woe da woe da
pop you with my nine
duck low, real low bitch,
JOAMniggz in da houzz

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i walk with the limp cause my legs deformed
cant afford crutches cause my families poor
my dad's pay check but the boss ignores
i ask for money but they aint got anymore

i buy a firearm off your mom
turn it around and shoot
slice out 'er eyes, n fuck em twice
then steal back my fuckin loot.

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rolling blunts
licking cunts
blowing nuts
fucking sluts

*revives thread*

What? You like given head

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Hmmm that came out wrong. I wanted to sound like a blew a nut, or busted?

And then I said: "I don't like rhyme, therefore I won't anymore
I will now vacate the room, for I need spare change for a dime." (HANG ON...THAT RHYMES!!!!)

crap i'm now rhyming again (good grief)
hey, does anybody have some beef?
i feel hungry, that i do
i don't care what i eat, just give me some poo

Here have some flesh
Straight from a nursery rhyme
all for you to caress
Do you think it's a crime?

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Surely you can write better than that
Your verses are worse than something that's shat
From a 1000 year old buffalo that was constipated
With bloodshot eyes that are dilated
So get to writing something bitchin'
I'm going to make a sammich in my kitchen


(you're making my poems bad, too! lol)

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Can't write something bitchin'
cause my balls are itchin'
Pavements, trees, radios, tons!
lifting the city to Heaven my sons!
who cooked rotten animals lungs and feet
in a pan full of moronic deceit
who burned cigarette holes in their arms
and now lie dead in abandoned slums


Come on it's not that bad!Is this any better?

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If I don't write "good"
I surmise I'll be getting a black hood
To drape right 'round my head, now dripping with blood
After I'm executed with a formal flourish, for a crime which I would
Ever and ever, take back, if I could-

Never did I think to, or drink to, or sink to
Such a place, such a brink which I've slinked to
It's all too true and too imbued
With all these long years of failing to
Be true to "you", a failure to write to
An original style, plan, or manifest- to

But aping Phil Lynott will have to suffice
Even if my body is to be "out on the ice"
(Like Diamond Head said in that famous declaration of intent)-
I'll still remember the times that were nice
When all was right and nights were star-crossed, bright

But all this rhyme is just so superficial
'Cause what I'll really, really be wishin'
Is for a reprieve, a stay of execution, a missal
If that's really on your list, well

If that's the case, well that's just too bad
Down in the ground I'll be, me lad
And you'll hear me sing or scream or crab
"Take heed; m'boy- don't write things bad
That even your mother would hate, it's sad
I know, but even you must have had
Enough experience- it shows!-
To realise that what I say is true, true blue
And sometimes it reminds me of you (Thanks again Philo)

But this song will continue
Despite the killing of my retinue
And though I won't be with you
Please keep your bardic conscience and your true derring-do

^didn't get some of the words.

Like the executioner who killed himself
out of devotion,can you redeem yourself?
My mother is not here to condemn or cheer
Nothing is possible,everything is real
and it has some appeal

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But what good is such appeal
If nothing can stay this executioner's axe
You might have to seek a repeal
Of your sentence- but the officials would have to be lax

Of course, considering the circumstances
You might have gone farther than the sun
Not that it's of consequence now- there ain't no more moonlight dances
To chase your skirts or your tails or your petty "fun"

It's just up to the honourable court
A decision of condign punisment for yer transgressions
But still you don't realise the sort
Of deed you've done, still you smile through all yer oppressions
Still you smile, that's the smile I always liked best
When all was true and nobody like the rest
Least of all you.......

Whoa, said I, in mesmorized state
Those are words I can't debate
The opposite of the forumer true
But who will lop his head-- will you?

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The other man said
With languid glee
"I do regret it, but his head
Must not be lopped off by me."

"Why", said I "do you then look
To see if you can creep up close?"
"Only to take my fill of this spectacle- better than a good book!-
It's my weekly entertainment dose."

And with that rather macabre turn of phrase
Leaping away like a maddened court jester in some medieval film theme,
He shuffled into the crowd, among the thronging life
That came to watch another's life end in a blaze

Of glory? No- not that, not that,
But the last consolation this fellow may have
Is that, for a while, someone cared, in fact,
Someone dared to know him in the short synapse
Between a moment and a moment,

A man and his life- now separate,
Separated for all to see
Like a gruesome score by Debussy-
with the same curious air of calm aquatic dreams
That dreamt of he and you and me
Forever and, this time, to be
Changed, changed utterly-
This wild-eyed coarse beauty is no longer born

Except to be borne by his family's shoulders
And laid in the black earth as the roots of a flower would be
Pledge that his passing bears fruit
Fertility for the blasted soil of the soul of men
Who would take such a life with aplomb, and yet
I believe they still can't hear, doesn't it make you want
To shake your head, slowly,
walk away?

You're kinda ruining the purpose of this thread.
With that said, lodge this bullet in your head.
Now we can continue with this thread.

i got some fuckin peanut butter
now where'd i put my dog?

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Are you serious?

anyway:

This couplet alas will not rhyme
Due to my being persecuted all this time..........SHIT!!!