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by Dionysus on Fri Feb 18, 2011 6:38 pm
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I gotta have a warning label, before I'm able -
To post these rhymes I made, here on the music table.
My critics tell me to tone it down, stick around -
Maybe we can gather a crowd to find out what this is all about.
I used to be a lonely man, only mad.
Until I gotta million dollas, shit, now if I only had -
Some fuckin hair, I'd pull it -
Faster than a bullet, outta Tupac's chest -
Before the ambulance came too late to do it.
I'm tryna grow it back again, it was an accident.
I had my back against a fan -
And chopped it off in Amsterdam.
I hate the straight jacket, it aint latchin.
They can't lock it, so they stapled my hands to my pants pockets.
The cell's padded, and battered like someone else had it -
Before me, and just kept throwin their fuckin self at it.
My head is achin, I'm dedicated to medication -
But this med is takin too long to bring me to sedadation.
Come on, but any way, now I'm down with Jay.
The first man who taught me how the glock sounded when it sprayed.
Runnin up and down the streets, screamin fuck the police -
When you still had your mother's fuckin nipple stuck in your teeth.
Fuck it, became a role model after Colorado -
And now all they do is follow me around and holler bravo.
Hell yeah, I punch my bitch -
And beat my kids in public, suck my dick.
Bitch, I'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face.
But I won't, cuz you probably wanna stand in his place -
So put a sock in it, with your fake ass Tupac image.
You faggots aint tough -
You just get drunk, and become talkative.
Wanna f-f-fight?
I'm probably the ackwardest alcoholic talkin -
Walkin like a midget with a latter in his back pocket.
So when you see me on your block -
Stumblin, mumblin, a bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does.
I aint buzzed, I'm just high on life.
So why on earth would I need drugs when I fly on kites?
Motherfucker...
The whole entire world could sit and twirl -
Like a whirlin tire.
I set a fuckin girl on fire, with a curlin iron.
Sike, I'm just jokin for Christ sakes.
Don't get so bent out of shape -
Cuz I went out and raped six girlfriends.
Some people just don't get it -
But I won't let it upset me, cuz they don't know better.
They don't know what the fuck it's like to be so fedup -
And be fed so many uppers and downers I won't getup.
My mind's gotta mind of its own.
Sometimes, I can't find it at home, it hides in the stove -
Shit, talk about your brain bein baked.
My shit's still in the oven on four hundred eighty degrees.
Come here sweetie, daddy loves you baby.
Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter, fuck you lady.
You riddicks wanna criticize, but couldn't visualize -
Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes.
The neighborhood that I grew up in, you could die for nuthin.
And a dozen muthafuckas after me, so try some dumb shit.
I'll have a man raped, with a bandaid -
Over his mouth and have his head shoved into a fan blade.
Don't ever tell me what I can or what I can't say -
Or change, because of the age range of my fan page.
Like I give a fuck who's readin this shit.
Quit fuckin buyin it, I'm tired bitch -
I'm dyin to quit...
Hip hop is universal now, it's so commercial now -
It's like a circus full of circus clowns up in the circuit now.
But now the white kids like it -
So they tell me I can try it.
But as soon as I get on the mic, it's like the night gets silent.
Either that or boo, that's why I keep an attitude -
And go to sleep with it, and wake up with it every afternoon.
I'm sick of being judged -
Fuck it, let me see a judge.
I'll confess to every murder I committed since I was three years old.
You get it? Leave me the fuck alone -
Let me go, when I'm at my home and in the zone, it's a happy home.
Then you won't have to hear me bitch and complain -
And cuss hoes out for being so fuckin dumb in chat with only half a brain.
This is my life, and somehow this is how I kill the pain -
It's just a song, grow the fuck up or play the fuckin game.
DIONYSUS
THE TWICE BORNE
THE HUMAN BEING
WHO DIED TO BECOME THE IMMORTAL GOD
VETERAN ROLEPLAYER AND GUARDIAN OF TEXTUAL COMBAT SINCE 1998
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