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Well, haven't talked to Rachael at all today, but that's alright. She is clearly not the kind of woman for me. In the meanwhile, I wrote these last night:
Drinking a beer, while I’m blinded by my own tears? The fuzz fucked me so I couldn’t get
with dear chick, alcoholic, God watchin’ out for it, for me, MC’s that still remain, even in Maine probably get 1337 with lobster and greek. FOOD. As a four letter middle finger it’s as necessary as diatraphiko.
The rapture is the disappearance of a thousand gross humans, literally, impossibly, matter removed from reality instantly is the route of the righteous and free. But the limit of a dozen squares means a dozen G’s is too many unless we be alright with only staying on the mic for a few secs, see, maybe only eleven squared, since it seems to move out the unseeing.
Hey DOOM, lookin’ groomed, must be getting real nervous large by now sarge, *zoooom!* Is that blood comin’ out ya mask from the emcees which passed through your ass, as you so aptly cast? I see through that shit to your face, from which you spit, coz I already released it. “FUCK YO’ IMAGE”, prolly didn’t hear of it. See, it was real underground, and split, it only got released in my mind until I discovered I could’a wrote it, if only I’d been less sore from practicing free throws and dropping game winning three points on ladrόnitos, you see bro. Dot com. Internet. You know the three-letter acro’s been hearin’ it. Live on all three coasts at the same time, it’s time to get script flipped. MF Grimm, Mr. Carey, I know it’s kind of scary, but even on the grid you have to watch Oprah and Jim and The Cran-berriers could cover Irish scratch. Dropbombz dot com is like a harrier, hear-ier, you should get more serious. They get furious when you stop givin’ yers. *BLATCH!*
Context matters, allowing rappers, two names, one word, you understand, (bird word), either or, meltin’ ears, everybody proves!
so we, figure that, you’re not, inanimate animal, snoop dogg, bow wow, death row,
sound out, round out, correct knowl’, need not, learn crawl, ma holds, immortal grip, love spit, slap face, everybody proves!
It was a lot of fun!
Drinking a beer, while I’m blinded by my own tears? The fuzz fucked me so I couldn’t get
with dear chick, alcoholic, God watchin’ out for it, for me, MC’s that still remain, even in Maine probably get 1337 with lobster and greek. FOOD. As a four letter middle finger it’s as necessary as diatraphiko.
The rapture is the disappearance of a thousand gross humans, literally, impossibly, matter removed from reality instantly is the route of the righteous and free. But the limit of a dozen squares means a dozen G’s is too many unless we be alright with only staying on the mic for a few secs, see, maybe only eleven squared, since it seems to move out the unseeing.
Hey DOOM, lookin’ groomed, must be getting real nervous large by now sarge, *zoooom!* Is that blood comin’ out ya mask from the emcees which passed through your ass, as you so aptly cast? I see through that shit to your face, from which you spit, coz I already released it. “FUCK YO’ IMAGE”, prolly didn’t hear of it. See, it was real underground, and split, it only got released in my mind until I discovered I could’a wrote it, if only I’d been less sore from practicing free throws and dropping game winning three points on ladrόnitos, you see bro. Dot com. Internet. You know the three-letter acro’s been hearin’ it. Live on all three coasts at the same time, it’s time to get script flipped. MF Grimm, Mr. Carey, I know it’s kind of scary, but even on the grid you have to watch Oprah and Jim and The Cran-berriers could cover Irish scratch. Dropbombz dot com is like a harrier, hear-ier, you should get more serious. They get furious when you stop givin’ yers. *BLATCH!*
Context matters, allowing rappers, two names, one word, you understand, (bird word), either or, meltin’ ears, everybody proves!
so we, figure that, you’re not, inanimate animal, snoop dogg, bow wow, death row,
sound out, round out, correct knowl’, need not, learn crawl, ma holds, immortal grip, love spit, slap face, everybody proves!
It was a lot of fun!