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February 21st, 2019, 04:15 PM
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I'm calling you out Dinky Dingus Dinguses. I'm back.
nah i'm not writing a rap right now, but you can check out my massive sized collection of music and shit all over the net and on my personal website chylltyrant.wixsite.com/nucrux/home but i'll be back to check my threads. so post me a ton of free music by people who you think i ain't heard yet and i can rip it all straight for a million mixtapes that the governments want kept away from you and ya whole fam, but i got them ripe like a sack filled of cig butts stuffed with opioids. yep.
last time i was here there was all mad herbs. hopefully you little twigs sprouted wings and learned to fly, because if you talked shit and want to get squanched like you're a white slob, it's easily identifiable by your igness.
"Seven words: No, No, No, Busy, Busy, Bye, Bye"
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hanging out with my sneaker strings fitting tighter than a slingshot,
banging on the speakers like a rim pop, it's a big beefer piff spot,
ring beepers with each little bop, lines deeper keep getting hotter than fires
when you strip down, busters getting heated but i'm lighter than a fragging nade pin drop,
geeking out like crossed wires, dragon blade down, when i spit bars,
reasons for a writer's block like to drag you up when you dead wrong, liars,
i think not, getting gwop, ill choppy,
el chapo kite, bobos ripping them off because getting laws to stop is a big fraud.
i'd rather let you get it all raw, and on the second start,
i'm out here ready to jump off the wall like a frog in a pond, maybe lilipad,
probably a pollywog. god's not in vain, so i spend hours on hip hop,
hitting lit bongs til my lungs rot. watch your tongue, but good golly miss molly,
how much you get it for? i got it lower than those leftovers. know what?
don't even reconsider. fucking your girl and her babysitter,
your daughter can sit in the corner playing with my wrestler action figures.
the sunday holiday special. just save gifts, cut off your middle fingers.
bitch.
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February 24th, 2019, 11:13 AM
#2
Re: I'm calling you out Dinky Dingus Dinguses. I'm back.
Life's Ill
Twyll The ChyllTyrant
I learned three valuable Artistic lessons from Ninjas:
To Stretch Before You Meditate
To Perform Is To Do, & Do Again
To Violate Is To Weaken Your Power
“get a grip” they say
and i just grab a bic, one or the other
they say “in all seriousness” like
snakes and
cockroaches,
pick up a broom
stick, for Christ"s sake
it just makes me grab a boom
stick and forget my
osirus
and i get
“2 for 1”
deals a lot
but that just makes my halving having bigness bigger
half there
and half
way over here
fall off the wall a
way
that it can’t get
up
jump free
way outward
under
passes in high speeds
ran over a kid in broad day light
the road is a
dangerous place to travel
especially on that mean juice
my
affliction affection with fiction friction
indecision diction
lest the detection direction infection spreads less my fingertip grips
to my
heart and your head, as their stomach cheeses
fart to def in art ed
and hardened bargainer like buckets of butter
dub-tape
so
fragile
racing through streets
lights red fire exits
push a button and forget about the cops
pah dukes was a rolling stone,
i roll
around stoned
on quarters
dude got shot a few times in his dome
and that was just a few blocks from home
met dude once, thought light was shown
didn’t know, though, power of coke and chrome
or, did know, but, fought fights sought in shade
and these days
i lay in a daze in a
throat blade
crack-addicts in cracked attics and seller cellars
crack pipes hidden between cracked pipes and laughing at life
gat damnit, i live the pack by pack life… what’s the difference?
what’s the unholy difference between me and your children?
your tragic children with those phenomenal losses
typical fuck ups and saliva loll lost on vagina poles
addicts at birth, add it to our famous make
shift
grave
shifts
my heroine ran
in the building
with all that cash…
summers that last the blink of an eye rather than the shake of a hand
bummers and number one stunners for the hundred hunters
and quotas met by my quotes like quips of quitters in quotient
excuses unused and untied shoe laces never met my need for highest ground
catch the light as we break through shadows of yesterday
but you can’t forget to turn off the lamp shade resonance
oh, hey,…ever wonder what a cockroach bite feels like?
or if they crawl in your mouth while your sleeping?
where do them hissing critters go when you flip on the lights?
next underpass i push back a clip on my lips
and wait patiently for the next high roller to slip at the will
spill the wheel to the right… i’m waiting
hating eye candy masturbating and changing stations so frequently
life is sick
as a kid with syphilis
so catch
my pistol whips and missile tips
you little itch
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February 24th, 2019, 11:41 AM
#3
Re: I'm calling you out Dinky Dingus Dinguses. I'm back.
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