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LADIIEEEEEEEEES!!!

AND, GENTLEMEN!!!

BOYS, AND GIRLS!!!

STEP RIGHT UP AND PREPARE FOR ONE HELL OF A FREAK SHOW!!!

DIONYSUS, THE MAD RAVING LUNATIC LYRICIST!!!

HE'S LOUD!!!

HE'S WILD!!!

AND HE'S FUCKING CRAZY!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!


Dionysus is back, with that crack from Arabia.
Hippop me another pill, to kill my headachia.
My brain is in pain, someone take me away from the --
Dreams of insanity, please somebody wake me up.
I need a break, grab the needles and tape me up.
Please pump it into my brachioradia --
I'm just an apeman, they say from Tanzania.
A clever little devil, like the one in Tazmania.
I'm starting to feel whoozy from the sweet medication.
Suffocation from hypoxia and asphyxiation.
My cephalalgia is making me crazier --
Novocaine in my lungs, making my heart a much colder glacier.
It feels like the Titanic, all the waves gettin wavier.
Eyesight is hazey, looks as if the haze is gettin much hazier.
Maybe a little procaine will help make this life easier.
No sensation when they put brain under the anaesthesia.
And my vertebrae broken so now my spine is much snakier.
Watch me slither away, from the pathway of the sapien.
I'm at the gates and I'm waitin here patiently --
Number one patient, wazzup doc they keep savin me.
Conserve your strength, you gon need juvination.
I no understand, can you give me translation?
Where is your geostrategic location?
Afghanistan, near the trading migration.
No place for drug faced crazy caucasian.
Led by the color change, hallucination --
Must be the reason for Roman invasion.
Take me to the desert, I need a vacation.
King Zahir sing to me the abomination --
John F. K.'s little race with the Soviet nation.
Bin Laden and the terrorist organization.
Somewhere in Pakistan's trial administration.
A flowered situation, that's one variation --
Why they lock me up and put me under investigation.
But I say to them wait, baby don't take me away.
Put on some makeup baby, these visions aint going away.
What's with the poca dots, baby can I play with your legs?
Before you know, the prison guard is sprayin me in the face.
A can of mase to make my cheeks rosey, now I look young.
Ready to magic carpet slide across some elephant's dung.
And watch me fly aboard the canvas of America's skies --
To fuck a camel in the ass and watch America die.
What is this heresy you speak of, is it on Wikipedia?
My apostasy, renunciate my liberal media --
My conservatum is, kill the cows and save all the shrooms.
Just like they burn witches and sweep the ashes up with their brooms.
I am the poisonous cannabis, and the medicinal kief.
My subspecies is the Arabic hashsha or hashish --
My yellow cheese, I think you're way too damn political.
How the hell what, I'm just sippin on that Indico.
Nonsense rambling on American drug syndicates --
Like what the fuck does that mean and, baby wanna taste of this?
I got plenty, just come to where the reception is.
It's wedding day, and all the whores are wearin maid dresses.
A little trippy, acid is when givin toast to the best guy --
I pronounce you dick in hand, and you may now go fist the bride.
I have no pride, so I can fuck a hoe and play it on the radio.
But how big are my testicals, what exactly is their ratio?
I'm feelin kinda dizzy opiates are causing vertigo, but so?
A little nausea from all this morning sickness toilet flow.
Set in motion with this hydrocodone crushed in foil bowl.
Tell the police to take me back to Arabia --
I feel constipated, I've been waiting for a wake me up.
Oops, excuse me for my benign hyperplasia --
The world is nothing but a toxic waste from Eurasia.
Import retired army helicopters from Malaysia --
To battle rare diseases that keep coming out of Asia.
Watch the pest controllers as they spray us in the faces.
Just like the C.O.'s can of mase from just the other day and --
Everybody wants to know what's driving me so crazy.
Look, little Chinese guy eats little Chinese babies.
Somebody stop me before I go totally Slim Shady.
And jack a fuckin school bus just to flatten dear old ladies --
Which is okay, by the way I guess or at least it should be.
The world is so lost, but not as lost as it could be.
Let's throw some glass bottles at the world's largest stadium.
Fillem up with gas and styrofoam then ban pyromania.
I'm fuckin sick of hypocrites and hypocritical sicknesses --
Cuz it's a bitch to fuckin witness this from politicians.
Land of opportunity, you mean the land of dicks and clits.
Crack whores and slave ships, a pot of gold run by the richest rich.
Where nobody gives a fuck, but know I never gave a shit --
Cuz as I said before all this, I was all constipated.
But now I diarrhea on the whole colosseum --
Bring them to their knees to suck a domed mausoleum.
And all the haters out there, well I wouldn't wanna be 'em.
And if you got big appetites, I hope that I can feed 'em.
Dionysus is not a god, Dionysus a demon --
So take a break and prepare for part two, you're gonna need it.

Word Yo

Riikano-Alinaris wrote:Word Yo

That is the most gangsta way to say tl;dr, fo' real homes. I think... Well, I know nothing about rap, but while I could hear this in my head it certainly didn't sound like the usual 'bitches and hos' thing they have going for them.

Shalom...

Al ta'ase le-chavercha ma she-lo tov lecha...

Say what?!

Hehehehe...

Bitch boy, why you no show up to our arrangement?
Save it, there's no need for us to have this arraignment.
Shush now then, boy don't you even be so heinous.
Talk your shit, I'll shove my dick straight down your tonsilly anus.
I'm probably the best poet you will ever see in ages.
Tag team against me please, pussy, be collaborative.
I love a good challenge, aren't these rhymes so contageous?
Whoever thought these words could be so heavily sedated?
Watch your blood pressure guys, don't get over aggrevated.
I waited for you for two hours nigga, I was patient.
With pen and paper dawg, just in case you didn't make it.
I wrote this rhyme to tell you pussy boy, that I aint fakin.
I saw one of your fights, matter o'fact I even taped it.
I saw you lose twice, cuz I re-wound and re-played it.
That uppercut was nice, yea, straight to the pavement.
But that is not my style, nah, I'm not with that lame shit.
I'm a little lazy, got no time for altercations.
Just shoot to kill, and then drag his dead body to the basement.
Let his head hit every stairstep down on the way to it.
And afterwards, every bone he has I'm fuckin breakin it.
Feed his dead body to the pigs, with nuthin left to save of it.
Dionysus is crazy mon, I think he needs vacation.
But not around Jamaica, cuz last time he stripped butt naked.
And ran down the beaches screamin "Kiss me lucky eggs".
Came back without a suitcase, wearing leaves of purple haze.
They all say Wesley grow up, you're too old to play these games.
I tellem looky here nigga, my nuts look like raisins.
Silence....... because my replies leave amazements.
Jaws that don't break, drop, when I lick her anus.
They say he is so gay, because he talks about his penis.
But look, don't you like the way it attracted Venus?
I think now he should have his own show on T.V.
Take a picture for the cover of a red wine magazine.
I'm a lunatic, but you all say that's ludacris.
I say, "Not Ludacris you fuckin idiots, a lunatic."
Don't fuck with me, or I will write your fucking eulogy.
I'm a dumb hooligan, so God bless my coology.
When are we going back to Arabia?
On to the Middle East, so I can find a savior.
I told you that my aching breaking heart was a glacier.
So where is the oasis, to thall my gastrulation?
I think I stunted growth, I can feel a cell mutation.
What is the derivation of all of these formulations?
Why would you ask that stupid kinda shit to Greco-Satan?
George Bush J.R. would say that it's the capitol of Haiti.
And by the way, I found more out about all those Asian babies.
It seems they taste better oil-fried than if you're baking.
Add in a little lemon lime and some salt if not mistaken.
Wait thirty minutes later for the "Ding!", baby cake mix.
Now once again..... all I can hear is the silence.
Fuck, well at least it sounds better than the sirens.
The cops came to raid the whole place tryna find it.
Down in the basement with their flash-lights shinin.
Locked in the basement, now that's swine timin.
So back on to Asia, for some more fine dinin.
And we dismiss Korea's threats because they're fucking boring.
A little silly, yea, we ignored Bin Laden's warning.
Why should we pull out of the East, what am I fucking snoring?
Awaken the beast, tell the police my blood is boiling.
I need some more codines, to help me co-exist in peace.
Cuz right now I wanna blow this insane world to smitherines.
And after eating those fetuses, I think I need Listerine.
Some antiseptic mouthwash to make my tongue go Mister Clean.
And I will Swisher Sweet off your wet skeet, baby.
Watch a freak when I get between the sheets, baby.
And pardon my fingertips if they're oblique, ladies.
I keep my fingers crossed when I eat the peach, baby.
No fungus please, cuz the last thing I need is some cheese.
And trust me, it doesn't taste very good with Chinese.
This kid is crazy, I'm just one of America's breeds.
Just call me Cheney, cuz I'm like a Moby Dick in these seas.
And I'm not Martin Luther King, but damnitt I have a dream.
Quit fucking pestering me to be something that you can't be.
Get off my Sun-Maids, you bitch niggas are nuthin but prunes.
You heard part one motherfucker, how would you like your part two?
Would you just like me to feed it to you from a Gerber spoon?
Should I just take out your mountain and watch you leap to your doom?
I have a boner... Now sometimes that's just the randomest shit.
Of course, that's so you know that it's produced by Dionysus.
The plagaristic lyricist who writes original beats.
The god of wine, god of rhyme and goddamnitt, unique.
I don't ever wanna hear you say that you can beat me.
Not in this, not in that, not on the web or the streets.
You better getcha shit right before you come and see me.
Cuz I will Kimbo Slice ya, make your face look like taco meat.
Go back to R.P.G. because you aint in sorority.
Real kings rep R.P.E. that's why our posse is the minority.
Where's the GT-League nigga, I will pee on your team.
Matter o'fact, Nonpareil already did that it seems.
I'm an elite-Z, you see, I keeps it goony with ease.
So go ahead and diss me, because you are all fantasies.
This is reality nigga, I'm nuthin like these noobies.
This aint the movies nigga, we're the ones who make the Uzis.
So while you tryda think of something to say... fuck your mom.
Fuck your face and your crew, fuck you too, and shalom.
Now pardon me, I need a break because this pen's out of ink.
Tune in next week, cuz I just might send out a call-out part three.
Sincerely 'D...

Bereshit bara elohim et ha-shamaim ve-ha'arets.

Hehehehe...

BIOTCH!!!

I kid, I kid, you laugh, I make joke...

SIKE!!!

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Sean McGee, R&B Lyrics - "My Story"

Look me in my eyes and try to feel my paaain.
Do you know how it feels to be left out in the raaain?
Each and every day there's someone judging meee.
Worried about my life and how I live in these streeeets.

Every day I wake up, gotta hundred different haaaters.
Trying to keep this paaaper, stacks look like elevaaators.

But no one really wants to hear my storyyy.
That's why I'm all alone, there's no one here for meee.

Look me in my eyes and try to feel my paaain.
Do you know how it feels to be left out in the raaain?
Each and every day there's someone judging meee.
Worried about my life and how I live in these streeeets.

Look me in my eyes and try to feel my paaain.
Do you know how it feels to be left out in the raaain?
Each and every day there's someone judging meee.
Worried about my life and how I live in these streeeets.

I got no place to gooo.
I'm living on a hooope.
And no one really knooows.
What the hell is going ooon.
How I feel insiiide, feelings I try to hiiide.

My daddy don't knooow.
My mama don't caaare.
It don't matter if I'm here.
It don't matter if I'm there.
So what I'm s'posed to do in this cold cruel wooorld?

Look me in my eyes and try to feel my paaain.
Do you know how it feels to be left out in the raaain?
Each and every day there's someone judging meee.
Worried about my life and how I live in these streeeets.

Look me in my eyes and try to feel my paaain.
Do you know how it feels to be left out in the raaain?
Each and every day there's someone judging meee.
Worried about my life and how I live in these streeeets.

Every day I wake up, gotta hundred different haaaters.
Trying to keep this paaaper, stacks look like elevaaators.

But no one really wants to hear my storyyy.
That's why I'm all alone, there's no one here for meee.

Oh oh oooh...

Haters...

Elevators...

My storyyy...