Pick Your Poison ft. nO gOoD! and Genocide

Mike Wrecka · 09-12-2013, 10:16 PM

nO gOoD!..
Im a monster, a beast, a breathin demon..
Exhaling smoke from my lungs when i breathe the weed in..
A feigning heathen.. who mastered a craft so accurate..
Stayin true when y'all acted like i lacked the knack for it..
So im back to rap a bit, but im lazy today
Dont judge me for my habits when im blazin a J
I try to write consistant, but my mind is a cloud..
So hope you didnt miss it, when i rhymed it out loud
I try to stay perisitant, and I'll fake it at best
But my progression is a lesson, and i take it in jest..
The weight on my chest gets lighter, exhaling smoke from my nose..
I could go on and on wandering all the roads that ive chose
But I'll drown my sorrows, jack n coke with a dose of lemon twist
Id write a rhyme, but rather crack a joke, smoke and reminisce
So this is it for me, I'll wear my heart on my sleeve,
Cause everytime I grab the pen, I swear ive started to breathe..

Genocide..
..while I just talk in my sleep, toss in my sheets, nautiously weak
I was often serene, until prescription pills kept haunting my dreams
Now I'm just an author that fiends, i need feed and acceptance
My self esteem is in question, this demons to free to contend with
You readers are the key to redemption, s'why I bring life to words
Perc's to notepads, til my nose has enough in it to write superb
My nervous system pays the price in turn, just to give you flows
I wouldn't blame it on u fagots, but ur part of my symptoms tho
To make sure everythings written dope, its fucked up how it is
and when you don't rtf, its like you don't give one ounce of a shit
None of you are in my house when I'm sick, and can't find a cure
When gens not around s'cause I'm outside tryina find some more
Killing myself -ur entertainments what I'm dying for, dumb as a fuck
I dont write for me -its for u if u really wanna start summing it up
Scraping together my last couple of bucks just to write these lines
And when I'm done, ill sniff a couple more and be twice as high

Mike...
and im a fight this guy,even though i dont know who he is,
cause im drunk, tryin to escape the weight of raising these kids,
attempting to box everyone , like im making a grid,
my life was on cruise control, hit the brakes as I skid,
bout to drown, dont look down, im embracing this bridge,
wondering exactly how much more of this I can take and still live,
ya as soon as I open up this bottle its through,
cause im downing more spirits than the ghostbusters do,
people see me at the bar and they cant believe it,
i just wont stop taking shots.......... alex rodriguez,
but it fuels my fire, while dulling my senses,
and helps me write , without being apprehensive,
you dudes cant feel my pain, but its my intention,
to magnify and mirror all your imperfections ,
so im a keep drinking this beer, while making it clear,
knocking people off their pedestal, is the only reason im here

09-12-2013, 10:16 PM	#1
Mike Wrecka WOW Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,591 Battle Record: 29-25 Champed - Writing Challenge League I Rep Power: 82779338	Pick Your Poison ft. nO gOoD! and Genocide nO gOoD!.. Im a monster, a beast, a breathin demon.. Exhaling smoke from my lungs when i breathe the weed in.. A feigning heathen.. who mastered a craft so accurate.. Stayin true when y'all acted like i lacked the knack for it.. So im back to rap a bit, but im lazy today Dont judge me for my habits when im blazin a J I try to write consistant, but my mind is a cloud.. So hope you didnt miss it, when i rhymed it out loud I try to stay perisitant, and I'll fake it at best But my progression is a lesson, and i take it in jest.. The weight on my chest gets lighter, exhaling smoke from my nose.. I could go on and on wandering all the roads that ive chose But I'll drown my sorrows, jack n coke with a dose of lemon twist Id write a rhyme, but rather crack a joke, smoke and reminisce So this is it for me, I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, Cause everytime I grab the pen, I swear ive started to breathe.. Genocide.. ..while I just talk in my sleep, toss in my sheets, nautiously weak I was often serene, until prescription pills kept haunting my dreams Now I'm just an author that fiends, i need feed and acceptance My self esteem is in question, this demons to free to contend with You readers are the key to redemption, s'why I bring life to words Perc's to notepads, til my nose has enough in it to write superb My nervous system pays the price in turn, just to give you flows I wouldn't blame it on u fagots, but ur part of my symptoms tho To make sure everythings written dope, its fucked up how it is and when you don't rtf, its like you don't give one ounce of a shit None of you are in my house when I'm sick, and can't find a cure When gens not around s'cause I'm outside tryina find some more Killing myself -ur entertainments what I'm dying for, dumb as a fuck I dont write for me -its for u if u really wanna start summing it up Scraping together my last couple of bucks just to write these lines And when I'm done, ill sniff a couple more and be twice as high Mike... and im a fight this guy,even though i dont know who he is, cause im drunk, tryin to escape the weight of raising these kids, attempting to box everyone , like im making a grid, my life was on cruise control, hit the brakes as I skid, bout to drown, dont look down, im embracing this bridge, wondering exactly how much more of this I can take and still live, ya as soon as I open up this bottle its through, cause im downing more spirits than the ghostbusters do, people see me at the bar and they cant believe it, i just wont stop taking shots.......... alex rodriguez, but it fuels my fire, while dulling my senses, and helps me write , without being apprehensive, you dudes cant feel my pain, but its my intention, to magnify and mirror all your imperfections , so im a keep drinking this beer, while making it clear, knocking people off their pedestal, is the only reason im here __________________ A.bove T.he R.est Last edited by Mike Wrecka; 09-12-2013 at 10:21 PM.