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#2 (permalink) |
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Music Addict
Join Date: Mar 2014
Location: UK
Posts: 107
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im mc toosik yeah im a bar spitter,
some call me the scar splitter, cos im a fuc.king hard hitter, and im better than you mate cos really you're far sh.itter. but i can laugh wit ya, cos you rhyme like marky marks sister. you think you a prince cinderella but I've seen your glass slipper, you fuc.king arse licker, nobody spits them bars sicker, in fact just reading this s.hit beats your heart quicker. you used to sip a half of bitter, now you just hit the hard liquor, these days you get banned from bars quicker, than Gary glitter with a nipper or a really large stripper. im not sayin im Jesus but mate this is your last dinner, im cold like harsh winter, and im told a fast thinker, in fact im a whole new class of ginger, you did one day in jail now you hold your arse sphincter. now we're talking, you've seen more rings than ricky hatton, and it still excites you, your dick leaves a sticky pattern, you said it was a girl but really? did that strictly happen? and i heard your dicks so small its like trying to split the atom. jeez he's hard to understand like he spits in Japanese, that's some shi.tty rapping geez, just quit the chatting please, and go back to your day job and stick to stacking peas. |
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Music Addict
Join Date: Mar 2014
Location: UK
Posts: 107
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this month has been one step forward, then two steps back,
yep its crap, i wanted it to take off like a jet pack, but its all gone wrong and I've gotta accept that, now my moods all dark like jet black. my pay cheque, less tax, was two grand down when i checked that, it got me stressed to the max, so i took a step back, to inspect the facts, whoever did this is gonna get their neck snapped, for the respect they lacked. you can bet that's a fact. then my car just died, mate i laughed and cried, feels like im swimming against a faster tide, and for the parts i tried, to search far and wide, even my father sighed, when i told him and took away half my pride. but anyway i fixed it, and the bill i paid made me feel a bit sick, the problem with bad luck is that sh.it sticks, and it was the very next day that the next bit hit. i shouldn't admit this, but i call my Mrs honey cos she's sweet but a bit thick, she's more inclined to check her lipstick, than the oil in her car with her dipstick, that might sound chauvanistic, but with this chick you've got to be a bit realistic, she said my cars broke down now im stuck like pritt stick, is god sadistic? what the fu.ck is this? has the apocalypse hit cos im about to go ballistic. so i went to the bank to see what we could afford to pay, on the way i raised my eyes up to the lord to pray, i said lord its James i hope you're feeling bored today, i need your help both our cars have been through the wars again, a ford k a and a Honda accord in grey, then a dove leapt up and just soared away. but it turns out to god im just a laughing stock, cos i turned up at the bank to see my cards been blocked, apparently people tried to take money out of it, i felt the pressure building and could tell i was about to flip, i couldn't help myself, i just had to fuc.king shout a bit, the cashier started spouting sh.it, about how i should calm down and sit, feels like im hanging on by fingertips while the mountain slips. |
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Music Addict
Join Date: Mar 2014
Location: UK
Posts: 107
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First one is my dad and my daughter when she was a baby.
Second one is my mum and my daughter more recently. I know its not really relevant but I never used to be any good at this kind of stuff and was quite proud of them. Lets say its cover art if that helps. What u think? |
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#9 (permalink) |
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Music Addict
Join Date: Mar 2014
Location: UK
Posts: 107
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Surell? Sparky? Are you there bro?
Or are you shopping for something that helps public hair grow? Cos that'd explain why you've gone quiet like a scarecrow, Do I care? No. I got bare flows, sipping tequilas but I don't wear no sombrero. I swear though, everywhere I go, I make my fair share of foes, but they're pros, compared to those you two are a pair of ho's. That line right there's cold, so much so the air froze, Everyone everywhere rose, and cheered as the fanfare blows, now you don't dare appose, you came too late and the fair's closed. Beware my prose, will make your girl not want to wear her clothes, If I asked she'd meet me anywhere I chose, There she goes, your fair betrothed. So if you battle me mate your prospects are slim, so don't expect to win, cos it normally ends with me having to text or ring up your next of kin, "Sorry sir but I regret that skin is all that's left of him". its quite a mess you're in, your text like flesh festoring, but now the bets are in so fuc.k it let's begin |
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Music Addict
Join Date: Mar 2014
Location: UK
Posts: 107
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I just want you to know you mean so much to me,
You must believe, I never meant to cut you deep. But the things you said tonight left me too crushed to speak, Cos it breaks my heart knowing you've lost your trust in me, And that I've caused you pain enough to weep, Built up to a point that it must release, cos it's too much to keep. Saw a single teardrop falling so I reached out and brushed your cheek, Tried to be strong for you but I'm just too weak, All the hurt in that teardrop just stuck to me, Felt like my heart got clutched and squeezed, What was calm seas just got blustery. I need your love more than I need stuff to breathe, And it sucks for me, cos This isn't how I wanted us to be. When I met you all my dreams came true but now they're stuck in custody, So at night it's tough to sleep. I'm haunted by that teardrop, it's left me a broken man, What of all our hopes and plans, us holding hands on molten sands, We spoke of lands, of using boats and trams and golden tans, Now life's just cold and bland, since you grabbed your coat and ran. |
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