Random Blurbs Of Shit I Started Writing But Was Too Lazy To Complete For All Your Little Satisfactions BlahfuckinBlah You Can Fuck Yourself With!

[Wise Wiggles]

Why so picky? 6 million? miney moe ways to die..
The fun is for both..Infatuated, our love is just gross
Real life flesh. Feels like death as a gust of it blows,
And caresses your neck like the cusp of a rose
Is the outfit old, or are you the dust in your clothes?

Already felt this before, so the passion's a clone
Back-handed growth. Time's stagnant & stoned
Waiting for love's bleeding ocean to crash in the home
Monologue of memories. Was I acting alone?
Just a product of Gossip? An elaborate hoax?
Now'adays chicks are as orange & plastic as cones
Keeping up with the funk, this coagulative Jones
Stops weeds from sprouting in the cracks of my bones

Cry. Capture cores. Lie. Laughter. More.
Mind. Matter. Doors. Sky shatters shores
Life after war? Nights after yours. Lovers/soldiers
Do cradles foreshadow graves? Do tombstones hover over?
Hello bender! Tell the tender to Red Rover me
I wanna really feel all that death cobra's leak
The point of all these drunken tales sketched soberly?
No toys allowed. Only islands where we forget broken dreams
Cuz here, cannibals eat their hearts out at the chest openings
Can't write you away. Is that how regrets supposed to be?
Best I ever had?! That's even a stretch'fa yoga peeps
It's when you notice idle hands, man tends'ta over think
It's cool right? when all your friends are drunk & in bloom
But waking up like: fuck! The light! Is the sun in my room?
Old folks? Can't help to think I'll be one of 'em soon
I mean, it might seem far now.. But all'a sudden it's zooooom
Or nuke clouds blanket huge towns. Find comfort in doom?
That night when you NEED to see, so stubborn's the moon
Watch that fucker go boom as God tidies up with a broom
Heard that love's a cocoon.. like it changes outlooks on shit
But is it a strong enough bond if your house took a hit?
I spit loud. Dog ears, that stuff that sound couldn't pitch

Face rash, wind burn- beware of the chill
Mesmerized by stars, we stare at the filth
Get comfortable, pull up a chair if you will
Jar head, scars left w/tongue's paired in the dill
Welcome to the land of the free- America kills
That's us, tag up- turning bears into quilts
Rhymes that bleed, dying breed- that terrible ill
This the cut, get it off for the pound shredders
ok ok ok ok O, I make it rain- this sound weather
Want shine? I'll give my pen up right about.. never
I've seen blind that know their way around better
When the ground Tremors, hit up the mountain
We're all young at heart? This disrupts the fountain
Wooooo. On fire but don't know wtf I'm doused in
Hammer time, duh nuh nuh nuh- Can't touch the clown grin
Aging lab rats, breaking our backs'ta never see 100,000

This musical's delusional, invented madness a'drift
Under'the weather? Pen stays up in medicine cabinets, sick.
Skeletons ravage the script, can never shoe 'em away
On some saving something for later? Better use it today
End's close, pen's dope. You fiends try injecting the ink
This salt-water, ship-wrecked'fa weeks. I am tempted to drink
Saddened clown, casted out.. This is mutiny's charm
My moon, sea & stars. I guess one taste won't do any harm?
Crew's dead. Solitary's a guillotine, trying not'ta lose head
I'm goosed, yet I'm used'ta hiding inside these blue depths

[PancakeBrah]

Pretty good.

[dead man]

It's cool right? when all your friends are drunk & in bloom
But waking up like: fuck! The light! Is the sun in my room?
Old folks? Can't help to think I'll be one of 'em soon
I mean, it might seem far now.. But all'a sudden it's zooooom

ugh

[zygote]

Best part was that elaborate hoax and plastic as cones part. Enjoy the mix of culture critique and cynical introspection. Always good to read it.

[Split]

this whole thread has brought me back to NCs 1.0

imm going to to sob into so,e chicken nuggets


That Ase Rock quote is killer

[YDK]

This was deep bruh I miss seeing you actually write about real shit an not his bragging type ish, flow an multies were dope but the content was some real shit. Keep it up man I wanna Dee more of this from ya

[BWHAHA]

hmmm.. whys...this was particularly well written...but it seems you were doing a bit of....well...i wont say..but you know. !

[dull boy]

Excellent.

[oats]

Gonna echo YDK when I say it's always refreshing to see you attack real emotions. Drop more.

[CopyPat]

so glad i read this. these were really good man. i liked almost everything. ur flow on these was so natural. nothing was forced to make a rhyme, you just said what u wanted to say but it still rhymed super smooth. impressive. content was interesting as well, and littered with good wordplay. also some pretty good scheming happening here and there too. overall these were dope verses to go fuck myself with! lol


first 2 werent anything special. 3rd was NICE. could eaaaaasily be posted on its own and get tons a props, had lots of personality, very original word choice.

I wanna really feel all that death cobra's leak
The point of all these drunken tales sketched soberly?
No toys allowed. Only islands where we forget broken dreams
Cuz here, cannibals eat their hearts out at the chest openings
Can't write you away. Is that how regrets supposed to be?
Best I ever had?! That's even a stretch'fa yoga peeps

^wow

It's cool right? when all your friends are drunk & in bloom
But waking up like: fuck! The light! Is the sun in my room?
Old folks? Can't help to think I'll be one of 'em soon
I mean, it might seem far now.. But all'a sudden it's zooooom
Or nuke clouds blanket huge towns. Find comfort in doom?
That night when you NEED to see, so stubborn's the moon
Watch that fucker go boom as God tidies up with a broom

yup. dope too

4th one was so-so

5th one was awesome

This musical's delusional, invented madness a'drift
Under'the weather? Pen stays up in medicine cabinets, sick.
Skeletons ravage the script, can never shoe 'em away
On some saving something for later? Better use it today
End's close, pen's dope. You fiends try injecting the ink

haha sick wordplays about how dope and sick ur pen is. haha seriously awesome
Great post

[Certain]

Given the disconnected feel of the piece as a whole and the subject line describing this as "random blurbs of shit I started writing but was too lazy to complete," I'll give this a stanza-by-stanza breakdown.

Stanza 1: I didn't like the opening line. Really, the first four lines were weak. Then the last one was such a great concept that I wish it had been used in a stronger, more fulfilled.

Stanza 2: This was my favorite part of the whole thing. The "orange & plastic as cones" line was really terrific, and though there's still some disconnect between the lines in this stanza, it felt more complete and less cliche. Also, the rhymes were particularly strong here.

Stanza 3: I liked the first half of this. Then you sort of began riding the rhymes to the point where it just seemed lazy. The couplet starting with "Old folks?" reminded me a little too much of that Insane Clown Posse song about science. The witty lines were the best, but the content maybe was a bit too deep and real to simply be glossed over in favor of rhymes. If you're going to flex, do it about something meaningless.

Stanza 4: This seemed more playful. I liked the bouncing around more here because it felt more organic and less laconic. The last line was my favorite, and I think it sort of summarized the frustration of the verse while coming right off the humor of the previous one.

Stanza 5: I think this is the one that I would have liked to have seen a longer version of the most. You had a cool twist on the ocean-liquor thing, and it seemed like this stanza was gaining momentum right at the point where it ended. It was nice to see you extend a metaphor beyond one or two lines, and that's probably the direction I would like to see you go next.

[Zombie]

disciplined enough.

[God Of War]

The point of all these drunken tales sketched soberly?
No toys allowed. Only islands where we forget broken dreams
Cuz here, cannibals eat their hearts out at the chest openings
Can't write you away. Is that how regrets supposed to be?
Best I ever had?! That's even a stretch'fa yoga peeps
It's when you notice idle hands, man tends'ta over think
It's cool right? when all your friends are drunk & in bloom
But waking up like: fuck! The light! Is the sun in my room?
Old folks? Can't help to think I'll be one of 'em soon
I mean, it might seem far now.. But all'a sudden it's zooooom


that was fucking a dope art and deep man, your flow was on point your content is nasty. glad to see you writing. the part i quoted was insane the rest was dope but the part i quoted was g as fuck