To Rhymes God who's no more than a parasite
you sucked the lifeforce out my patience tonite
the paper who thanks you is as blind as the dead
the confidence you have is misplaced and mislead
and as I read the writings enscribed here on this site
remedies were prescribed by my mind to cure the trite
arrogance......I know all about it
for a while I as you were and the people allowed it
told me to hold the rhyme and never live without it
sold me a new faith that was never outted
And as the Lich desended to deal with the greedy
the sixth was spotted and there will be no treaty
you're as needy for attention as a female dog in heat
and the rhymes you kick were no lick so now taste defeat
and after you do spit it out and taste it again
for the after here is not about a rhyme, and is not a trend
the ghetto slang spewing from you lyrical oriphis is clogged up
and the limelight spectrallesys you speak of is hogged up
not by the Greatest to ever touch the mic
but by the Villian ex2. ruining you controlling your psyche
The Girls you have with you are no more than holographic illusions
riding in the backseat of your pinto just scitzophrantic delusions
pollution's all you could ever hold to that petty nameplate
just another fake muther fucko using a maintstream template
and my psychotic mindstate will be used to dispose of an ingrate
and as you dissipate into a thick cloud of vapors
and fly into a realm of long lost and forgotten papers
I just want you to know this one little itty bitty shitty thing
you can't be helped by Jay-Z, or any amount of Bling Bling
you can threaten to roll up my street if you want
bust off shots at my house while at the same time in your backseat I haunt
go ahead try to flaunt your lyrical stylings
just another folder in the dead column cabinet filings
I'll skim over you like perusing through the bible
using the ancient ink to paint my face looking trible
I'm ready to do battle, I'm ready to die
I may be extremely bad, and make you extremely cry
with blood tears coming out your eyes
and a last rhyme out your mind as the rapping spirit dies
burn your remains and stew you brains
my lyrics run through you like subway trains
slowly desolving any and all entrails
like a victim of a forest slasher...just another one of those campfire tales
so please little man spare me a hook
I went from a believer...to believing your're a time crook
and when the book closes I hope you remember
the Lich doesn't cut...mame or dismember
rather
he stops your mind and melts your eyeballs
deteorates your tongue as you let out your pleading calls
turns your hands into sand as you hold yourself up against walls
and breaks you like a mirror as your body falls
and you disappear like a passing fad
I may be extremely bad, but you're lyrically sad.........
Thank you.....Bitch |
Submission Name: The Warning
