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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
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TRESSES OF TRAYVON
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“Erotica
Wants”
#16 Thus
Spake Ill
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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
RETURN THE LEG
Ive been selfish guilty taken all that wasn't mine
I stole a man's entire leg, to keep for all of time,
I keep it underwraps between my thighs sometimes, outta sight,
Now his pride and stride, kinda limps to the side
but I just kept eyeing oh what else i did pine for
I needed more of him his lore I dreamed hed slowly hand towards me
cause what he took from me? my entire core for one thing
i mean, no question ive paid out the ass because of him
Hes damn lucky that Ive kept the leg in tact, actually
Cause His calves give me with more comfort than my kitty cat
At night, i keep it at my side, my rock prized delight,
I caress it sometimes when he ain't around or if he denies me
He firmly asked for it back, i told him not a chance
But hes not getting shit from me If he doesn't earn it back
Fool me not I won’t give up If I didn’t need it I’d rip it up
Id have him watch me destroy it just for enjoyment
This appendage has become my new obsession, my trophy
Here take this, it’s a promise, to be honest
I gave my word and he said surely he did also
3 knees deep in denial now was I for he had lied before
From the first to the last, every fallen breath hes had
He just wants his leg back! So I held it tighter, friends
Cause if I hit the bottom I’ll need this leg to help me up
Certainly the man will be too preoccupied with other stuff
Lend me his hand? Its a bluff, No matter how stuck
He would find a way to kick me to the dust blind my eyes shut
and still beguile me for the keys to the iron cuffs
But i wont budge, bite the dust? Nah, ill chew it up
No longer will I swallow any sorrow for what I borrowed
Tough love stuck in my teeth with an aftertaste of blood
His outreached hand? I mistook for here's my arm oops
His lips tell every lie but in his eyes I see his charm
I grabbed him by the wrist soon he sounded the alarm
Pulled back before I had the chace to amputate another body part
I confessed its his heart I have been after from the start
Mastered the game of lust, however not the art of love
Whatever spilled out of him i was quick to lap up
Getting closer indeed but still we standed in the dark
I told him lay the path ahead and id catch right up from behind
We were doing circles cause his limp fell into a stagger
Taking Longer than forever we missed out on our present and our futures
Recognized the shackles weighing which bind us is solid mass
Thats imprisoning our souls, soon a mutiny spiritual
Shall Unfold till we behold anew me that’s untouchable
So I had to let go, release the leg from my control
And End the fuss, for now the crutch was much too heavy and redundant
Thus my grip loosened up, and I gave it up
Now I stand alone and on my own is just enough
ORANGE SPED HEAD
You ain't even head you really just a sped,
Needing a demon or some meth to help you flow your hand,
Need a beat, I’ll write in bed my feet so0 cold from stagnant still breath
Even a slang a little twang to take my time to practice occupy my mind
If my tongues tied till I’m out of tries or when the pens about to dye
But never do I fade out; I keep it on track,
I puff I pass to you be from my soul and not my ass
I’m straight strapped with rhymes for miles, I foam from the mouth and eyes
For when my eyes and heart on fire the stars come out and lights abruptly
Stop my locks upon my mouth; try to make your smile come out
Because I’m a little spacey while the rest are kind janky,
I expect your ass to thank me from tid-bits from my compilation,
Smoke cigs in front of your kid, Pompous my main gig,
I trump your game in skill but speed remains with those who stick with it,
I’m killing time with lines too shy to institute my sky high style,
Even though I ain't book shows my flows are honest enough for funerals,
I’m a sinner please forgive me but my hunger for the thunder
Left my rhymes in hands of lifers and undertakers in crimes delighters,
In time accumulated clouds'll Google me in ponders,
My trace erased the double sighted mess behind my thoughts confessed
In stride I come back with lively bar in spite of lack
I ride it out I write it down this town is where I’m found
I ride it out I write it down I’m forever underground
Name dropping ain't my steez but there’s a reason to believe
I’m a creation of the west AKA HEAD under distress without an audience to caress
With all my rhymes and style go straight into the files,
I got limos hursts vans and cabinets worth: Lamborghini, Horsepower: Fettuccini,
my torque dependent upon my vials from Houdini,
Tongue tied my submitted bliss by my afro centric incident,
my venial sin stabbed my gut with "I'ma pass on dthis"
brass tax straight up this shade of pink ain’t tough
from this side of the court I rep the spot but you all are stuck,
can't even rot an apple at my place because I’m pegged,
appreciate the poison but my farmers keep me reg,
the sugar to my jelly more legendary than monarchies,
than mason jars than tarred and feathers tchotchkey's latch-key kids and wannabes,
I'm a HUE-man, a white lie, a whore for fast talking boys,
a warrior diploma with low-blows for sermons without purpose,
I oink at your green eyes while we both stare into mine,
a mirror and the sea a back drop from all of time,
being anything I please but I’m a boring shut in-emcee myself, you see,
I dig I dog I rock the bog, I swat you flies and corrode your logs,
I chase the beat and claim to be the best beast,
One day Ill feast while I lead the hokey-pokey - I TEASE
GCS
GCS, Gregory Charles Schultz
my lover brother one and only best friend and impulse
hes my dance partner prancer and my confidant
Speeding up my heart rate like a catapult
Just a little touch can make me quiver quite a bunch
Attached at the hip, hes geech, im bandit but he banned that shit
he laid so many tiles that ill be doing grout till Im out
Indulged so much me we bonded enough for an assault
Flipping notebook pages over tickled backs shoulder cats
The Tees were Traded tags tacked now his walls need plastered back
Connected when apart cause shes his half hes her facts
The whole worlds trying to figure out whats in their act
The bowl's packed his calves are firm we react standing back
Talking about the weak weakened or the weekend, brass tax
G&A all good still alive as we should
My baby boy Greg Schultz has my love that’s understood
We’ve jumped fences beat feet miles just to kick it in the woods
No biting for amanda she ask greg to smile please he shares teeth, pens in all these different colors
Minutes pass and hours last together greg commands she shut her trap
she wanna listen but theres always something that she wanna ask
his Patience always tested, back and forth confessions
hes a gift hes a present hes the past and future lessons
Geech the teacher at the school of equal love, a man does gregulate it
So its always fucking tough but do we really wanna graduate it?
in class drafting contracts passing notes letters paragraphs
On E fillin up which station? Min or his? Cigs is all we’re getting anyways so gas is his
He can read my breathing know exactly when i get ticked,
Passes me a squiggie I say he is pretty fantastic
He's the greatest listener and also the most crafty strange brain
Criminally insane how close we have gotten in our days,
nights endlessly connecting right into regret again
He keeps his distance but he always stays in close ranges,
my angel man greg vigilantly he observates me
getting ready sleeping washing me through the cracks of his eden
in the closet? Nah, but we get frisky not at all
I tell him one day everything will be OK and say
I love you greg wont you please come out and play
SEX ROUTINE
All Breezy - Eligh
been a long time, you aint been pleased
I say you get back into a sex routine,
cause when you get that feeling,
you know what's needed -
Sex beast release that needs pleasing
Yeah its been a minute
you need to really get it
you and he got a nice tight fitting
take it from the princess, dont forget
sex do your body good
get it right quick
Yeah, it’s been a bit about to throw a fit,
Been so long since you had some dick
Rubbing on your… Just a little bit
Ready set nymph really need a visit
Yeah, it’s been a grip you’re about to flip
Gotta have passionate kisses on your tits
Wanna of your fix, but I was cigarettes
Libido stay in track one sessions are legit
been a long time, you aint been pleased
gotta get back that sex routine,
When you get that feeling you know what’s needed
‘tis the season to be sleazin
It’s been too long and it seem so wrong
You’re asking everybody wears that cock gone
Do you want to give it up but you’re not having luck
Got some Lovin ain’t no fucking
So yeah, it’s been tough poor lil cunt
Handcuffed to the bed alone now you’re stuck
You’re swallowing a load you didn’t get this to suck
since when did man pass on slut?
Yeah, you really miss it
Never should have kicked it
Because now you really need to dude to frisk it,
I’ll admit it I’m a freak a little bit
The corner tracks still just ain’t my shit
So it’s about time while you’re in your prime
To get a good fuck buddy or like nine
Hit by a train gangs in the bang range
Wanna get nailed right by some strange
It’s been a long time you ain’t been pleased
But you gotta bring back that sex routine
gotta get it in, girl, you got needs
time to unleash your inner freak
you got nice jeans, mmhmm whats up
gotta find a man to tear it up
pussy ain't been free, unleash that beast,
Time for a real life fantasies
so yeah its been awhile, since you were pleased
but you gotta bring back that sex routine
fill me up right with some birds and the bees
who's got the sex needs you and me
DOPALOST ALONG THE WAZE
How come my dopamine just ain't enough to get me up?
Chemically entrusted me, I squeeze out the last of what I got
Feeling me till im pleased then PEACE reality, Im out
Off to a land where the scene ain't a front
Where the people got my back, where im leader of the pack
Nobody taxing my ass, its a fantastic blast
Arts and Crafts Laughs Fresh raps all that
Huge Stash of that funk, bottomless phat bags
left behind the past, went beyond the train of thought i had,
Finally a spot that belongs in me not on my pants
Where i'm at's the place to be, I'm out my mind but in my peace
Forget me not but never know really who i be
WHO I want to be you can see me through the trees
seems busting out my top notch upper body rock drop
in my pond nah man i think ill knock u out
watch out dont lose ya head hold ur breath
Cause this catatonic rhyming goddess a tsunami
Dropping More than just Haze, kamikazi sound waving
Verbal Arsenal about to hit you all with My name
Rhymes flow chronic beats until the crowd know me
Nod yes, applaud the princess like the rest,
but the response is kinda modest for the emcees i'm most proud and the ones i bump the loudest cause they can bless the crowd, give em something real to think about, leaving them in silence, wish I had a truth worth spillin out
any TRUE emcees still around to make me proud? Knowing when to bow and when to lead keeps me grounded. When Im wowed I give props and emcees my admiration
Your momma told ya, Quit bouncing on the bed, well my momma told me quit bobbing ya head
because we running out of tylenol, you'll never see me fall
cause i be climbing higher than the escalators at the mall
If you ain't on the wack track then you better adjust your path pop a Louie pop a fewey till a chemical attack
Reaction AA hey fools say my name take away the reputation but you still the same
You want it to be known – let it be done be known
we learnt it at school about the books we read at home
but who was that? Dr. someone, professor thatsafact
enough of phds gimme lmnopeace
to roll a leaf, Join the team, if you down with the scene these kids about the streets, but I'm more into paths, see
make way to the back yard, surprise party attack
pin down the asses, hit the kids with candy dishes,
bobbing for the Benjamins, gain some sense for petes d heavens's sake
they say sleep upon it when u really gotta think, i say nap on the table send your cards out saying thanks
take ya bed out to breakfast cause its time u laid upon the lovin
taking pillows to the face, cover up how many geese u chased
on the way to dinner got some head board
from across the plain i chase detail every day
patiently await the month of maize so i can say shucks like a give a fuck today
How come my train of thought never stopped to let me off? Mentally entrapped am i next time I’m getting off… Squeezing out the back cause I came into the front. This trolley will probably pick me up at the next corner block. I wanted to be known, so let it done be known I learned at school about the movies I never saw and slept through.
CANDY TIME
Candy - Snoop Dogg
Amanda and Him yo, we be hanging out
Like almost every day, cause I like what he about
and He likes what I'm about
So We talk a lot of business, smoke a lot of cigs
and do our thing - what it is
This kid be number 1 on my list
cause I like it when he .... When we kiss
and he's got a sister too yeah that chick is the shizz
and although I might be cheesin', I know we ain't gonna fade out
Rowdy when we get together, sittin' on the couch,
No Doubt's what I said when he asked me out
I told him Lay the Tile, and I would do the grout
Cause If I got a task to do, yea, I know he wanna help me
He be by my side, tighter than a belt
We're holding hands, we've got the greatest one's they could have dealt
We're golden, never foldin', rubbin' shoulders, hearts are stolen
And I told Him - tons of things he never knew
And keep it whisper low, keep it rollin'
Show each other who we are, our eyes are never closin'
He and Me , here to stay , till hell and earth be frozen over
loaded by emotion like we're riding roller coasters
No need to boast about it, post a sticky note upon the fridge
Playing tricks upon eachother like we were some little kids
I'm telling you, theres no other dude that I dig
You thought it was a twig when Its really like a stick
AMANDA and Gregg so this is what it's likeshe does all the barking and he takes all the bite, she really is a bitch yo but he's a narcissist, together in sadomasochistic bliss, hissing at him acting kind of finicky she wish, he didn't take so many risks giving kisses never fists, this is Love pain brain sex be the game con, Amanda's love to play never do she listen what he say, his mission say the same keep cleaning out of prison, because AMANDA try to train him good but never can she tame him, stabbed her in the heart she bled but never dissed him, never guessed it'd be him that she'd be dreaming knowing he's the reason she be crying out Jesus please, what's with all the teasing but she always ends up falling too much love fuss drugs helpless hell set on repeat, she still thinks she'll keep him believing, she lost herself believing in a dream never xlxoxoxo
From concrete circus stunts to window pane frosted love front the balance shifts from trusted flaunts and muffled grunts; I sign in motion try try again responses stifled by a trite beginning, Screening hugs for kissing cut from feets mangles like an honest scrub, scrapes of skin left behind for glimpses of my lover’s chin hes mine, Out of tears, Full of love, Time is ours to train the dove for what we covet is our A1 Strain to reach back and say enough could we speak on taps, in silence, under crescent moons above foolish youths, is our crime os displaced connection really all that sinister in this correction center this boxed in quarateeny-tiny eden of lost freedom? Flashes of after shadows and glances back and forth behind leave we shafted – now we’re the victims of our own sensational excersizes, might this moment be exhalted by society’s involvement; fore to share every bit of what was never declared could fill novels and flood minds with madness, Punished only by the earth as it has been compressed into our girths torn from gates of sharp synapses interweaving our prophetic disaster and strangling whos our master leading the spectacle? Are the actors in fact the last to hear of this attack upon betweens stacked for 56 22 867 316 sequenced events pulsing moments of sass? The guards bugs trains scuffs the knock the cuffs the ups and crouch downs and eagle crotches and butts and tough luck keeping we from us, bitter as hell we keep us stellar, for falling face first, facing the truth being the tastes of tacos and chicken stock this visit to my lover in the dark has been unforgettably fun
GRAM - We will provail, we will make our dreams come true, we will abolish the obstacles forseen paths bring. Our minds hold the hands of times apart. So much tickle so much poke left to resonate for lifetimes wrote but unspoken stories wil be took in turns every side evoked when home base forever remain known.
You are a warrior but have been captures but the irmanda armada and you are being held captive and forced to use your exceptional skills and detect surrounding land masses , the islands yeilding fruit had been looted and claimed by a few bleek priors but those land masses housing the silent, slinky tree dwelling tiger populations took keep feline foundation abilities and excellent sensitivity training. the armada shall forever seek the perfect specimen using her POW's direction as her advisary and decorated prince of brutal stoicism and awesome Phantasia, G. <3
Straying beyond personal comfort accelerates personal perception. losing ones engulf morale principal blinding sensory conceptions harnessing ones persona will corrupt the mind leading to personal decay. Unseen thought processes stimulate the mind personal validation no longer pursued never push judgment for they could be your greatest advisor. Cautiously decipher friend from foe it cannot be unraveled cleanly pride is knowing when to bow and when to leave marginal progress is no easy task never forget the capacity to inspire
Greg and Amanda we be hanging out like almost everyday cuz I like what he about and he like what I'm about so we talk a lot of business smoke a lot of cigs and do our thing what it is this kid beat number 1 on my list cuz I like it when he when we kiss he's got Hey sister Lizzy that chick is the shizz
I know I maybe cheese in but I'm sure we aint going face out Rowdy when we get together sitting on the couch no doubt what I said when he finally asked me out
If I got a task to do he always want to help me he be by my side tighter than a beltnever felt so right yeah I think I'm about to melt I told him lay the tile and then I could do the grout
Holding hands we got the greatest ones they could have dealt never folding we be golden rubbing shoulders hearts are stolen yeah I told him
Tons of things he never knowed and he listens and we grow together whisper low keep it rolling show each other who we r eyes are never closing
Buddy's we have been but we about to be a rose and from my fingers to my toes into my nose I know we chose in G and A here to stay till hell and earth be frozen
Overloaded on emotion ride a rollercoaster we steaming hot like we fresh out of the toaster we be the most greatest team ever known coast to coast no need to boast about it
Post a sticky note on the fridge building bridge playing tricks like we was kids
There really aint no another man that i think i dig, i thought this was a twig but its really like a stick
Amanda and greg so this is what its like she does all the barking and he take all the bite
she really is a bitch yo but he's a total sadist
together on a psychopathic journey death wish
wish for bliss hissing at him acting finicky she wish
he didnt take so many risks giving kisses never fists
this is love and pain brain sex be the game
amandoes love to play never does she listen to what he say
his mission stay the same keep clean and out of prison
cause Amanda try to train him good but never can she tame him
stabbed her in the heart she refused to give him space
together they remain insane bond aint gonna break
never guessed Greg would be her nemisis she love to hate
Dreaming bout the day she be on his list he make
wanna lean upon him crying out he push her away
too much love fuss drugs nothing ever be ok
pleasure suffering every day never fade
but she thinks shell keep him double pleasure for the pain
Lovers friends for forever, no matter how they change
May have lost her self a bit, a brother what she gained
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REPRIMANDA
#7 Thus Spake We
AMANDA landed quite a man but she gave him the upper hand
Sure she gave a damn but never did she reprimand him,
stand up when she should have banned him,
canned him passed him up like she should have ran shit,
see the things he puts her through leave her lost without a clue,
she remains afraid to step up and speak the truth, and he crept around testing out how weak her clutch had grew, before she could refuge he would blow a giant fuse, he regroup with his old crew she was duped more than a few times, but she kept preoccupied and just let him do his grind, he kept waiting for the chew out but she loved him great amounts, even though he makes her blue she just let it do, day by day the BS accrued she refused to get rude, felt like raising hell but he was one she didn't want to lose, relationship would ruin if she didn't help out her dude, why did she let it ruin inside when he should have been accused, she used to check him when he stepped up acting like a fool, now he tools around the city like he's got something to prove, nothing but I love you out of her mouth and in it food, he subdued her when she caught him stealing all her mothers jewels, she pursued him because she liked how he was breaking all the rules, rendezvousing be improving ways that she deals with his mood, sores and wounds neglected because her brain was the one affected, tell the folks it ain't a joke because she does want to elope, could use a list of dues and don'ts on top of her own parade and float, he said nope no more dope but still he ain't no pope, mope around frowning because he wants a ride to get some smokes, hope that Amanda has some gas because he is sure broke, she thinks he's always working actually he hasn't woke, up before 10 in a minute without his dad enforcing this thing called discipline, grinning as he screams her calls smoke a CIG before we kiss, pissing on her hopes and wishes force her to sit still and listen, she remains a pacifist, dissing herself from hissy fits, the bitch which he so desperately misses incest we played the fifth