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BLACK LIVES MATTER!

DisturbedPoet

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  1. Every Morning, when I take a dump, I think about a girl, I used to hump. As my terd enters the bowl, the seat feels fucking cold. Look on the floor and, see no more Ass paper But I'm late for work, so I'll wipe it later. At work, I accidently, p!ss on the floor. The fat lazy janitor, doesn't like me anymore. Sometimes I drink a coffee or two, just to let my shit, pass through. I like bathroom humor, some times I choke my testicles, they look like a tumor.
  2. Please to meet you, won't you guess my name? I wiped out, the entire middle east. Raised the prices, but with oil we had a feast. I created a illusion of life, to make people weak. They are blind to, what they are underneath. I lured people with freedom, to use and abuse their soul. Unless they follow their orders as told. I plant weapons of masdestruction, and fill their entire world with corruption. Pleased to meet you, Won't you guess my name? I can see whats puzzling you, Is the nature of my game. I effluence contradiction, to make people learn ignorance. I
  3. [quote name='DudeAsInCool' timestamp='1219804015' post='171661'] Here is a pretty cool website. One Sentence is a writing community where users post true life stories. The trick is they are limited to one sentence, and the contributors rate each other. Here are some samples: [b]silence dogood[/b] When I lost all my school stuff on a crowded city bus on Friday, I did not expect the pot-smoking pervert from my Spanish class to carry it all the way home and bring it to me on Monday. 2008-08-26 10:22:36 / Rating: 74.5 / [b]Jennifer[/b] My childhood and my dog share a grave in my backy
  4. I'm convinced, there is much more to life. Every man, must have his light. Every man, must eventually ignite. I think our brain is stuck. I think they brain wash us, so we don't give a fuck. But you have to still, blame your self. when you can STILL, point the finger, at someone else. Searching high and low, for an opportunity. It seems like having one, would be new to me. Mother fuck a pyramid structure. Hard to climb up a ladder, that you can't move up. Because our world is all backed up. Communism won, can't you see. There is no future for people like you a
  5. If you's want more web traffic to your page, do you's know a shit load of people but mostly retards write on instrumentals on you tube all day. SO maybe make youtube videos to direct people here??
  6. I'll take taylor swift, and stick it down her throat. Have her lick my balls, while I do the goat. I'll make gwen stefani, choke on my salami. shania twain, Could work on my thang. I'de eat the pussy out, while she give me brain. Snooki from jersey shore, can get her knees on the floor. Mariah Carey fucked eminem. But I could care less, she can go crazy again. The rest of TLC, could still, fuck me and suck me. A threesome would be lovely.
  7. Oh shit I'm high again. And guess what? I got my pad and pen. My lyrics, contain spirits. From another galaxy way beyond reality. Like ghost of mars, I'm from another planet. Like Michael Holt I vanish. Picking bitches up, speaking in spanish. With my hair died black, and a cape on my back. Slice your fucking head off, with my light saver. HA HA HA, bye bye dude, I'll see you later. When I'm in mexico, I wear a sombrero. and do the tango, like Angel Villodo. I got that world wide mojo. I jump around, like a pogo. This is free write. Just type, don't read. D
  8. I get this feeling, getting so high. My brains, they liquify. they turn to mush. when I smoke that kush. Gravity brings me, to this place called reality. I'm hope I'm not, stuck in this hell forever. These things, they have to better. I can't take, this rainy weather. I look at life, different from most people. You can always start again, make your own sequel. Some time, your just stuck in time. It gets hard, not turn to crime. But one day, that light has to shine. Chase it, till you get it. Never stop, and think to regret it.
  9. Yea, nashville doesn't like my colorful writing. I should of known if I did research like I should have. I actually sent them Hoe's & bitches. But even disturbed poets like my self have that one girl, and this is to her. But I did get a little soft with the rhyme for paramount, I must confess. I Miss You __________________ Verse One: I miss your tender kiss, I often reminisce. of your precious face. no girl could, ever take your place. No other lover, makes me feel, the way you do. Your the one girl, you know I love you. Your my sun, to my world. You will always,
  10. Rolling dice, Playing craps. I was staring at this bitch, she had some back. By the end of the night, I racked up 2 Gs. She was right by side, cuffing my N-U-Tz. My right hand, was all over her ass. Wasn't going to let, her fine ass pass. She whispered in my ear. I want to kiss it. I was feeling her, before I was lifted. So she came up, to my room. before I could make a move. Her knees was to floor, just came in the room, just walked in the door. She was going at it, like a pro. A true Atlantic City Hoe. Went on the bed, I tried to get her on top. She just want
  11. I fucked your bitch, raw dog no rubber. She sucked my dick, then the pussy got smothered. She was doing, deep strokes. I made her deep throat. dick hitting her tonsil, made her choke. opened, her asshole. went in, fast yo. Pull back her hair, ripped off her under ware. Got the clippers. And shaved off her fucking hair. She looked like GI Jane. When I got some brain. She said, "you fuck better than husband. And if you see him, please tell him I wasn't. Fucking with you. I'll do what ever, you want me too." Ok bitch, get on your knees. open your mouth, and
  12. Your definitely going in the right direction, but unles you spitting busta rhymes rhymes fast and it sounds good. You got to emphasis the rhyme more. and switch it up, but make it all fit like.. Met this girl she super cool, Met her at the bleachers, right after school You'd want to hit it, if you knew her too, Body piercings looking sexy, with those tattoos. On the outside man she something sweet On the inside damn she's super rude No matter how smooth, of a payer. she'll play ya. She'll tell u what u wanna hear, let it go to her ego, if you shed a tear.
  13. Idk how to rate this, but it's not bad. Work at it. It can always be better, no matter how good you get. check out some of my shit if you want.
  14. [quote name='bfd-showah-mandem' timestamp='1237496693' post='178710'] Ama man ona mission yh bfd n u luk around bt u cnt c me yh mysterious or mystery so many wastemanz hatin me so many wastez stoned out ther tree jus coz i got tha ansaz i got the key im the man on the frontline fuk spitin 2 classical shit wen theres a ting lyk grime dont copy this shit ccoz these barz r mine if u wont a lyrical war il turn it into aa crime CRACKA UR NOWT BUT A SPACKA CUM DOWN MA ENDZ N U WIL GET A SMAKA CUM DWN MA END N U WIL GET JAKA COZ MAN LYK MYSTERIOUS WIL FUCK UP A SLACKA ima streetwis
  15. [quote name='Windy City' timestamp='1317231688' post='197025'] not a diss at all lol just tryin to freestyle a little. I hope no one takes it the wrong way i've seen plenty of good writers here. Keep me posted on the battle [/quote] You got no answers, cause your shits wak. My flow effects instantly like anthrax. And sensitive writers, go to the jazz section and relax. Don't come to freestyle section, if you get your shit pushed back. A battle means its on. So who the fuck is this guy, that looks like the fonze? BeatKing super member? when you battle, you find a contender. Th
  16. WTF makes a bitch think, That I would want to cuddle. I just want, your love muscle. Now get out my space, face book your own bubble. I like to stimulate clits and suck tits. I like them southern girls, when they hook up the grits. Like them spanish girls ,arroyo con pollo. Love it when those sexy lips, is on my churro. I Shorty like it when I hit from the back. thumb in her ass, came eleven times, thats a fact. Not that she told me, counted 11 funny erotic faces. Like a 5 speed, I hit it all different paces. She wasn't bad, I had better. She was a north
  17. Last night shorty I was laying. Got me feeling real fresh up in the AM. SMoking on that cherokee chebah. Till yesterday I aint heard of it neither. Smoking different types of perk everyday. Eyes really low in a chinky eyed way. I don't give a fuck I'm lintastic. Flows so jurasic. beats twisted up like gymnastics. run your mouth., I'll put you in your casket. Put the last nail in your coffin. Now go on your way keep on walking. New your flavor.. I'll keep talking. ANd big fat Js, I'll keep sparking. Brain washed by gangsters like the sopranos. And anything musical from beats to p
  18. I can't fail, On this objective called life. I'm searching for a light. It's hard to see. My little man, just turned three. I'm tired of free food, Fuck this EBT. And fuck who ever mad at me. Especially in family. I wish my mother gave my pops a rubber. Why did she open her legs? Why did my pops even fertilize her eggs? Fuck fate, the future can create. By a fucked up mistake. That you can't take back. Self control I tend to lack. Instead of putting the cigs down. I smoke a pack. Coughing up brown flem. In the AM. I used to wake and bake. But now I got no weed. If
  19. Life Is got hold of me. Somehow controlling me. It keeps telling me I aint shit. But I can't quit. No I won't quit. My heart somehow is stuck in VA. Maybe someday. I can get it back. This whole confidence thing, I really fucking lack. My job sucks, It aint enough, to get by. If it wasn't for my bro's, I would never get high. I miss my child. How he makes me smile. When he's with me, somethings still wrong. I should be with his mom. The sad part, is she wants me. Not having money really haunts me. Sometimes I wonder, If life will always be this way. I'm getting si
  20. I Concentrate, on my rhymes I make Take no mistake. My Flow I create. The instrumental, Is got my mental capacity. way above reality. Higher than gravity. Looking down on this planet. thank god I'm gone, Cause I can't stand it. A world filled with corruption. To make us feel like nothing. crack the dutch, and let me smoke something. Pyramid structure. Got me tight, like a mother fucker. They feed of the labor. calming jesus will save ya. A philosopher, can't help to think. like trying to explain, that black turns pink. Hip hop and rock, I breathe non stop. Len
  21. I'm hip hop I'm no rap singer Fake mcs Can get the middle finger. Atleast I can say that I'm real to myself. Talk about what you never do, You need some help. I got this love, for hip hop. Listening to beats, writing non stop. Just get my pen and pad, then let the beat drop. I do for this for the love, never for a deal. I talk about my own shit, And always keep it real. Sometimes I'm crazy, But thats the way I feel. My lyrics, are my great escape. hip hop is my fate. Money would be lovely. But I could give a fuck, If I got signed by puffy. famous to hard t
  22. They wont legalize it So no, I won't quit thats why when I get my bag, I supersize it. Life can be bitch. Life is about about how many hits. you can take. without a serious mistake. Then Your own fate, You can watch, and create. just got to handle, all the stress on your plate. But its hard, to listen to yourself. when your stuck on someone else. So, fuck them if they don't help. First comes the seed, then comes the head. And I got to have at least, one joint to the head. Everyday. My eyes stay low, in a chinky eyed way. People criticize, they can say, wha
  23. watch me drift away. Forget about everything, with nothing else to to say. Some how luck, has me stuck. So I drift away , and not give a fuck. Why stress, I'll just burn up. I'm tired of doing time. I'm searching for that light to shine. They say, weed makes it worse. Others say, it helps analyze this curse. Called a struggle. Every day stuck in a hustle. While others feed off, your work. You should smoke on some perk. Maybe life is more than what it may seem. Maybe you would feel better, if you smoked some green. My brain, my brain I twist up, and I spill
  24. Smoking joint after joint. Till I pass out. With a burned out, clip in the mouth. I want to escape, from this world that I know. So I roll an eight up, and just blow. I'm Tired, of all the crazy bullshit. So I burn it till its dead. and Never leave a clip. I need a fat sack. So I can sit back. and relax. Cause my stress is to the max. I need to drift away. Save these obligations, for another day. I need to find my way. Through life's path. But for now just let the blunt pass. Don't want to think about stress just laugh If you want a life you must earn
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