Tuesday, August 30, 2011

eatin'

IM FEELIN FRESH LIKE A BEL AIR PRINCE
JUST SUBSTITUTE THE PRINCE FOR A CESS & CALL HER KID
FOR A SEC GET THE JAM, TAKE THE JAM POP THE LID
SPREAD IT ON THE WONDER BREAD, TAKE A TASTE, WHATA THINK?

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as mischiveous as a michele
tanner trickin a bob sagget
cooler than a coolier
and a jesse katsop mixed with icy lemonade
hoppin on stephanys bike
hoppin of djs caR cause she got real distracted by the radio
adios!
trick!!!

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i mita lost my mind just
like i lost microsoft dos

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my pace is jetson
next to fred flint
myspace is dead wood
not dead timber
lake resurrect!

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im so retro cept y server
dont deliver w
w/ lack of flash
lack of stash weed yes i huess
but im fashed mad like hey old navy
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homecoming
im comin home
agayn.
like kanyeee agayn
a prodical kid
like summerslam
and HB type a K


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my swags
like mike
jackson
man was a
dancin phantom

michael jackson swag
like i just dance some beyond handosm dance

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-my heroes self-destruction-

he was not on a search
but a quest for perfection
so endless it hurt
he found success
but when thats what dresses
one never settle to establish
an apex.
it was so outrageous
things got dangerous
intoxicated
high speeds
endless questions
in need of addressing
lost cause
lack of sirection

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flushed your marrijuanna
yuss and married your mother whattt?
the state -im in none other than nirvana
rock a kurdt cobain cover
up the propane, mr hank hill
says yo maynn
when i flow mayne im that trill

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i dont puff
a mariwanna
no bluff
i marry if you wanna
nirvana
with you
are my lover

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Young blonde droppin de bomb in this hollywood
head strong male dominated industry gist
illustrious kids industrious
on my dakota fanning rap jamming
captain planet spanning .applebrand
garagebandn mac attackin the itch
scratchin stabbin. my swag. jackaed
and im not even mad in madness
my magic is your radness!
so step into the whackness!

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my raps
impeccable
swallow whole
digestible
good for the cholestrial
stylistic, this cuisine
edible
but im still terrible extra special
alien
extra terrestrial

i'm makin the strecth w/ the extra x to my factor
straight edge
slayer
w/ messages contained in stanzas
poppin tic tacs at the club swiggin fanta
the raddest nerd since kent urkle dynamite cera

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they called him casper
so friendly feeling like the phantom
he saw his feet walking ghost walks
and he can even dansom
he's got some swag some
but he never really feels hansom
peeps never ask him on ghost dates
cause they too afraid to ask him
he thinks they assume
that he lacks action
he doesn't mind
heads home
gotta vacuum his apartment

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they call casper
he hears phantom
girls think hes hansom
mirrors reflect manson
his peers see magic
he fears hes manic
he starts to panic
premonitions present havok
thes obvious the ominous
foreshadows tragik


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i hit my head
then

WOKE UP IN J. RIVERS BED
SCARED
NOWHERE TO BE SCENE
BUT SAW HER IN MY DREAMs
weird!
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im a phantom menace
named denace with a handsome
letlist neverendin
fly on dogs above of celings
feeling air freaky
sheckler hawk beezy

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