90s rap, by pat
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Blitzin and sittin. I'm fixin on doin it in.
I
grin. I sin. I'm fuckin spinnin track verses
Round house Shreq four
Poe lease store.
a whore was like " yo.. do me". And I'm like "uhhh..
No"
Fuckin friends like you do
second best like you do
with your chest
brand new. Sticky bamboo.
Biggie bad panda. Panthers
up in the trees. Sticken up for the breeze
It’s a reason to be.
Bees. Bark on the trees. Back on your knees.
Back up the beat. pack up the treats.Sack up
and Beg me please
Ashamed, I'm
aimlessly aiming. Amazing. I'm feeling. A bit condescending
You like what you see? well you might be a freak, and you
might want to seek out
a new conversation.
leads to persuasion.
Invasion of ants. dance. Lance Vance. rant can't pant like
a
dog.....
No.
I break up into pieces. Piece it together
and whether or not
you spot the spot.
admit you're not a lot
yeah
your not that spacey boy astronaut.
an anomaly
anonymously
leaking elixir
fixity fixer. Mr. mix Shit salad tell me What did you say?
That’s what I thought
mad women
a map of the bad criminals
zappin a fat cinnamon
glass of that old pinnacle
shit
a bit bare
with the wrath of a bear scaring
a dastardly dog carrying
amethyst
conglomerated
rated R, bar none
acupuncturing
gun smoke
a melatonin, toke, and a biscuit a piece
PC piper
cold cuts off a limb with a knife
fat cashing master bait
tackle, and jelly to bite
preserving space jam
hat with a jacket to match
tacked up photos of Bruce Lee
and Bruce Wayne
Wayne manor
I'd rather explain
rather be happy to pay
Dad for a crappier day.
I'm fixed soaking tooth aches
in bisquick and piss top
dollar for your shit-talking hash tags
salad tossing apparatus
armature on a radical
man grinning
as actual
as furniture
wrappin a broke limb
in factory
smoke fillin in
nappy and dope denim men
necessary feminist hair
I’m not prepared for a cob salad
sort of like a bad
hairdo. A new
piece
to the paper blue noise
in a focal view
high-rise
cellophane shoes
Scooby do don't
don't be a murder man
scaring kids
serenading scarecrows
sacrifice satin like
ice
nice
maybe I can make a mean price
bright
I can be content
I can be a sunny side egg
dent on an awful guys Bentley
friendly
I can shoot shit
with the bad boys
sad boys
corduroy jeans
and an opal headed ring
I’m
looking for
booze up at the scene of the crime
Ive got
sixteen dollars and a pile of dimes
up in my head
ache up in my
head like a weathered old bitch
I've got
super college knowledge
I apologize
Mixed up. looking for causes
cause it saws
it claws it paws at my
internal thoughts
and it aught to be critical
Literal lists of fits and fists
cynical. physically
ready to be open
I'm hoping
I can be
anything
but everything that I see
is everything but anything
I'm rendering a catchphrase
two one two
your boys are blue
scratch that
toys and attitudes
a Malibu Ken doll
bent on Adderall
and anyhow
I meant to vent
I'm not spent
I'm just saying
a mystical collaboration
in a nation of amazing amateurs
enamel on the alley chairs
open
flies up
ties for guys
and I'm
coping
exchange these
lies for lies in this
city-like town-like space
like wow like
How the heck are ya mon? It's football now
no it's
Nerf
or nothin
It's a bagel shaped muffin
It's a ladle worth touchin if you think its worth fuckin
with
thick
like an out of body
hand to god
I manned up
on a melancholy
ample sod
I manned up
A knock at your door
is it not
what your looking for?
looking for
skeleton skin cells
innocence
settin up
basement call down
I'm all out of instinct
pigs stink
sippin up
drinks and
trippin on
life and words
and birds fly
in the most high
mostly
I could think
things like
open toad shoes
and open frogs too
and I'm cookin up stew
Like a mad man
Damn
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Posted: 2014-02-09 21:26:46 UTC |
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