Sunday, November 29, 2009

OOOH OK.

aiight, aiight, let's go try to rhyme here.

bitch you bad, im worse, it's like a motherfucking curse.
I spit the truth, hit you harder than a drill on a gaped tooth.
Im the king of the jungle and I rumble against all you fucking
apes, hype beasts wearing bapes are just pinners, cause im the winner,
cause you're all just fakes, understand your mistakes, the mistake you
made challenging the king, but bitch you the end of a shoe string, the
part no one cares about, and when I attack, I go all out.
Im just in the spur of the moment, but it hurts, don't it?
Aiight, im finished trying to diss you, but remember this,
when I say your name, people say who because you don't
matter, and im done with your chit and chatter.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

you're so stupid.

you stumble and fall,
hope you hit that wall,
so you can feel a rush of emotions
fuck you and your potions.
infatuation? all i feel is frustration,
even worse, it's like im cursed,
cause i can't seem to find the right one,
so im done. Done with you, Walk away cause im just a fool,
for seeing something better, I was so stupid to write
that letter, So why Cant I quit it? I will after you
admit that you're unfit, unfit to be a friend,so this
is the end.