So there I was. Trying to eat a vase. The shards are painfull but blue. It still feels good, that much is true! For all you whiners Saying "stfu dude you are no poem designer!"
My answer to that is purple, Following an ancient circle! True and brown it really is. Almost identical to the look of jizz...
Now here I am with zero immagination. In iceland I am the greatest nation! Yet I continue to make these poems, If you try to stop me you're just dumb!
The mere thing that can stop me is boredom. And its already starting to take its toll. But in this blog I have the freedom! You do to so here I roll
Uhumm, I like glass so tender and brown Stfu d-bag stop acting like a clown. And that made me put up a huge frown... Then the world goes Ga-BLAWN!
On May 12 2012 04:20 micronesia wrote: Twas the night before mother's day I think kittens are cute Got invited to the golf course to play I love it when cats toot.
Merging together two independent topics It is 3:20 pm right now leads to irrelevant rhymes in the tropics What time is dinner
On May 12 2012 04:20 micronesia wrote: Twas the night before mother's day I think kittens are cute Got invited to the golf course to play I love it when cats toot.
Merging together two independent topics It is 3:20 pm right now leads to irrelevant rhymes in the tropics What time is dinner
Now we have ourselves a rap battle officially
Sup brahhh you're no man, I know you trick, you but a big ass scam!
You've lost this battle so fast, I can already hear your squeals Your lyrics are stuffing, so now I know how gravy feels,
Making poems is my job, Now ill sling you some raps, What you made last year was less than my income tax
On May 12 2012 04:20 micronesia wrote: Twas the night before mother's day I think kittens are cute Got invited to the golf course to play I love it when cats toot.
Merging together two independent topics It is 3:20 pm right now leads to irrelevant rhymes in the tropics What time is dinner
Now we have ourselves a rap battle officially
Sup brahhh you're no man, I know you trick, you but a big ass scam!
You've lost this battle so fast, I can already hear your squeals Your lyrics are stuffing, so now I know how gravy feels,
Making poems is my job, Now ill sling you some raps, What you made last year was less than my income tax
BOOOOOOMMM!!!!
Am I doing it right?
Copying what others have done is not doing it right
Lyrics: colder than a Dairy Queen Blizzard, rebel since I was five, went running with scissors Turn the beat up, it's all that I need, Rocking my pumas ... and my white tee Fast, Son, that ain't fast— I'm rising faster than the price of gas got irrelevant flow, everyone know, cause now they follow me home, to try & sit on my thrown, In your ends youll be known as a loser when i catch u slippin' ill give u a bruiser This is a job -- I get paid to sling some raps, What you made last year was less than my income tax Your lyrics are stuffing, so now I know how gravy feels, I'll call you Gerber 'cause ya spittin' up some baby meals Ain't no need for wondering who's the man, this rap was done, before it began
Mr.Bimbles dont no wat tu say I got more bitches and pay than what he may liscence da paint Yo beatz gots me down reelz Cuze dey on dey heelz An' now u aint mo than a saint
On May 12 2012 07:26 Roe wrote: Mr.Bimbles dont no wat tu say I got more bitches and pay than what he may liscence da paint Yo beatz gots me down reelz Cuze dey on dey heelz An' now u aint mo than a saint
Stfu btch im king UP IN HERE! Whats up d-bag you're little queer! Sorry I copy pasted, brahhh Ohhh well, atleast I'm not always wasted!
Time to gtfo you little tucker. I know your mom's hot, well atleast I didn't s*ck her! I'm better then you at this sh*t, i'm for sure! Atleast I got a better job then a poor'old trucker
Sorry bro I might have gone to hard on you all Trust me when I tell you in real life your a baller!
*sorry about all the swearing, no harm intended, just good fun! ^^*
EPT
