got-2-pay

yo i stand at a stance, forminable
kanibal, in the stand still glare, a art form, eating a handfull
a human gizards, pourin atop is the syrup
pancakes, half baked from sniffin propane
king of the hill, king of psychartric pills
coffee give me a second cup, sugar and caffanee
is all i need
lose my masturbation hand to diabetees
spittin on seeds was my intension
detination

Counter-Strike Nexon

Hey I play CS:Nexon, you should too, very fun game, nice guns and custom skins

Just Some Rubbish Poetry

hellrazor, light saber, hella crazier than a hyper street fighter 2 turbo
stick it to the man, with a brick into a fan
spinnin, sinnin, beginnin, winnin, your lights dimmin, from high tension
stress caused from no reason, ease up on that riddilin you been snortin
your momma and sister ive been porkin, let it repeat and start loopin
round and round in the solar system, big bang is what i call it
drinkin a molotov before i throw it, into the rapture, pros get it
in camera and take action

Soulfull

who hates me, yes you do, who drinks moutain dew, yes i do, diffrence between me and you

you got some, i dont got any. so what happended to the girls, slain suicide chain grenades in existitence, turn a hurricane 360 degrees, mega sonic super insominiac on ex lax taking zanax just to get some sleep and zippity do dahh in my pants, lance only had one chance, where are we going, ex lax this page on default, forgotten space of hope, rope tied tight, slighttly blinder than the sidewinder twisted dizzy admissivlly dressing casually, casutaulty zombie on a computers pc, uber newber, grouper of mp3s stuck on a castrophic steam of peer to peer networking

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the satanic sultan of fly swattin
death causes framed recolections
preminsions. death only harbors wishes
switches than folds away
how gay shall I say this misery we've touched has gone today
pray for the young lad
dad on the couch with one eye open

Porno (Unfinished)

Porno (unfinished)

tired of porno, watchin chicks gettin it up the cornhole
everytime id be doin my thing, sellin my soul
under the tide, the water be full
in my lungs, its clear
no addiction to breathing toxxins
submission to masturbating addicition
tell yourself sumthin
you dont end up on my way, the dead way
diebetic and bipolar
controller got to be turned on or off
but you couldnt if didnt have batterys

Threshold (Unfinished)

Threshold (Unfinished)


throwing fists through a threshold
that i cant console
selling a soul to a nomand
thru the sands of time
im not friendly
im your worst known enemy
worst known nightmare
you scared'???
thought soo
every chapter is a new beginning
so thier is no ending