THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

Mr. J · 08-12-2016, 08:38 PM

Another boring attempt that leaves them winded
I laugh at these instances..
look how unlucky you are in the pilgrimage
eyes of a cynic brazen by Gods image...
the forgotten apprentice lacking the vocab
lyrical ho bags, my lines askin wheres your nose at?
78 throwback with the soles to match.
habaneros that pop out of an explosive ass...
all this blah blah got me bored out my rocker.
theres no competition just writers recycled proper...
psychosis of a primadonna in a league of horror.
if I knew any better Id be on a jet ski tomorrow
skating on thin ice holding a Wayne Gretzky bottle
the frigid air has got my soul Tanya Harding
double the name drop & heighten the lyrics
you could almost feel the cold shoulder in their lifeless appearance.
writers have been praying for beats & a skype account
but cant close a battle this is the AWOL we write about...
the constant failure to apply the rules..
until the end of the season when its all eyes on you.
the two faced praise & smiles when they lie to you.
I get it, the whole thing seems to excite me too.
these braindead birdbrains with their bird chests
what did they think this is? probably something about nerves stressed
surrounded by lovers who hurt writing in nerd text
auburn allegory exposing my tenders & my castle.
the walls you put up should be protecting your asshole...
dudes is fucked searching for inspiration on a daily basis
I could go 10 for 10 if I was bored enough to play with.
my lyrical erection is outrageous it stretches from her to Jupiter
your chances are slim so it makes sense to introduce proof to her...
her...him....& the people sitting at the desk brah
flag wrapping the handle of glock, get the allegiance in your chest...
bra...

08-12-2016, 08:38 PM	#11
Mr. J The Clown Prince Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 5,046 Battle Record: 35-45 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 59349682	Another boring attempt that leaves them winded I laugh at these instances.. look how unlucky you are in the pilgrimage eyes of a cynic brazen by Gods image... the forgotten apprentice lacking the vocab lyrical ho bags, my lines askin wheres your nose at? 78 throwback with the soles to match. habaneros that pop out of an explosive ass... all this blah blah got me bored out my rocker. theres no competition just writers recycled proper... psychosis of a primadonna in a league of horror. if I knew any better Id be on a jet ski tomorrow skating on thin ice holding a Wayne Gretzky bottle the frigid air has got my soul Tanya Harding double the name drop & heighten the lyrics you could almost feel the cold shoulder in their lifeless appearance. writers have been praying for beats & a skype account but cant close a battle this is the AWOL we write about... the constant failure to apply the rules.. until the end of the season when its all eyes on you. the two faced praise & smiles when they lie to you. I get it, the whole thing seems to excite me too. these braindead birdbrains with their bird chests what did they think this is? probably something about nerves stressed surrounded by lovers who hurt writing in nerd text auburn allegory exposing my tenders & my castle. the walls you put up should be protecting your asshole... dudes is fucked searching for inspiration on a daily basis I could go 10 for 10 if I was bored enough to play with. my lyrical erection is outrageous it stretches from her to Jupiter your chances are slim so it makes sense to introduce proof to her... her...him....& the people sitting at the desk brah flag wrapping the handle of glock, get the allegiance in your chest... bra... __________________ .....laugh....and the world laughs with you