FUCK I CANT STOP WRITING
Damn. This is disgusting but it's fucking true. Everytime I take a dump and about to hop in the shower before I want to go to bed I fucking think of some sick ass lyrics right when I'm turning the water on. I'll be thinking about something I did today, as for example today I told this guy how it is when I was in line at Publix. Asking me shit, and I told him the truth. Damn it felt good to watch his face. Like he didn't expect it, it was great. I told him they only offer Publix Promise's on Publix items and they will only do non-Publix items if they just want to get rid of you. That's exactly how I said it. And he was so shocked, then he's like "but before it was everything except beer and cigarrettes." and I go, well I've been here 2 years and as far as I know it's only on Publix items. Then since he thinks he's so damn right because if he wasn't right then he'd actually figure out that he's an ignorant little annoying fucker that people want to get rid of he goes "Well have you ever run a register?" Then I'm like.. Sir I'm a cashier. Omg his face when he realized he was wrong. Then I thought about when I used to live a lie and how it exploded so fucking hard in my face, not just once or twice but everytime and I got sick of it, and I wrote some more lyrics. Damn freestyling shit is addictive. I see why wigger's live their life on it, but then again some people just don't have it, and wiggers are still stupid because if you base your whole life philosophy on it and hope you are going to go somewhere, you turn stupid and stop making sense. And turn into 50 cent, except you don't live 9 gunshots.
Sick lyrics take 4:
Man I don’t wanna lie
Don’t wanna have to deny
Don’t wanna redesign my mind
Don’t wanna have to read between the lines
Don’t wanna have to change my mindset
Make a new concept
Build a whole project
Get a new inlet
Have some new output
Have to force my way through it
What don’t you get?
But I talk to you instead
Making up lies in your head
The real ones who are dead
Wearing the designers clothes
Carrying about 4 bitches and hoes
Thinking you got it under control
Man truth is what about
This is where it’s at
Getting fat on simplicity
Understanding life’s amenities
Talking all day about entities
Just to be there
Just to be rare
Just to be fair
That’s all I care
That you’re you
You’re what you want
You’re what you see
And you’re what you flaunt
Just to be what you be
This ain’t no joke
About bein real
It’s just so surreal
To not be Allie McBeal
To not live a hokes
And to live with your folks
It’s all natural
It’s what you got
Lies are unimaginable
They show you what you’re not
Make a new life
And a new onset
Just for what
So you ain’t upset?
Upset about what man
That you ain’t tan
That you don’t got fans
That you ain’t really a man
Man none of us are
We see one person
And we follow them like the North Star
Stopping at nothing
To be like him
Pressing your buttons
And living in sin
Man he’s just as bad as you
Seeing what we see the other people do
Hey man don’t yell at me
Can’t you see
I’m just making you see through.
Sick lyrics take 4:
Man I don’t wanna lie
Don’t wanna have to deny
Don’t wanna redesign my mind
Don’t wanna have to read between the lines
Don’t wanna have to change my mindset
Make a new concept
Build a whole project
Get a new inlet
Have some new output
Have to force my way through it
What don’t you get?
But I talk to you instead
Making up lies in your head
The real ones who are dead
Wearing the designers clothes
Carrying about 4 bitches and hoes
Thinking you got it under control
Man truth is what about
This is where it’s at
Getting fat on simplicity
Understanding life’s amenities
Talking all day about entities
Just to be there
Just to be rare
Just to be fair
That’s all I care
That you’re you
You’re what you want
You’re what you see
And you’re what you flaunt
Just to be what you be
This ain’t no joke
About bein real
It’s just so surreal
To not be Allie McBeal
To not live a hokes
And to live with your folks
It’s all natural
It’s what you got
Lies are unimaginable
They show you what you’re not
Make a new life
And a new onset
Just for what
So you ain’t upset?
Upset about what man
That you ain’t tan
That you don’t got fans
That you ain’t really a man
Man none of us are
We see one person
And we follow them like the North Star
Stopping at nothing
To be like him
Pressing your buttons
And living in sin
Man he’s just as bad as you
Seeing what we see the other people do
Hey man don’t yell at me
Can’t you see
I’m just making you see through.