07-23-2013, 02:54 AM | #21 |
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I’ve heard people call u an alias, its funny the things they dream up
I can understand maskin u suck, but at least ur doing that while treating emphysema N ur girl swallows these nuts, deep throats and fucks like a banshee Only time shes on cym-bals is playing that instrument after me n the whole band beat Im the one real NCG, check my canteen and commissary account My lawyer may argue cym-antics, while I just stuck around in order to carry him out Lets be real, u don’t have the heart or the brain to b competition Being sym-pathetic is more than a neurological condition, considerin its how u cop ur bitches I bet u read their biography with hopes Knuck kept me locked in jail Because Cymbicort’s only a half-life to mine, regardless of that packet insert or clockin sales |
08-01-2013, 02:34 AM | #22 |
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Pourin Mimosa's (P.M. exercises)
Poured Mimosas (for writers challenge league)
Person Missing found, Post Marked to those with impeccable taste Professional Master and gourmet body’s been recovered after several days Last seen in his kitchen, thinkin deep over Preppin Marinades Ploppin Measurements of spices, leaves, and Powder Mixed together for their taste He was a Plate-Making cook, his life’s ingredients were known Pickled Mangos and Pealed Macadamias, and with a flamed wish would get going He was good with a spatula, knew the steak weights and temps His Posture Mimicked expert, with his back starched straight and tense Placed Marbled filets on-top of coals in his favorite woodfire grill At the same Precise Moment smoke turned to a flame n grew alive in the keel Always knew the cut to choose, or Prime Meat slabs for ordeals But if he wanted too, he could cook up some Pork Meal that would taste like veal A culinary Prided Man like him was of Profound Mention Could Benny Janna ten katanas, while cutting puffer-fish and ground PepperMint He Planned Menu’s each morning through inside deliveries Paid a Minimum wage out, while eating himself empty in Priceless Misery. Being Partly Morbidly obese, arteriosclerotic with Plaque Metastasis The doc placed him on Prescriptions, Mainly written as Blood Pressure med’s and hepatics He never washed his grill, and claimed its experience was gold Procured Mutton from New Zealand, and Poached Mixed greens over sole He engorged on his creations, his gluttony Provided Motivation Crusted Parmesan Meatball Primavera, Manicotti submerged in arrays of Pino/Malbec flavors He never ate out of the apartment where he Personally Manufactured garnish Peppered Maroon his Pollack, Married it in with some homemade Picante Margarine He had choked out while scarfin, to a Partial Myocardial infarction Linguine on his tongue blocked his Parietal-Mandibular lines of crossing Pumped Madly on his chest and drank down a prime Pub Marzden the Police Md says his stomach contents were fresh from the garden They Found’m dead on the carpet; Pronounced Master chef, cause of death - gastric distress |
08-01-2013, 02:36 AM | #23 |
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Mennonites
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He was devout, a sacred believer in the renewal of faith A separatist and seer; bearded with an un-groomed face pious and penitent, he rebuked conforming to norms Carried in horse drawn chariots, with genuflect in his arms He’d been baptized after birth through crimes of the church felt this practice was reserved for adult minds to discern Drowned down by dogma, bogged out by his beliefs The church refused to recognize him, or his theology He walked the higher path, and wouldn’t wash his feet Excommunicated the weak spirited through divine decree Moved misers with wise words, and treaded their tithes spoke of divinity being where humility and the trinity coincide He dressed plainly, replaced all of his button with hooks To him the bible was inerrant, and much more than a book A fastidious Anabaptist, his way of living was asceticism Stood up to the clergy with a dictum to create schisms On a pilgrimage for purity with his puritanical beliefs Planned a siege vs the secular through biblical authority he weaponized the Canon through the Commandments Disbanded from all his earthly burdens like a Jainist Moved into exile, and grew wheat to fight the famine To this day his followers still live the same way Amman did |
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Burning Desire
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I feel her heat as it radiates from my face, and sweat drips off my brow This old flame still remains, which always incinerates everything that it's around My heart palpates as her whispering lips become alive in the flickers n whisps Her lingering scent intoxicates me; my muscles cringe when the flint hits the wick Her love for me’s been slowly growing; her fever haunts my sights n brain This fire inside’s been personified, affixing eyes whenever she lights the way Her presence and heat brings pleasure to me as our momentum builds The ceilings above crack as we reach climax and the smokescreen becomes real She moves hypnotically, burning my desires to ash that last merely an instant The walls scream from her intimate being, as they witness my steaming mistress She’s amazing in her naked state, and absolutely glowing when observed Dressed in red to blue depending on mood, or how deeply she intends to burn Her former suitors are scarred by wounds from whom they are beauty marks Each holds’ his latent spark awaiting a charge to defribulate or break they hearts Her essence is magnificence with attitude more flammable than heated passion With an embrace that singes skin, but it doesn’t hold a candle to her breeding actions Our relationship is toxic, and destructive; when we fight she acts a brutal whore Spreading her legs making men beg, she erupts with all hells fury of women scorn Once the smoke clears and the sirens grow near, we both slowly return to one Leavin only ashes and burns that detectives match into words for our consuming love |
08-07-2013, 01:49 AM | #25 |
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Heads Up
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Joe had his heart set on being rich, to the point where he would kill for the glitz Grew sick of his 9 to 5, spent his time getting familiarized with drills and their bits Worked safe combinations, and kept track of trucks that passed weigh stations Knew their movement, and what they carried but couldn’t sit and wait patient Possessed the blue prints for bank locations, sewer grids and maim placement His main aim became payment, and it was there for the taking… if he arranged it Teamed up with some guys with the access to guns, get away trucks n dynamite Together they devised a plan to hit the Suntrust after dusk the following night They decided that Jerry would approach the blond bank teller carrying a note Indicated this was a heist, and if she alerted VICE that’d b burying them both See Jerry was a pro at the reel in, he possessed the appearance of a chameleon The type of crook that’d never look at a camera, but instilled fear like a villain They had Cici the Brazilian, who’d take toward the ceiling being flexibly resilient She maneuvered with a feline’s double jointed spine and walked with her heels in Tony, the largest guy in the cohort was equipped with dynamite n a blow torch He was more intimidating than mean, but could crack a safe door with no force And if it came to killing, they had Lenny with the long nose approach the guard Len had a long nose, yeah; but those who saw his shnoze were ghosts or marks Joe was the mastermind, he had alarm codes and averaged Po’s dispatch time He’d act like any other bank customer, but was the brains that backed the crime They synchronized their watches, with everyone taking the proper precautions approached the bank in costume at shift change, while Cici proctored the awning each occupied a teller doing their job, and put into motion their concocted plot Jerry made his transaction, while Tony gained access to the safe deposit box Joe bid his time in line, while Len blocked the lens and the rent-a-cops went blind Cici entered into the attic, cut the wires and then tapped in to the security feed Tony lit up his torch, and Len revealed his long nose, which threatened to sneeze Joe took cover with the customers, quelled their screams while he begged with pleas Jerry emptied the teller’s draw, as Tony assaulted the vault and beckoned heat Len drew his weapon to beget his greed, as the ceiling beam had collapsed clean With Cici laughing, and at her guns end stood Len, Joe and Jerry Last edited by Rawn M.D.; 08-07-2013 at 02:48 AM. |
08-07-2013, 03:16 PM | #26 |
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Paper Chase
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The games over when we out for that payola beatin on ya bitch till my bed’s spring break like Daytona with an eighth rolled up, on a hunt for those ends black card, senior discount the way we dish out hundred n tens with a love to just spend, till our pockets light bitches stop on site, need a Zamboni machine to even rock my ice my lodge is nice, ride on nothing but yachts n bikes high speed, fast life; learn from my misfortune but forgot its price get that VIP treatment wherever we be at feet up with the seat back eating gourmet filleted Chilean sea bass we be that; money motivated for the payment because the grass is always greener for the team that turns the rake in |
08-08-2013, 03:38 AM | #27 |
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The baby was born with angelic blond hair and the devil’s blue eyes The doctor smacked him on the ass, and his cries signified a new life Darwin summized that only the strong survive, so death to the weak There’s 7 sins and 7 virtues, and ironically there is 7 days in a week Cancer cells brings immortality, but also kills its host in the end run Even if we chose the road less traveled, in the same place we’d end up In a world where one bergan belsin equates to mozarts 9th symphony The mona lisa’s traded at market value for the next mans life misery So we let it breath and become truly inspired while holding our breath And feel the most alive closest to death, stuck in an oceanic abyss Leave our footprints in the sand only to get washed with the tides People say moneys the root of evil, but we pray and pay our tithes Could it be part of the grand design, our mind fighting the I ching We look to the heavens, but the sun eventually becomes blinding The writings been on the wall inside cave drawings and hieroglyphics Predicted by mystics, but we’ve missed it and nobody likes the cynic We’re the light inside the prism, our density’s bend our perspective Tell lies to ourselves out of comfort, taking comfort in self deception Eugenics, vaccines, nuclear medicine, gps tracking, and fukashima We’ve lost faith in humanity, leaving athetist as the true believers Building walls to block us off, with our discord funding nationalism Modern day conquistadors to space, displaying passive aggression Dispatching our engines in cold wars with no compassionate victims Who the fuck gives a shit about sputnik or immaculate conception We’d violate the Geneva convention just to blast our way thru heaven And plastic our skin to fabricate aesthetics while capturing Yemen She carried him 9 months in her womb to die from preeclampsia He had the devils blue eyes with angelic blond hair…he was America |
08-11-2013, 05:08 PM | #28 |
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(swag n flow)
Leave em spellbound, got hound dogs n hell hounds Who, when they smell foul reactor die like melt downs Kicking karate with Mr magi real power in the wheelhouse Chewing salami with lucha brazi moving bodies with steel out golem giants prone to violence mikiah phifier paid in full doods who banged em tools way before gangs in schools rage n anger-fueled with no deep end like training pools my bitch got a firm ass, inject cement in the sht Watchin her watch my designer wrist watch's str8 legit taug-hauer, after hours-inner hips benz like the whip twistin lambspread, lambskin deep inside her clit I break bread, spend blood money dead presidents On the street its all lovely, Walk and demand respect Im knowingly Fresh, opening chess in moments of death choking the pet over his head holding a check, solely adressed Mi amigos massive, each blows only priemo grasses In tuxedo fashion getting flamingo ass in casino bathrooms Slang that Nino crack cut back with amino acids with G Code past Vito stats reloading three chrome magnums My adrenals equal that of a week old mastiff Or a sleak slow assassin doing evil magic hopkido backflips When we roll past its as thick as the ass on my last bitch after kegal classes spread eagle over my mandingo aspects Im Frank Zito’s last kin involved in illegal actions who's genome matches ba baracius with green hulk fragments We talkin Greek god status when we bought Athens tongue deep in a bad bitch thunder clappin deluged Baptists Hit with the leadoff back fist and eat raw catfish with a team all bat shit and guano where that deep draw cash is Last edited by Rawn M.D.; 08-18-2013 at 02:32 PM. |
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Once u pop, u cant stop
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Hai conio! ur mom's doctor must've burnt the arroz con pollo and delivered a pathetic white wash walled off version in the clone of zorro a racoon aint got shit on this baffoons own mask snafu I'd say that I'd wax you, but ur eyebrows need that and some vidal sassoon I read a book a day while cookin base, im good that way in all that gray ur wardrobe's 50 shades from beat bitch, and looks as aged rockin that 2 gun pose, but doods not thug though hair cut like u snubbed lowes, which got me wonderin where'd the rug go? this fat fucker latin lover prolly smashed his cousin and black'd his knee caps so bad he wears them shorts to match the color crack is nothin, this coke head claims he got a job, ha! only Chore Boy got was corner store bought and used to pack rock ontop of with that face full of pac holes, dood's got the shingles nod apparently as a teen u got them pringles on, and that statement holds water... no Elian |
02-18-2014, 01:04 AM | #30 |
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Shrug
He steams and then blows up...
his own treasonous soldier, stuck in a zenith of novas eyes to the heavens; mouth open; Eden - ambrosia The serpents released skin, his beacon is hopeless just citizen kane's dreaming of rosebud; feigning, but focused seeing the sequence, but keeps repeatin it over to see through the fog, his heat in this cold front keeps feeding the cobra, leaking; squeamishly sober he teases the vultures, while preening his coat up, but its easy to coax em; deceive with emotions his genius is stroking, bereavements been broken on his last leg leaning, his reprieve being loaded the bees keep stinging, cleaving their own stun vehemently shogun; him being the lone gun his speech. uneasy; labored breathing, slow tongued envy greening; the greed being explosive the seizure's robust; plague, Egyptian locusts reachin achievements, needs depleted; hopes bust but, leads from the crows nest, with Theseus's motion to where the wind takes him; breathing his own gusts
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03-22-2014, 12:45 AM | #31 |
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SnF verse
Musically, I'm So charged...
No farce, Im fluidly Harpo Marx w joke cards, and a gold harp A fluently tone sharp Amadeus Mozart mixed with van Gough drog art In a boneyard of ubiquitous Ozarks, being split with a trochar Skin thick as a grown shark, resistant to solar, sickness and sonar They don't know war, I'm Carl von Clauswitz, on the fritz Draped in a nondescript coat with Vutton imprints taking vodka sips Innately lost hope; confident in how glock's kick n roger grips with a bitch, strapped to load on that bondage tip, who wants the dick I 'm donned The Prince, my code of omerta is hold, or fair tough At home in the harshest weather, since polar bear rugs and arctic winters My heart hits tempers that cause octave timbres in odd offences Raise'n cop suspicions, parlay in yachts for business with pocket stipends drinkin liquors they stop dispensin'
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03-23-2014, 03:37 PM | #32 |
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Find me a middle man...
I got young gunners who'd kill for a little bread to get ahead A crooked ass criminal at his pinnacle, with past acquittals in the feds Keep my eyes low, behind those rose prada nickel plated lens and tread with more a low profile than the tires hulled in the v8 benz My minds so Capone, or Geryon with a list of sick demands with twice the Gaul n no flaws than diamonds ship direct from France drinkin raw, single malt that burns with the strength of ants study'n law by the clause, I'd take that charge just to catch a glance A strategist, protagonist, that plans the best when damned Hyperactive pistol grip, bullets Ritalin regrets through blood n sand My head is, invested in measurements, sums, cuts and grams Defense system, munitions, guns, business, drugs, trusts and grants Saki sippin, double dippin', embezzlements just another scam they watch mine, I watch the time on my rolex bezel colored crayon Slangin raw, China paw and angel dust in stables from Japan strong-armin the game with fatal gloved hands in case the gun jams
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"The King"
The crown be humongous grew out like a fungus at Everest's summit there aint no where else to trust the world is our oyster words from my lawyer if you stuck in that boiler sweat it out, or else clam up they lackin the roster we practiced in posture to passion and prosper out for the stunt, on ramp up This Atlas aint shruggin relax in the struggle anatomical structure fashonied from fascia and muscle The maxim is fuck em An alchemist wonder crafted from once was gold transformed back to mans blood A wrathful tough stomach pushin max out a bucket stained glass accustomed sand castles fortress from damp mud Piscal couldn't measure squad move the pressure hail to the emperor who trumps cross hairs and fox hunts the practicing Edmond Dantes after Pompey drinking ethereal bombey amazed, but not flummoxed Studied in Ancients Minotaur in mazes A mental of metal prestige in degrees that dont rust My Word is extortion the works of which forks bend asleep with a horse head Greek Gold fleece silk sheets roll ups Wont speak on a cordless Rose feets and plush orchids it bleeds n gets orphaned then we meet when he grows up
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07-16-2022, 01:21 AM | #34 |
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The swarm was immense; heat distorted their sights bending and blending, burning, blushing by eyes blood rushing with speeds busting seems taking flight shoulders rubbing, crowds becoming one in the night the strangers get stranger, a stranger stands to the side shifting, slipping, swimming the skys his up was her down, his fire her ice the waters were a glow, a glow's silent surprise each came alone, but left alone they would die as they came together, they made the weather they made forever ache in its time his reflection became her obsession as their numbers dwindled down to their prime his love was her love, but her love was the light the light that left alone burned only to blind bending and blending, burning blushing by eyes shoulders rubbing, crowds becoming one in the night ripping clothing, thinking, ...hoping is this where we fuck, swim, or fight they reach their release on a beach, each ignite
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07-24-2022, 10:21 PM | #35 |
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Pier'ing Out
Geoffry grew up a G, but his team played him as soft Got cased up in his teens, took time delayed in a stall. Would not screech yell or scream, but he could paint, tint and draw Geoff spent his days set in intrigue, and traced him a boss. He had first spotted his mentor, stone-faced playing hearts Playing wasn't the right word, one doesn't play from the heart. He had saw the quick movement, set the sun to its spark His paragon's bruteness moved like music in pitch dark. A lion among cheetahs, which doesn't need to roar Liar among cheaters, leave lying the cleanest corpse. His mind was the meanest, been steeped in schemes that bleed more... ...red, in the same degree than the biggest Supreme store. Geoffry took to his side, followed direction and learned The best weapon's the mind of the dejected, unheard. Never affected by whatever occurs; assured- Paying attention to every sentence and word. Playing affection for dependence and worth; alert- For breaks in deception like a pickpocket or perp. Geoffry reminisced about the snitch neighborhood kids He then began to think about his friends where he lived. Each person's character, their aptitude, and their wit Their attitude, who could pass as food, and who would quit. Upon his release, he let the beast out from its cage Inhaled his last breath, stagnant air, refreshed and depraved. He could feel the air tense, as they circled round each way Geof foresaw this, deep in his drawing of drowned seascapes. They'd smelt his foul stench, his flesh, his thoughts clouded his brain hypnotics the Nautic when meditated for days. He’d marauded, fought death, and penetrated its gaze so, when the sharks set target on Geoffry as some prey he posted on his peers acting chummy with brusque bait. Peer to pier cut and paste, Geoff met his threat unafraid. Sink or swim, Geoffry crept in the frenzy proud and trained pulled his plunger, and got wet emptying out the drain.
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Countdown to zero hour Earth crushing steel devours from bread baskets to stealing flour states Rays up to stake their power jockying Plaice to Skate or Flounder left us Flat Fishin’ in problems past fixin ...I recall how things used to be before lights buzzin, it was proof of bees before night hunting, there was lucid dreams before high sunscreen, I consumed the heat but now after the last attack... I have to don masks to inhale the air the ground is rock ash, pavement stale and bare soil blisters with boils if I been exposed uncoil the tinfoil just to hit the road The sun broils skin quicker than a snake can shed radioactive, radio agent, radio station, radios dead between the rate at which the infection spread or the states solution to escape ahead and the great pollution that infiltrates breath Sets stays of execution in painted lead canvas that easel in handprints of people dead, decayed and engulfed in damages left except....me and this blasted cat facts, in a landscape of grey reaching heights skyscraping God's feet, I begin to rise trying to find…air, so clean I can breathe but this cat mocks me, staying to my side My own Siamese, she’s one step behind in my tracks and when I am set to climb… She arches her back and attacks clawing to scratch, calling me back She opens me up, hissing and ripping purring and hurting, exposing my blood to the unclean, I feel the contagion penetrating the sunscreen, oh fuck me! I bravely reach for the next highest beam My eyelids beat me down, flex violently She meows, I act vexed decidedly to drown her sound out to an island breeze countdown zero hour, and finally free sitting by myself on the highest beam inhaling cigarettes trying to breathe dying of cat scratch fever from the ether my heartbeats for her, my siamese
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