Discussion in 'Overtime: Off-Topic Discussion' started by MisterE, Apr 12, 2012.
whats up bro, how you been?
8 rnadom bars i made up a while ago
I'm going under the knife for open heart surgery
Until my chest is equipped with Tony Stark's circuitry
So if you're ahead of your time, I'm the predecessor
Who will make any battle a thing you should've never entered
I sport the most impressive record, so leave now
Or watch your head get severed like a fucking Pez dispenser
I'll cut you like Leatherface sawing through a hedger's maze
& spit enough fire to leave the Everglades set ablaze
Me not so good at read and write
That had some dope rhyming, EG.
Guess I'll post something, these aren't very new.
Skyrim vampirism, AB mustache
barely read the font, where my HD plugs at?
a tad high, transcribing H.P. Lovecraft
but I'm bound to fuck it up..like a bay leaf blunt wrap
no atlas, road maps labelled useless junk
cold saggin', fumin' up the moving truck
cromagnon on some stupid stuff, here to wager
prove my lungs are bolt action when I clear the chamber
but fuck that dumbass gun rap simile
I puff pass scumbags, hunchbacked physically
a day's peace? sleep, z's and rape dreams
deep freeze our shame cause we done passed chivalry
lungs deaded cause my blunt sessions extreme
drug test end up like the blood test from The Thing
R.J. Macready, stark raving, the bar game is greasy
heart race at speeds of a car chase when I spark dank
that magic touch, you could stargaze, parlay with genies
or practice luck with an arcane dark mage to beat me
I'm handin' out punches how Pacquiao does it, arms trader
four tokes, massive clouds, force choking Darth Vader
hard fact; lifted as fuck, as if I was gutted
hunger pains in the Sarlacc pit of my stomach
then I'm pinned to the rug with a grin on the mug
comatose, overdosed, roaches close like I'm livin' with bugs
I'm trying to figure out where the line is. If I keep telling you how much I love your writing is it going to get creepy? Obviously I love a fucking Lovecraft reference...the bolt action lungs shit is crazy too.
Your shit (on paper anyways) reminds me of a more cleanly structured Goretex from back when.
Oh my God, man fuck you. I just spent the last minute and a half desperately trying to pronounce your fucked up ass name...my fuckin' tongue hurts...
Hah, pronounced just like its spelled my friend! Yogth-Soth-Oth, now put it all together. (I guess it helps to know those are short o's, like yawgth-sawth-awth)
Yog-Sothoth - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (in case you were curious of the incredibly nerdy origin)
Yog-Sothoth isn't that difficult to pronounce...
It's because you put the extra "th" in there...
You spelled it "YogthSothoth"......
That shit is fuckin' turrible....wtf....
yeah yo, that last DP joint was nuckin futs.
I just posted this in the second round of the RSTL's tourney....
Sinnin’s not for moderate types - illegal enterprise kills people – ends their lives/
And I was heavy in my lane the envy of the game - livin’ posh - the profligate life/
Takin’ my life in my hands, facin’ time in the can - it’s the cost of offin’ the white/
With a crooked grin, I dished to workers, but I should’ve been a different person/
In an office with a doctorate - an obstinate wife/
But terror and dismay came soon enough, tearin’ at my frayed lame useless bluff/
The error of my ways made luminous my straight ruinous arrogant disdain/
And vain hubris, but it ain’t humorous - I’m married to this pain.../
So harken now, it started out with no stress at all/
Hustlin’, trappin’ - bundle stashed in an old tennis ball/
I hit the streets fast with a cold sixteenth of cheap glass – no mixed drink/
I cruised – I stayed on the cash route/
Doubled up a couple times - fumbled but recovered mine/
And moved straight to a half ounce/
Hangin’ with the fiends around, slangin’ ni**as teeners now/
Commune with jakes, and you’re ass out /
But my bastard of a plug was funny/
Playin’ tricks like Babs and Buster bunny/
He got eighty sixed - can’t lose respect - my game changed plans/
New connect - same weight for a fraction of the money.../
But cats were duckin’ from me - I’m takin’ counterfeit bills/
Still cakin’ - ounces flipped – blatant power trips – makin’ cowards sit still/
Pride and fame allied with strain as I became grind certified with each deal/
Heedin’ the call and the lure of being an entrepreneur, I diversified into e-pills/
Chillin’ with goons – a villainous crew who liked to murder guys for cheap thrills/
Whoa! - now I’m hot – plenty stacks - had to cop me a car so/
I broke down and dropped twenty racks on a brand new Monte Carlo/
At this stage, man, I figured I needed some heat with me, brethren/
Had to flip a gauge and a blicka – a piece - a .357/
Shit, now I’m stuntin’ at sideshows – chiefin’ some sticky/
Rollin’ – flossin’ on my rims, throwin’ caution to the wind /
In town I’m frontin’ like I hold the key to the city/
A hungry tyrant - makin’ my pay - workin’ with pounds/
Justly tryin’ to alienate the jerks and the clowns.../
I was baskin’ in dumb cash and the fun lasted ‘til my grandmother died which impinged/
The compassion I had tucked inside and caused a massive divide within/
Then, if for the first time, I prayed - I felt deceitful/
I mourned tragedy; Lord answer me -
When did I curse thy name and meld with evil?/
I wanted to quit my clientele - I’m startin’ to slip – I might as well/
But the income was too available - in sum, I proved incapable -
It’s hard to admit - I tried and failed/
I discovered somehow a kid suffered from bouts of cardiac arrest/
Almost killed from blowin’ shards of glass and yet/
I was blinded by currency on the grind like a worker bee so still I sold him a hearty bag of meth.../
Stop and cue the drama;/
At this point, I’m a sad case – I’m due for some hard karmic justice ‘cause/
My sick ploy to stack paper through narcotic substances/
Is causin’ too much trauma/
And my ass was close to seeing my next arraignment on various charges/
Apropos, I was being investigated by the Sheriff’s department/
See, greed deceives you and I was helpless and despaired/
I’m tellin’ ya – I swear – I felt it in the air like Beanie Sigel.../
The truth is I was nose divin’ fast/
Muthafuckas! – undercovers doin’ controlled buys with cash/
One fuckin’ day, I took a walk to the gym/
Pumped some weight - shook the spot I was in/
Slippin - now I’m strollin’ up the street, thinkin’ ‘bout smokin’ on some tree/
On some foul shit, a Crown Vic and a Lincoln Town’s rollin’ up on me!/
My gait slows as the cars stop and plainclothes narc cops/
Are askin’ my name - I’m rackin’ my brain, but I’m frozen up and weak/
Like I wasn’t old enough to speak – but I know enough to see I’m goin’ up the creek!.../
I scream – I’m tossed on my face - read my Miranda rights/
A knee drops on my waist - the bracelets are fastened tight/
But they couldn’t snap or break me, son!/
Jurisprudence wanted to turn me, but I got an attorney to handle the job/
I’m lookin’ at eighteen months/
It sure is ruthless, but fuck the law and a jury, I’ll answer to God!.../
And you can bet it’ll be hard to know when that debt’ll be reckoned/
Though I’m left with a bleak scarred soul and a felony record/
So be true to yourself/
‘Cause avarice and vice are sacrilege to life/
Greed ruins your health/
But know considerin’ this won’t save ya/
‘Cause when you face the end, your greatest sins/
Are those committed against your own nature…./
Holy hell, that's extremely well written at points. I mean, the whole thing is but certain parts are lined up perfectly. I absolutely love that type of shit.
Yeah, thanks man...all that shit actually happened to me so it pretty much just poured out of me...lol...
I just posted this in the RSTL's round 3.....go vote for me, mawfuckas....I need the monaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy.................lol
Poison comes in a variety – its forms and facsimilies
Are destroyin’ the young – the virus eats and tortures man physically
It’s the nature of the beast to deal underhanded blows – each hit to the disadvantaged
The fates sure never cease to wield thunder fashioned in opiates for the simple masses...
The media monopoly's feeding us philosophy and seeing its pathology is priceless
In the land of materialism - bad dreams and flat screens
Are quick to spam your bleary field of vision - you’re constantly silenced -
Heavily in debt while we’ve steadily been fed bile and numbed
On sensory overload - we’re meant to be comatose - sessile like a reptile in the sun...
Desensitizing imagery breeds death – a violent symphony
Played for the fast paced lames in the rat race – each clef a trying injury
When chasing the American dream means engaging in nefarious schemes
To worship the dollar or be forced into squalor
And disagreein’ means simply being deemed a terrorist fiend
It means it’s greed that’s denyin’ history...
Priorities invert, and minds are morbidly inert
The blind forcibly define the lines formed and we reverse time morally -
The primeval’s sold under the guise of evolution
It divides people – though some will strive for retribution...
But most are left in a daze
Psychological warfare is waged – an invention
Through fear mongering and doomed sanity
It might be comical if more cared or paid attention
Proof it’s near conquering humanity? - The ghost of Eddie Bernays
Is present today in every display - in every commercial deal and advertising gimmick
It’s in heavy dispersal ‘til the bastardizing’s finished, though he’s dead in a grave...
So smash your television with with an eight pound sledge
‘Cause cats get requisitioned - snatched and left in prison -
And I’d rather die than have to fry when they invade our heads...
The start of something I wrote a couple weeks ago, influenced By Bender's older stuff, like Hintonburg, and The Bird and The Snake. Honest Feedback is appreciated. Sorr
Single mother runs for cover
from the circling buzzards overhead
Birds of prey feast on the
blood and guts of sluts who end up dead
Moved into a nondescript derelict
in the conflicted side of town
where masochists are banging tricks
and all kings become uncrowned
She had a beautiful blue eyed girl
who had all the potential in the world
Intelligent individual; wondering why galaxies whorled
Interested in ethics ;she wasn't even seven yet
So goes the story of Anisette
the life she lived; insidious
hideous; scarred by drugged out idiots
her life would swirl downwards
to where the fire burns and devil churns
Honourable intentions; but a vulnerable victim
Digging her way into a grave
where syringe needles lay;
despite her best efforts to test fate
The little girl became a prodigy
surrounded by a hurricane of mediocrity
and at the tender age of twelve
she worked on putting published work up on the shelves.
Trajectory angled at self-destructive
Mother was her angel of black corruption
Wings of steel and shades of grey
a Halo lined and laced with cocaine
She started sucking dick to catch a fix
drowning in the river styx; Hades with a trident
a tyrant gripping a broken crucifix.
Ravenous, those last two are fiery man. Your an amazing writer. I can understand why your style might not appeal to everyone, but that doesn't make it any less impressive to me. Excellent shit
This is from rd 2 of the RBL i'm in, vs. Origin
Your deaths enclosed: switchblade shanking his Memento’s
Take a letter opener to his envelope and empty out his mental notes
Origin hasn’t e-volved yet, so I'm in his sweet doll’s neck
Got his lady splattered…taking the baby batter like a T Ball set
Gagging while drool falls, the nasty scag clambered from zoo walls
With Amazon mule calls and left my back with more scratches than an amateur pool hall
Fake faggot, watch this lil kid get laced, he’s concealed in dense haze
Your not gangsta bitch…you thought Jada kiss was a Will Smith sex tape
Dip shit, your sparring armless…so starch ya garments with tar for hardness
You harmless carcass, signing Bizarre’s fan club don’t make you a Marshall Artist
Watch me upgrade Origin’s faggoty dork noise
He‘d love, ’I’m a Hoagie sandwich with pork loin…goin ham on you Poor Boy‘s!’
I’ll learn the little child, paternal with the style
Birthed from my canal, then shoved a hunting blade in his throat and put Gerber in his mouth…faggot
Thanks for the compliments....means alot coming from the person who wrote the above verse....shit was rocket fuel, homie....lol....
Thought this was a thread about reading, you know, NOVELS and BOOKS and stuff. Dissapointed.
These last few have been great. Ravenous' shit was stupid nice. MisterE's verse was ridiculous. Dead at the baby batter, pool hall, Martial artist, etc. lines.
^love your sig
"I'm Tarantino's rare cerebral nightmarish inherent evil"
He's actually trying again!
Not my best, but from round 1 of the RBL's
vs Suave and Darric
STFUp…you little faggots get slapped unconscious, catatonic
Cramming anabolic steroids and neither of you pussys are half as brolic
Slashing shorty’s, daggers and axes splashing your gashes pouring
The answers forming, keep playing games I’ll turn your face to Scattergory’s
Pestering me, you fucking pesky pets can drop
Epidemic, deadly threats’ll set ya dogs down like I’m spreading kennel cough
Suave get’s receipts from Jenaveve on Bangbro’s and wet’s his sheets
Left to grieve on FB cause his inbox is health conscious, lacking the MSG’s
I’m the devil incarnate, charred to soot tinge, darkened cooked ribs
Stomp my charcoal hoof in Darric’s face, that’s my carbon footprint
Show you the fire exit then deep freeze you till your life’s suspended
Cryogenics keep you postponed then burn you both alive with pyrotechnics
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