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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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    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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    Re: I'm calling you out Dinky Dingus Dinguses. I'm back.


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