
when i black out in pain my tempers insane
love letters, charades, her head games better than bait
set in her ways, dumb as shit thinking she wasnt
at the bar again, one beer into drinking a dozen
the alcohol sinks in my stomache, face is flushed
i never knew a love like this, or a waste of one
my tazer gun set to maximum voltage
depression sets in right after your hopeless
focussed on the bartender, shaking her boobs
she only gives me her attention when i pay her for booze
another plate of the truth, and i aint come here to eat
in the back of my head, i just need somewhere to sleep
before this cup burries me, trying to drink to the death
vomit in the bathroom, fucking sinks in my head
stinks in my breath to the point im annoyed
from my poisonous choice, the poison is moist
a brick wall by mysef, im just poise in the void
a toy
pissed off at these 6o watt bulbs in my room
headache is huge, cant move, roommates amused
rude, one more wise crack and imma jive snap
too late for a i told you so's, thats genocides wrath
asprin tabs all i really need to solve it
and a tall glass of water they can each dissolve in
completely nautious, dry heaving, hock, spit
rings under my eyes seem completely gothic
cant call outta work, i dont need the conflict
but sweet dreams are conscious, wide awake
maybe ill clock in and find a place to hideaway
not today, boss crawling up my ass like a fetish
dont wanna fuckem up to bad, but im tempted
the tension i carry from home's on my sleeves
the look on my face saying dont talk to me
so co-workers awkwardly give me the eye
im like, go ahead and cross that invisible line
to my physical side, where you shouldnt approach
two fists balled up, youll be lookin at both
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text illuminati
As you all know there has been talk alot lately since the GOW and AERO battle fiasco about the textilluminati, Most would consider this a myth much like the real illuminati but we at ncnn have went deep undercover to prove once and for all whether there is or is not in fact a textilluminati. Our first piece of evidence is an old photograph we found of a supposed original member only known as nika.
as you can clearly see he has the symbol hidden in a picture frame in a background , we caught up with the illusive nika outside of a footlocker beside a tent unfolding a sleeping bag where he said he was waiting on a pair of jordans to be released in 2016 where all he would tell us was "im retired, whens my verse due next week" and then he disappeared into his tent when a car drove by with the stereo playing "i believe I can fly". With that being a dead end we turned our focus on another notorious textilluminati member, partner in crime to the "nika" this guy goes by the name "bags" here is our first point of evidence.
As you can see we have the pyramid on the pizza cutter. Most people would say "well ncnn what does that matter" and our reply is "what the fuck is there a triangle on a pizza cutter for split eight" anyways, we attempted to interview the elusive bags but as we walked upon his porch his door was nudged open so we was going to walk in for a look until we realised it was not really his house but the girl he had staying with him the night before. upon speaking with her we found that bags was indeed on a quest for a weight scale to have her hold his dog and "weigh it" while she stepped on the scale. so we was at yet another dead end. the next 43 seconds was excruciatinly painful and full of dread from not finding our star witness or breaking evidence until we realised we had one more chance.
as we made our way up the backroads we started seeing clorox bottles laying everywhere until we reached the yard and walked past empty muffin pans and litter boxes until we reached the door and found this taped to the front
after that we knew we was in the right place but at the wrong time judging by the tiremarks from a pimped out grocery store cart we have just missed our oppertunity.
Hopefully one day we can bring you the truth behind the textilluminati but until that day always remember. there is signs everywhere. on behalf of NCnn This is reporter mc exposay saying goodnight.
So that is it, thats the mag, the great and powerful, Or just the mag rofl anyways thank you for everyone for participating, its a good read so read it all, hope everyone enjoyed lets make this shit pop everyone.