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Audiogasm™ said:
remy? where... pass the lemon juice
♂ΆяčнзŦұpє™ (ΜдяQ)♂ said:
Walking around with a bottle of Remy martin, starting shit like some 32 yr old buff cartman [image] ,,, Oh hush Kara lol *REMEMBER*[image]
-Each1 Teach1-BrassKnucklePoet said:
this mufucka....
hahahahahhahaaa.....the barber....cause archy be cuttin heads!
♂ΆяčнзŦұpє™ (ΜдяQ)♂ said:
*That was a spoof Eminem line yo lol, but yea .. The barber... makes me think of Sweeny Todd
Crazy flick, yo...
I ll cuttem from ear hole to a$$hole.
Now ya know... cuz muh bro Drow told ya so
call me barber barbarian.. every bar Im burying
Then raise it higher, now its set again
Resurrect and revamp the status quo
Flex verbally to let my brain's veins show
Radiating light - let muh fire glow
Passionate mafuckr with insightful flows
Come original or Go the hell home
This here for creativity not lameass clones
Jus let words jus fly, chaotic off thy dome
Even if its whack an gay as the traveling gnome
...lol wtfeva blah
ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
a smart dude, with acute vision,
a smooth villain, make'n astute decisions,
with absolute precision, I assume my position,
without any opposition, made a smooth transition,
to pollute the minds of the children,
download whatever it is that "you is feel'n"
cos I'm sendin my troops to your buildin',
to search your computer, without your permission,
well within my true jurisdiction, we'll find the hidden,
by the time I'm through, your cool will be missin'
we underground, here to shoot through the ceilin'
to where you dudes are chillin',
chances you'll pull through, maybe one in a billion,
my crew, come through, wit more hues than a prism,
cuz my pieces carry more colors than you can envision,
I do it to you, live on television,
reported by canal 34, univision, anchor women,
the only time I loose the rhythm,
is when I shoot the jism, vigor to produce children,
leave it beat up, like a bruised victom
Just Doin' My Thang, like True & Livin'
-Each1 Teach1-BrassKnucklePoet said:
you know that 1 white kid?
that rocked it how you liked it?
despite all yer roadblocks
and passive placed spike strips..
he came to ignite it..
bring many to fire fight it,
infernos on his verbals
lightin up the nite quick!
wow!....he's sick!
a popular consensus..
rockin the outer limits..
leaving egos with indentions..
FUCK honorable mentions
him and so and so where best friends..
then whyd he rip him up
like some non-curable sickness?
and DAMN,
he did it with a quickness..
thats just the way it goes
when yer in the battlezone..
toe to toe with drow?
if i where you id leave him lone..
S-A-double-V - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
So, I'mma add a li'l a mo'. If I were you, yeah, I'd leave 'im alone.
That man Drow, Sin? He's bad for ya' bones.
I put down my whiskey, and pick up the flow.
I nod at Rant, and say, "He don't know... "
I'mma get this muthafucka'. Yeah, I'mma let-it-go.
You think you look hard in ya' Dickey's and gold?
Explode you like a Mickey's, when I pick up the chrome...
You had a big mouth, now it's just a big hole.
You stay ready for the club; I stay ready for war.
Touch you with my finger, like ET-phone-home.
A polar bear wit' bloodlust, I'm willin' to roam.
I roll solo, where he-won't-go... Geneva Avenue, to the heart of the 'Sco.
I stay in the zone and I'll merc you on Pro... Tools, when I come of the dome.
Press "record," laugh at you, and slap dap with my bro's.
Tag "SAVV," in ya' serum, on the walls of ya' home...
Bump a li'l 'yo and celebrate with the keef, on top-o'-the-dro'.
ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
Dub V, brought it LOVELY, above me, is only smoke rings, from when we smoke things, you and your style, is less than coping, you tremble like your lungs when your choking, I'm on the mic emoting, shit-talker provoking, don king, fight promoting, you out there hoping, there's a glitch in the voting, to compensate for the style you don't bring. We VIP velvet roping, we need privacy for when your girl is throating...
♂ΆяčнзŦұpє (ΜдяQ)♂
She'a Watergate 'deep throat' king
Ya kiddin me them clowns is joking
While she slobs an bobs I m steady stroking
Passing the L, so drow... Sav, and ant keep toking
Haha yer ho's turned out , got a bukkake soakin
An str8 banged til she's sore an broken
Like Tommy guns that sprayed through Hoboken
Claim ya got alil rhyme?, I ll give ya'a cookie or token?
We impress dead poets, with our words spoken
The muse's light only shines on tha chosen
If I weed lames out, another just grows in
So we keep spittin it
Some of the illest shit
Beware of dogz sign,
Ya might be bit
An that! Is as real as it gets
(jus throw it out.. not dwellin to long)
Anointed with virtuous symbolism,
Draped in gown, with crown and scepter,
The liar sits waiting for your acceptance,
Seated frozen judging time as it passes,
Too obtuse, for your truths,
He will not chance at a glace,
His eyes peer onward, with the cowardice of his convictions,
Too set in his ways, for anything to ever change.
My Sweet lullaby,
You're my joy, and you're my pride,
When I look into your eyes,
-My two precious little lives.
I hate them all, I hate them all
I hate myself
For hating them
so I'll drink some more
I'll love them all
I'll drink even more
I'll hate them even more than I did before—The Strokes
One of those fucking awful black days
When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens
is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour
These are the days when I hate the world
Hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent, the TV watchers,
beer drinkers, the satisfied ones
Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things
And then I hate myself for realising that
There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living.
We each know our own fate
We know from our youth how to be treated,
how we'll be received, how we shall end
These things don't change
You can change your clothes,
change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your own self will always catch up.
Always it waits in the wings
Ideas swirl but don't stick.
They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield
One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes,
the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Walls of grey
Nothing good on the radio
Not a thought in my head
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live ou
Yeah, lets do that.
Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
Metal arms outstretched
So much land travelled so little sense made of it
It doesn't mean a thing all this land laid out behind us
I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
I'm disgusted with petty concerns; parking tickets, breakfast specials
Does someone just have to carry this weight?
Abstract typography, methane inconvenience, linear gospel,
Nashville sales lady, and torturous lice, mad Elizabeth
Kaemotherapy bullshit
The light within you shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus
Like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating its own tail, steam turbine, frog farm,
two full closets burst open in disarray
Soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible,
shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing,
bleached white buildings, memories, movements
The movie unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin
I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away
I've hear your stairs creak
I can fix my mind on your yes, and on your no
I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals
All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts
All too real, you're moving so fast now I cant hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window,
me standing beside you arm on your shoulder
A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses then gone again
Every clear afternoon now I'll think of you up in the air twisting your heel,
Your knees up around me, my face in your hair
You scream so well, your smile so loud it still rings in my ear
Imitation
Distant, tired of longing
Clean white teeth
Stay the course.
Hold the wheel
Steer on to freedom
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes
Times Square midday
Newspaper buildings, news headlines going around
You watch as they go, and hope that some good comes
Those tree shadows in the park they're all whistling chasing leaves
Around six pm, shadows across cobblestones
Girl in front of a bathroom mirror
she slowly and carefully and paints her face green and mask like
A portrait
A green stripe
Long shot through apartment window, a monologue on top but no girl in shot
The light within me shines like a diamond mine
like an unarmed walrus
like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating its own tail
A steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray,
soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list,
blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing,
bleached white buildings, memories, movements
The movie unreeling, about to begin
– Lee Ranaldo
Attention starved dingbat trading pics for self-esteem daps.
No, a conversation can't match, what a this pussycat feels for a blingpack
Friends are just an ends, as long as you can spend, and send, then, it's friends til it ends,read her status enough to comprehend, the Modus operandi , to notice how this friend lie. two-faced like a Gemini, with pretty eyes, that you can never see because her pic tries, to hide behind tits and thighs,
56 comments for these shit for guys, I guess that's the life of a chick that doesn't self visualize.