Friday, October 1, 2010

Sinister

Get ready to get fucked up and fuck sluts. Don't give a shit if they're stuck up or fucked up in the head. I'll get em in bed and get em to spread eagle, don't care if its underage illegal. I'm just pure evil, I've hurt so many people. I'll set fire to your steeple and laugh as it burns cause I yearn for the devils return. I rebel and meddle, stand against me and eat metal. From the tip of my blade or the lead shot through your face. With the killing I'll pick up the pace, blood spilling all over the place. Then just like that I'm gone with out a trace.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Dropping A Deuce

While I'm on the crapper, crapping. My girl be rap a tap tapping and asking 'are you out of toilet paper do you need a napkin?' Shut up bitch I'm multi-tasking. Cause I be smoking dro and spitting flows all while letting one go. And just so you know my 'toilet bowl' is the bong next to my throne. Gets me lifted till I think I'm in the twilight zone. Now I reach for the roll and realize there is no more toilet paper. Damn.... 'Hunny?...'

Blazed

Pack that dro, light the bowl. Take a pull, big bird yellow. Now lets roll that whole damn O into a blunt fo sho, and its puff puff. Ya know it ain't tough stuff to hustle, your lyrical counsel, no need for rehearsal. Just drop flows to make dough, and let go of the struggle.

My Life As A Pirate

My life's a joke. I'm so broke and in debt with no sign of an end to it. Yet I get lawsuit threats cause I'm a pirate, still the reply is that I deny it. ACTA can suck a dick Anonymous still wont pay for music. The internet, I'll abuse it cause the truth is that  I am ruthless. You think I give a shit bout some CEO of a record label. I'll just lay low and pack a bowl while I download their latest album.

Trekkie

This blog is just gonna be my personal rhyme blog. Expect to see fake MC type stuff as well as more serious things. Too kick it off I'm reppin the Trek.

TOS or TNG don't matter to me. Call me a Trekkie, hit up a convention and see my ears are pointy, but really the point be... I want to be surrounded by bulk heads. Travel at warp ten. Sleep with Vulcans and beam in via transporter. Be stationed on the neutral zone border. Use a tricorder for postmortem on this Cardassian ass I blasted with a phaser on max. Then relax on the Holo-Deck, far fetched but I wish my life was like Star Trek.

-Epik