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"MC SNEAKIN' SNACKS"
#1 Reign of Meh
It's mc sneakin snacks, in your kitchen after hours snatchin crumbs up off your counters battle raccoons for the scraps
you leftovers aint got a chance, cause without warning, i'm enjoying all 5 courses while you snoring
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“RIFLE EXCITEMENT”
#8 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest
The day I found the gun
I held it in my hand
gripped so tight till my
fingers lost their tan
held it kept it close
carried it upon my shoulders, nestled in between my breasts, I was a fan like a
teen with a beiber poster
never wanna let it go even
when I showed the bros
Next to me when i ate,
buckled up on the interstate
when at night I lay to sleep still my heat be within reach
heavy weigh the instantaneous spray as a
Hurst after bullets taken your breath we be shooting the shit but got my
guard my metal arm and fist, plus its barrel so clean like tweet tweet
marathoner take the streets, triggers say skeet skeet lead shower do excrete
,
my side kick prosthetic
limb my piece protects and also
so my arms forever
free and at peace ... and at piece, yeah it was the piece
My rifle super righteous
mightier than Titans Triton longer than a city pipe this piece so heavy it's
TENNISING
(Basic by RAZ-PRO)
leave your shoes at the back door, im sneakin in the past
I was a high class michigander tennis team champ
A country club racquet team private practice year round machine
nobody could surpass my talents, wins, beastly swing
Sassy me thinking about the summer club moaning lessons
When that that damn ball hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence
where games end fast cause of that champion named
Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding
foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz
play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash
punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast
the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch
is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty
aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing
what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing
cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball
and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance
before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel
torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell know
s but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip,
when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let -
the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way
boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending?
nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows
of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch
from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss
kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust,
the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch
watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms think I’m a bitch
when I play thier kid doncha know, wanting me to give in
but I’ll give in time cause my tits need a bit of rest and some air
and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me
from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three
but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time
modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity
and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer
with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever
US Dream a meme please PLAY ME !!!!
shoes at the back door track it back to the west representing the oak-land mass sass never surpassed even with a tennis racket jam spring sing when a blast that damn ball and hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence where games end fast cause of that champion named Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell knows but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip, when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let - the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending? nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust, the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms thing I’m a bitch doncha know, wanting me to give in but I’ll give is my tits a bit of rest and some air and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever US Dream a meme
x
Olive food so much
My bean stalks be raisin up
Yo gurtrude! Throw a quarter on the scale
Ill take every flavor you sell
You see I ache for nutrients
I lose my vibe without my fiber
Which certainly does not promote my health or my style
My flavanoids are overjoyed whenever I indulge
My recipes light the dull with secrets to fight the bulge
Lettuce drink to health and spice and serving meals with laughter
Pass the ginger, never miss the morning breakfast specials
Born outta the oven, my meals reflect my craft skills
Im like a scientist concocting ratios for real
creating pears and apples
cooking crap together till its a meal
Not I know you gotta lunch box,
so open it up and share, i heard you mom hooks it up
ain't no crust because she cares
PENN STATION - Philly Steak
gonna get a philly steak on my lunch break at the penn station down the street it be great gonna fill my tummy up with allot good stuff, east coast hot subs, thick fries fresh cut, just can't get enough, this grub yum yum, call a buddy up, tell him meet you in the parking lot, 1'clock cause its time that you rock this number one sella, yeah its got the props people flock to this spot telling us they want it hot, we be pushing buns through the grill non-stop, no joke no coke we got pepsi products in stock, the only lines we got go down to the next block, babies, moms, grandpops, don't matter - they stuffed, any time of day, in and out quick enough, philly steak to the face any gender age or race, we be serving up great taste all day, penn station be the place, got dough give and take, saying thanks 4 the business growth a steady rate, get praise get fresh get sandwich in your hand fast, get fed, get full, give ya buds better subs than before cause our breads got the score and we get checks done more satisfaction in store mark my word PENN Station right on, lets smash a little more
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"PanDamIcky Sick World"
#11 Thematic, Raddest Baddest
Coronavirus, it's global crisis
Its inside us all around us spreading like wildfire
PEANUTS
"Swazee"
When word of my swerve fell upon the nut herd… this kid got the blues in a blanket cause he was frightened he was like wha wha wha And jumped under that thing so he could hide.
Cuz my style is so funky, when it hit them it was madness man! All the Sunday funny's cries were heard throughout the land.
The comic strip kids all got the jitters and they bit their bottom lips scared shitless when they heard about the princess BIZ.
The first to sense my incoming finesse was that kid who they all call pig pen. Cause the static from my wackness made the dust and gravel rise like ashes, smacked the kid upon his ass and turned his skin like so damn black no matter how hard you try you couldn't see the poor little man.
Charlie Brown tried to stand his ground so he waited upon his pitcher's mound But when my epic sound hit town, he was nowhere to be found.
This chick Luce had a booth and she tried to soothe the peewee crew cause They lined up like wha wha wha she thought they all should do. She was broke and had a beef with anybody not from her street, so she advised the guys to practice jazz and funk and rhyme so they could battle me when I arrived. No one knew the wiser so they paid the girl in dimes.
Peppermint Patty and Sally hid inside of snoop's co-op to do some rapping, And Woodstock he hollered from the top, calling out to all the birdies who be in his flock.
Snoop came back with ammo stacked cuz it's cause he had heard about my act from the cat who lived next door, so they both warmed up their roars, but of course they all fell short, cause they're soft and I'm hardcore.
When Schroeder read the stats about my super phat 8-track, he tried to tap himself into his inner jazz-man. So he sat at his ivory and blacks and practiced till every fingertip was calloused, out of all the tee-ball batters, this kid surely had the most talent.
But still the challenge, reeked havoc on the graphics, but they did have one advantage. His name was Franklin, and he had that dark brown skin, which mean he had some zing in his ancestral lineage. So they all turned to him to see what he could bring to the table, and he said something about the tower of babel.
So they all grabbed their bibles, tryin' to understand this child, and they read of what transpired when the people's pride was piled too high... when God said quit collabbin', I'm a mix you up like
GRAMMAR DAY IN AFFECT
Gotta know your grammar if you wanna write a stantza
Apostrophes please, when you're showing whose it beez
Or stick it in like a key where letters used to be
Its accentuating so we read the in the voice narrating
So Tell me which goes where and when
Well the rule has always been
If casting spells the H is dropped, cause witches got their lessons taught
Not from books but from warlocks, so they’re left out Heavens lock,
But the other spelling is not a curse, the H is replaced
This time to indicate that another option were the case
Choosing which is best, be a witch like from the westalso easter,
Its isn't math so grab your pen, learn these rules, i know you can,
Now lets explore deeper now: bout the colon
well its kreeps in after sentence incompletion
Fore what follows these two dots are more than happy faces thoughts
what belongs there, after all, a list or an assist
Like if a question were implied, a colon says: Get this!
A reply if the predicate clause left paws,
Not a comma, that be another grammar law,
Apostrophe on top but fallen down, a breathing spot,
Sure the comma's full of drama I cant wait to tell you bout iut
Because you kids might've forgot, we'll put back one of the dots
Grammar takes two eyes to see this semi-colon and where its tucked
To keep your sentences safe from a running on
The semi-colon breaks it up, Now 2 parts can get it done,
Suppose the first clause forgot its bra and needed support
The second clause then will need no direct object to sport,
First clause is the cause, the Second clause states effect,
To keep your readers right on track, the semi-colon must erect
You think that grammar is complex, but really its the thoughts expressed,
Even With a lexicon you're nothing much without syntax,,
If emphasis cannot be fed your readers starving for some sense
carve some class out of your pen with proper grammar, friends
If you made the punch and got a full sentence construct,
Don't just stop abrupt without punctuation stuff, punk
My hunch is that u need a dot, or period, as such,
That’s for the regular ones, many are not
But if the sound is extra loud, an exclamation point bound
When three dots end it off, an ellipse is what you got…
Now your dont have to even finish what you though
Uncertainty is sure to be a lot of what you got
Rouunded sign above a dot, a question marks the spot
Ask a reader, hit me back, reflect upon a thought,
without this mark your readers won't know who what where when or how it was you sought
Ask me how to spell? cause Words sounds dont always tell
Puzzled by two ways trouble three can make you crumble down
Grammar cookin' in the pot got the rules u need in stock
Join the huddle listen up and learn whatever you forgotr
Who dat in the kitchen? NAH its with WHOM am I speaking?
He or she, both need to eat but whomever will do the dishes?
The former or the latter? Well you thought it didn't matter,
I don't wanna repeat so i stick these dummies in for each
Referencing the nouns and replacing them with freaky sounds
Former always first and the ladder afterwards,
Not another curse, just a lesson in order here at Grammar school.
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TRESSES OF TRAYVON
55/56
“Erotica
Wants”
#16 Thus
Spake Ill
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GAME TOURIST
#15 Thus Spake Ill
You know I like to play
cause I always act insane
But I'm really im a
dreamer wishing rappers knew my name
Today I grabbed some
paper, let my pencil do its thang,
It's cursed by the
verses and I'll never be the same
You're thinking if im
rapping then i'm more than likely acting
but in reality my rhymes
have constantly been stackin
See I'm Checking out the
game slaying english for the fame
I'm using all my verbals
so the g-points I can claim
I plan on tossing
boulders get you brushing off your shoulders
I'm speaking from the
soul, pouring myself into a bowl,
If you can feel The Flow
then Im closer to the goal.
Can i get you feeling
this? Are you ready, nodding steady,
Let me try a little bit.
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“FIT THE MOLD”
#13 Thus Spake Ill
You think im out my zone cause i dont
really fit your mold
but I'm a surrly fully loaded goioly bout to give it to ya folks bout to blow
ya mind foes can't touch me with a ten foot pole
cause while some got dough and chains, biznotch got game and funk and soul
I go left and rightly so, I squiggle round and curve to and fro
I serve a slew of rhymes with style with a side of guess and know,
I mix in mental tricks try to sicken up your dome
trap you quick The shit i spits so toxic
I make Members of the audience need doctor visits
used to riot used to fight it but my synapses are shy
so no longer can they frolick, theyre too slow to really rock it
still i roll but all my fiest got heisted during the electroshock
they had to cut my memory in half so they could block
about a dozen trains of thoughts and then they locked me up
They said my rhymes were wack; I told them I couldn't stop in fact
They fed me melodies and lies in hopes of remedies
still i dreamed of killer beats so I could could nod my head in peace
What I spit was listerine cause post-lobotomy, im clean
my rhymes dont blow, they suck and few heads can handle me
First off princess on her throne, can't walk the walk
Biznotch kinda hood so ya'll just wanna mock
Last up, just Me, Amanda, the diseased
My daddy calls me B I'm a bitch plain and simply
I'm a master at sporatic rhyme flows on paper sheets
but i choke in every battle like im hanging from a tree
cause my weaponry consists of nothing but a dream
that end of life release craved by suicidal minds
like my sister rest in peace she died in blue and 2 feet high
I push the noose to enemies like vacuum sales peeps on the streets
protect ya neck is what i preach but the scenes put you to sleep
I got heaps of heebie jeebies but my violent side's weak
I try to keep my crudest muses and my evil omens quiet
But Locked up like fort knox I got an arsenal of shocks
The sermons slowly leak like mycelium does from beneath
Blood guts grime crime wreak hell as they creap
I got Sermons slowing seeping parasitic attitudes
Omens knock me over Ring of deadly Fueds Knock knock heres a clue OMENs
Poison all your livestock fill all the tombs to the top
Plague you dome and stop your heart with evil rotton plots
but alas I'm just a fast talking wannabe obscene
Part of me wanna shine some light on but I refuse to quit the dream
I'd rather blind your eyes cause I just ain't got no need for being scene
Here here this royal highness deem 2 ears and a mic all she need
My fists be clenching ink but I'd drop you drown the kitchen sink
cause once my pipes done got you gripped its up to me where they get linked
Ill take you places you didn't think a pretty girl like me would wander
I get kinky with my ponders but my verbiage dark and somber
you'd be finder of my flows if I could just direct them yonder
cause my frontinb' downright daunting, damn, my stubborn cunt's sure just
me jammed
cause I clam up and block my Hauck, Keeping PG
has been my plan,
Like an angel, man, i've tried, but straight up truth ought be provided
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RED IN STONE
HEAD
Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...
Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent, sent, gassed, on a death dash,
In ears of Wu in red I'm lead From the rays to the splash
Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track
I mask a wish to be the best as I rest under obsidian rock blessed
My Brain spew stew, now slurp my mumble jumble til u rumble forever know a G who pulled the lever
Who be PB? I'm an H-E-A-D, A yoke and a rope got me tied to a post yep,
This is princess simply distress less, while you try to scope me out im soaking wet shouting out
I reek devout To the folks I'm stooping low but to you I'm on my toes
Shake me poke me vote me insane but no one's to blame
I came like whoa as we moped and slipped the slope,
My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump,
I rolled and kept with the flow as the dust settled n such
My head bones thick enough to take your tusks out to lunch
I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box
Nah I'm goth with a buttress fully stocked, my knot got me locked so I keep it fly with Parisian talks,
Pterodactyl flocks shocked I round-house kicked em out like my ave's I got from my pops,
Styles loud n sharp I rock facial scars plowed from chicken pox like i fought mounds of crud but Now I'm clean, clear and yes, I do strut, In - Dee- End the only pounds be found around my gut
My crown triple spiked tight with HG mercury from seat nuts and also octopus-E
Spaced-out grout got my tiles stuck on a different route
As my smiles turn to growls from the lips on my pout,
Grab a towel wipe ya sweat cause my upper fuzzy lips may doubt,
My skulls took it south full of shards and algea shocks,
My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks,
The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel
Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,
Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters,
Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle,
Killer thrills built by nihilistic kids with pens and bit tittles ,
Like a fiddle play PB from a distance thats the scribble,
Bid never, no Sale Don't gamble with her brittle,
Baby pit G-nut bred, hell bent, heaven sent
Return to sender the ruckus but never quit the RED----
HEAD
Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...
Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent, sent, gassed, on a death dash,
In ears of Wu in red I'm lead From the rays to the splash
Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track
I mask a wish to be the best as I rest under obsidian rock blessed
My Brain spew stew, now slurp my mumble jumble til u rumble forever know a G who pulled the lever
Who be PB? I'm an H-E-A-D, A yoke and a rope got me tied to a post yep,
This is princess simply distress less, while you try to scope me out im soaking wet shouting out
I reek devout To the folks I'm stooping low but to you I'm on my toes
Shake me poke me vote me insane but no one's to blame
I came like whoa as we moped and slipped the slope,
My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump,
I rolled and kept with the flow as the dust settled n such
My head bones thick enough to take your tusks out to lunch
I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box
Nah I'm goth with a buttress fully stocked, my knot got me locked so I keep it fly with Parisian talks,
Pterodactyl flocks shocked I round-house kicked em out like my ave's I got from my pops,
Styles loud n sharp I rock facial scars plowed from chicken pox like i fought mounds of crud but Now I'm clean, clear and yes, I do strut, In - Dee- End the only pounds be found around my gut
My crown triple spiked tight with HG mercury from seat nuts and also octopus-E
Spaced-out grout got my tiles stuck on a different route
As my smiles turn to growls from the lips on my pout,
Grab a towel wipe ya sweat cause my upper fuzzy lips may doubt,
My skulls took it south full of shards and algea shocks,
My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks,
The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel
Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,
Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters,
Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle,
Killer thrills built by nihilistic kids with pens and bit tittles ,
Like a fiddle play PB from a distance thats the scribble,
Bid never, no Sale Don't gamble with her brittle,
Baby pit G-nut bred, hell bent, heaven sent
Return to sender the ruckus but never quit the RED---
6th FLOOR INFANTRY
So here is where we work on our psychiatry,
We all mentally absurd, we're all hurting differently,
You by be nuts or got some self-inflicted cuts,
but we are all on the brink of bustin' up and out of luck
cause this lock-up ain't for just anyone,
It takes guts, it takes trust, and it takes hustle and Doctor fussin',
Bout who be down and who be up, what's in our mouths,
and what year we think we're bound,
This is the 6th floor infantry, here we stay, n here we cray
Don't tease the quiet one, don't try slidin' upon ya socks
Its an understatement If I said this sucks,
Head down when you walk, monotone when you talk,
Fore any excitation mean you need more of those little... DOtS
In your mouth. More sleep. Less eccentricities.
Gawks? For what? He's just schitzin' some, that's all,
Why pace when you can grace the nurses with Tourret- sounds
So He claims he's an albino black panther.... so what?
The way he hustles lunch says he fights for sport, play, game and by the way
his kung-fu seizures came straight from the clink, so he know a thing or two
about getting your drink
A nurse s my servant, I shall not want,
He makes me take my meds a lot
He gets me fresh jammies and brings me me my meals,
My cavalier cleans the shit from beneath my heels
PUSSEYEDON
it is not blasphemous in fact it's miraculous conception
its the spawn of biznotch spout from her very own erection
its her heir her mane little man her Apple in her hand
princess bore herself a processor in the lab
Inspiration: legacy, in my arms for all to see
What kinda dynasty could ever be what could I leave? you ask
Of the essence of biznotch but from not her uterus or crotch
Forever kingdom shall maintain a forwards march!
around the clock in any spot nothing less than all I got
How seriously surreal a god, and healing a metaphor, a kid creation by means of a mix of physics, heart and soul
but I'd say this sans-cock concoction super radical
Super-me 2.0, my first lass personal,
Watch out ! Son of biznotch, destined for power trip, a tower
one day he'll be king keened in to every lip sour
Whip in shape my flap trap cause what I spit need to be checked
I shall name him Pusseyedon, ruler of the sound waves,
Pusseyedon, Son of Biznotch, in his name, from whence shoulda came
Instead of ocean spray this prince reigns upon a different range
Every ear his media, where his saving grace is waged
I'm taking over fate, pumping mythological weight,
I'm changing legends myth bustin up to date,
Triton by tradition, modern day stereo remote,
Mic controller, floor holder, captain of news anchor folks
PA system patroller, cursed word muffler, joke amplifier,
clarifier sworn in speaker, ceromonial master
Eyes on the vibes, propagator of the amplifier
the bass floor bump stopper and volume recognizer
sinusoidal kinda guy concerned not with your eyes
but what's upside your head, on either side,
Pusseyedon keep in mind what might your inner ear be feeling like
BRAINIAC
Its a brainiac attack! spectacular disaster
its erratic SMACK to the max impact im after
time for a psychedelic acid trip alas so
drip five inside mine eyes and drop a blotter after
Blast! sporative laughter captivate my mind all night
Ecstatic satisfaction and deliciousness collide
Til visions extra wise arise colors super bright
Light climbs from outta corners
#1.
a brainiac attack, spectacular disaster
Stirring up rubble down-a-trip-cid-istic travel
Blotta ripper drip mine eyes or extendemon highs, sir
Tons of wonder not zi deez befores ive undone fiver
Sidney uncollid-a-shall we psychatrip tonighter
Real erratic smack to the max impact designer
Paralyz-a lapse in awe of extralaugh insider
Captiveyes your ass brass tax-a-satisfactors
Adding up escstaticism casting outtalaster
Blast! Mad-vexed-a-dastic static twice I passed her
Stashin up mass amounts-a-dice-so-yahtzee fastter
Splash in the past try to recognize alas, sir
Fraternize ur craft till its drafted doom to stagger
Master all the facts, yes, practice-ket, a task er
Infactualize inside repli-try-to-circumizer
Invite the guesst entire text was left to doubterniser
Return-a-nerve-to sender UPS is mine toodine er
The milkman quintessentially an ass-man a molester
Breasts arrest his sani-tease a coconutty shiester
Under udders queasy he confid-o-boast-a-wowser
Lucky me the hostess standing dong i ate it uppster
Rashun now allow disease but ruff to ceasa supper
Weares a prophylactic tupp a spastic-raz-ma-tazzer
Talk enough a crap-u-tacularin-gitis blasphemy
Easy computerrific go digitallibon-a-dee
Do little robotick-tock-a doodling with me
Alpha sag a litle betta straight down to the floor
Rag-o-rama disco side to side-n--den-direct-a-whore
Wordson deez brotronics app a rattus be da steez
Diabetic-insulint in cans of pocket minty-freeze
Breath a lize a topoly, controversal studi-ordeos
Cookey to unlocket round your neck forever more
More to loverse than a sonnet daughters cot got covers on it,
Time to rest in wholey mammoth cheesy peace im gassed, BIZNOTIC
#2.
It a brainiac attack, specacular disaster
its erratic smack to the max impact i'm after
Parasitic trap time lapse sporactive laughter
Captiveyes your sass brass tax-a-satisfactors
Adding up escstaticism casting outta plaster
Blast! Mad-vexed-a-dastic static twice Ive asked her
Stirring up masses rasta-psyche daddy Bastuerd
Splash in the past time to recognize alas, sir
Pastuerize crap till its just some stagnant matter
Master all the facts, yes, practice-ket, a task it
Infectualize inside replicattatrophic ur badder
Invite the guess entire test left unassessore
Return to the sender sexy UPS man confessor
The milkman quintessentially an ass-man, a molester
Breasts arrest his sanity pro-teen coconutty mess
Under udders queasy he turn the milky way the means
Lucky me the hostess standing dong i ate it up
Rational logicaloiries bio-metrical diesease
Fees for all prophylactic spastic-raz-ma-tazz-i-kees,
Talk a lotta crap-u-tacularin-gitis blasphemy
Easy computerrific go digitallibon-a-dee
Do little robotick-tock-a doodling with me
Alpha sag a litle betta straight down to the floor
Rag-o-rama disco side to sidedirect-a-whore
Rounded out cast a ways a ways away to three or four
Five percentages ago, the earth was flat and board
Wordson deez brotronics app a rattus be da steez
Diabetic-insulint in cans of pocket mints please
Breath a lize a topoly, controversal orderies
Cookey to unlocket round your neck forever more
More to loverse than a sonnet daughters cot got covers on it,
Time to rest in wholey mammoth cheesy peace im gassed, BIZNOTIC
#3.
RASISCHISM
It a brainiac attack, spectacular disaster
its erratic smack to the max impact in fact, sir
Its a Parasitic time lapse trap enacting faster
Wanna Viralize my clan eradicate some factors
Captive by an empire dreamt up in my mind
theocractic matters reaking havoc under mines
An anti un-American semetic kinda mann
genetically expired notta fan of any land
DNAtion its amandamazing only race
damn my soul in a jam an my attic got an ann
got a classist status so high im in command
tons of wonder full of nazis blowin ima fan
Hit me hitlern historeasons why to give a damn
Rival families entire race problem be at hand
Trouble on the scale of kinda fishy to obscene
wish washy quaranic sandy arabica coffee been
Infectualize ghadaffi kinda scene ima copy
Monumental genicide monopoly devise
Left handed side of prized posses-shun green eyes
Applies to every Asian nation that i do decide
No longer janpanese allowed only can they stand
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PURPLE APPARATUS
Purpleatus status says you may be in transcendence
transplant your train of prismatic van to the land of talent
laden in erratic rhymes these bards reflect ahead of their timeless
lesson in dramatics tax your ass chalenge your mind minus the habitus
the magistrate instated mas malignant staph infections and havoc upon your glands and fallace
newton under a malus supercelium for apple mash
you son aristocratic cannot corrode the path without a slant
to complicate the ascension you';d need an artifact or like a dance
to swing n swirl the track artificially a tunnel envisioner interceptor,
a scripter of make-shifts and fixin' figures
for wind force whispers and brash talks and knock downs
over stagnant remagnitize this gem we stand on
stocked rock of madness strapped and buckled in
my gravity in graves we stay in ghosts we boasts the spirits of photo-physical remains
in groaves in our hearts in our irises and in our morning toast
tongue decisive ultimately the fault of sandman crammed below our home
geologic remnants of crayons, between the ink and oil spills the wax,
the rubber splashes the bubbles shining down from space dust
since the dinosours were baby snakes, the tip of the peninsula where creatures go to mate
where its darker than the predawn early morning late,
the sprinkle of gas dust and phlem of love and hate,
lichen got wet got ill before the light, moonshine on water falls and pink on mirror lakes
the stakes for high ROY G BIV will never die,
all colours shall survive, the tones and shades arcade undertaken by eye strain
so simple each pixel mother nature got more flavor, we can dye or we can see
now lets feel our eyeballs guess the paper under this sky shall me?