THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Natural]

I'm setting an early appointment with the conjoined twins
Mmm baby let those perfect loins in, rub in the ointment
Pop off the cap, grab the glass of slow gin and gulp it
Rub the lotion on both tits and let's practice our aerobics
One, two, three, stroke the whole Dick, notice the growth
One twin repulsed the other letting her hip hop to poles
Bitch take off your clothes, pose, put on a hell of a show

[Wise Wiggles]

I clicked heels and picked toto out the photo booth
Corset grave, I uhh, I adore the raves- absorbing waves
Morph to paint? Mortal saint. What's her porno name?
I'm more so sane as I always almost never am
Kick this cunt's stomach 4 we get close to Bethlehem

[Wise Wiggles]

I clicked heels and picked toto out the photo booth
Corset grave, I uhh, I adore the raves- absorbing waves
Morph to paint? Mortal saint. What's her porno name?
I'm more so sane as I always almost never am
Kick this cunt's stomach 4 we get close to Bethlehem

[Split]

I'm metaprose. The hover-over-keyboards type.
Get it bro? I know you get it, bro. Crack a smile.
A cracka knows when he gets it right. Teeth so white,
Brush between and make that Dial indiglo. Files load.
Containment breach from Initech to Intertrode.
Get an internship, step your res up, get hired BRO.
Made for meter. Meager rhymes. Sleep or flight,
decision time. Get your sneakers wet,
get on your grind til u hear the cartilage creaks,
spark in the heat, I'm not an engineer yet, b,
but I can freak a desk til its trapped under sheets

[Eŋg]

...

[Mr. J]

Therapys fine. seeing what these rarities find
borderline schizophrenic. they had to bury me twice
Aquemini charity line. southern hospitality
hostile tragedy. in honor of the apostles after me
double cross me at the intersection with Christ
intermingling with a new professional life

[Wise Wiggles]

Cunt lickin' good. Where the fuck to dump witness? Woods
Lung-twisted soot. Does one know where the sun isn't put?
It hung. Dripping. Look. The beauty in death.
You know how they build up the movie. In steps.
The rise. Her eye's grow a fungus tree
Slow & comforting. The glow of a summer breeze
Rummaging clones of under streets; add a dose of coloring
Just another soul for smothering..

[Natural]

When Why's ways pries strength from inside a cage.
Those muggin at him sideways will get denied a grave
You get dumped on the highway and fly away without a say
While he drives off and enjoys his friday out on the lake

[e11even]

the poetic inticed, but never been nice.
why sharpen steel, better to slice.
baretta n' knife fare better than Ike.
pair a paree n strike n get buried off-ferry tonight
a porshe carrera lost the merriest life.
rest in poem, paul, for the good die,
but the skeleton's give your misery life.

[Natural]

I was born from a chemical splice
Mixed with acid, chloroform, and evilness twice
I was fed lethal amounts of ether as a baby
Beat in the head with speakers while they played me
Explicit snippets of slim shady so id absorb it

[Natural]

Its the fuckin hunger games in thunder, rain, or calmness to be
We run the game with unrestrained dominant steeze
H.G. will abolish the weak with flawlessly methodical free's
We'll demolish the strong with our most polished lawless emcees
So off of the chain we could have been in django's release
We're throwin flames at a thousand degrees & its melting ya brain
Got the mod's investigating multiple homicide, sweet!
But all they gonna find is the body's of mutilated beef

[Just Write]

So here i am again. Blank pad and a pen, deciding whether to write about something sad, or try blending the mix. Or would it be better to clevery create a plot in the middle? I could make the main character get shot and hobble a little, maybe make him walk with a cane that has a knot in the middle. It's important to be decriptive, imagery's key! But sometimes im too picky, too finicky when i key. Woe is me, i guess i just think about it hopelessly til it takes over me... sorry, i get a little over emotional when trying to envoke you to read.. something beautiful. Ive been told It's crucial to say something useful when you write, not the usual hype. That Make it "hit the audience" type til they feel a rush like peruvian white. so for who do you write, Yourself? Or to appease the crowd? The same faggots in the disc. Board trying to keep you down? I used to write to let my demons out, but that's all i see when im sleeping now. So i write to stay awake. It's gives me a sense of accomplishment, like ive finalized mistakes. it's a more peaceful route, keepin me calm n shit. you ever feel that way? Fuck it, 29 now.. let the dirty years begin. Ima write a bucket list worse than these last 30 years of sin... like Fuckin a model bitch named rhonda while tokin on a spliff, sippin a fifth of vodka in a broke down honda off route 66. Might pop in a disc of mickey avalons greatest hits and play that song jane fonda, then drive off of a cliff.. long live the abyss.

[Concrete]

whatever I say
You are forever gay

[dead man]

whatever you said it doesn't matter for shit…..faggoty bitch

[Wise Wiggles]

Raggedy stitch smile crawls along walls
Actually it's wild. Vanity-kiss bile
Sellin' stolen sanity w/style
No bodies on it. Coke, Molly, oranges
Don't peel, just bite & suck juices
Flash in a pan. Sup? Deuces
What's stupid? Not an ounce of person
Swallow ring & wash down w/bourbon
Rain's iffy but the clouds are certain
Stay w/me, slut. Lol ur flounder's squirtin'

[Eŋg]

i'm eating pestle/mortar pills
and feeling extra-sort-of-still,
i mean an extro-vaunted chill,
i made that up but i'm made of stuff
that nature loves so the crisis' a-verted.
quiet & nervous with eyes on the nerdish
wife i would service. to be?
unsure, i'm quizzing my conscience,
malleable, the vision just can't set.
i think she must be smart, yes.
sitting, supple, cross-legged
in an awkward way,
sifting through Aurora Leigh, frowning.
i ought to say something. about Browning?
like, dapple-dawn-drawn to her pouting.
but that was Hopkins? yea. nvm, that was not him.

[Wise Wiggles]

It's just a bunch'a Gotham- bat signal iris
Scat nympho digest. Inside, yes the guts is rotten
Tucked & forgotten, joker card in the hat
Two faced faggots smoke cigars in the vat
That's looking novice. Black sooty harvest
HELL HERE. MOTHERFUCKER ITS CAT WOMAN, HOT BITCH
I Michelle Pfifed that cunt 20 stories down
& Jennifer Lawry's like hunger boars me wow
Thunder cording. Mother boarding towns
Beam of light, lift off, it's uh clean ya eyes dick sauce

[CopyPat]

peel ya right nip off with legal size jigsaws
me and wise spit raw from deep inside, its dark
creep and find dead bod's stashed in the basement
its evil i said, gosh, that isn't stated???
laugh in amazement at the piddly rap fuckers
rap entertainment is just wiggedy wack, sucka
im sippin a glass but the feeling is lackluster
gin didn't last, musta given a crap....musta

[CopyPat]

I’m badder than pancake, I'm batter, you pancake. The slammer for grand base, the batter who can’t wait. I’m slammin your fan base, you salmons get pan baked. Enamored in bad ways with gallons of can’s kegs and scantily clad babes who dance in the ad space. I’m hammered and smashed wasted, balance is wack..face it. Matter of fact taking hours to stand bracing now with my hand facing towels case I can’t make it to the can in the damn basement. Damn I’m the man, basic math understand faggots? Dan is the last savoir, the man with the knack, playa. The canibus crack hater who can lift a stack major. A pound is a dap, but dan isn't that, a pound is infact weight bruh, ask him his stats way up. The wackest since rapflava and vulgar was a biter there. You vag's get smashed straight up, Vulva's i'm your night-a-mare

[Wise Wiggles]

Dyke affair. Cigarette breath, slave to the price of air
Light a flare then sit on it routinely
Fist college dudes, screaming. Have this twist olive nude-tini
Your bitch want the zucchini. Piss on her huge weenie
Clit's haunted. Boo! See me? Dishonorable boob squeezing
Give Prada to Luigi. Mario's jelly
I actually stole it. And he's like "sorry bro, telling"
Fucking faggot ass snitch