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Witty · 08-23-2014, 10:39 PM

These rhymes are crazy bitch, no alias, just lazy wit, but the sharpest, like a razor slit your face and it got cut open, blood soakin' and now you're tasting it, I hope there's aids in it. Slow the pace a bit, I smoked a lot of weed tonight and realized all I do is joke a lot, I need to write, I'm supposed to jot until my flesh grows cold and rots. Experiences are the seeds that sow the thoughts which produce the rhymes, and if you're reading it, these ingredients become your food to dine. If you try to look through the lines, all you're sure to find is a fool behind, this weed done gave me them droopy eyes, but it's those who inhabit the gloom inside society's maze that are the truly blind. What good is all the money and every porsche you can buy, your very own private jet that soars in the sky, if there's nobody there to mourn your corpse when you die? But that's just my views, you don't have to agree...actually yes you do, or get strapped to a tree, stabbed with a piece of glass from when I got mad and went beast, smashed your car window and grabbed your ass from the seat. And when the cops that pass on the beat find your body stashed in the back of a Jeep after 3 hours of being fucked in the ass crack on repeat, they'll see I left you alive just for the flashbacks and the grief. Just joking, I'm buzzed...smoking, my lungs hoping I quit, but fuck my lungs cuz my lungs phoney as shit, they be swelling like "What's up you punk, told you we're sick"...shut the fuck up or grab a hold of this dick, I'm rolling a spliff, you can swell all you want I'm gonna smoke til I drift into the stars, just floatin', then slip into the oceans, learn the secret of eternal life, grab the potion and sip, now I'm stranded by the coast as a ship is passing by, the mast is high, so picturesque on the silent still sea...I have to cry. wtf this is a cypher, I've already wrote too much, smoked too much, and sorry if these rhymes show dude's rust, unfortunately these days cyphering is something I don't do much.

I'll try to do more.

08-23-2014, 10:39 PM	#1029
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	These rhymes are crazy bitch, no alias, just lazy wit, but the sharpest, like a razor slit your face and it got cut open, blood soakin' and now you're tasting it, I hope there's aids in it. Slow the pace a bit, I smoked a lot of weed tonight and realized all I do is joke a lot, I need to write, I'm supposed to jot until my flesh grows cold and rots. Experiences are the seeds that sow the thoughts which produce the rhymes, and if you're reading it, these ingredients become your food to dine. If you try to look through the lines, all you're sure to find is a fool behind, this weed done gave me them droopy eyes, but it's those who inhabit the gloom inside society's maze that are the truly blind. What good is all the money and every porsche you can buy, your very own private jet that soars in the sky, if there's nobody there to mourn your corpse when you die? But that's just my views, you don't have to agree...actually yes you do, or get strapped to a tree, stabbed with a piece of glass from when I got mad and went beast, smashed your car window and grabbed your ass from the seat. And when the cops that pass on the beat find your body stashed in the back of a Jeep after 3 hours of being fucked in the ass crack on repeat, they'll see I left you alive just for the flashbacks and the grief. Just joking, I'm buzzed...smoking, my lungs hoping I quit, but fuck my lungs cuz my lungs phoney as shit, they be swelling like "What's up you punk, told you we're sick"...shut the fuck up or grab a hold of this dick, I'm rolling a spliff, you can swell all you want I'm gonna smoke til I drift into the stars, just floatin', then slip into the oceans, learn the secret of eternal life, grab the potion and sip, now I'm stranded by the coast as a ship is passing by, the mast is high, so picturesque on the silent still sea...I have to cry. wtf this is a cypher, I've already wrote too much, smoked too much, and sorry if these rhymes show dude's rust, unfortunately these days cyphering is something I don't do much. I'll try to do more. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.