Tuesday, December 7, 2010

139th- To die, and wait for another day to revive.

Nobody barely reads my blog,
it might as well die and rot.
The D.R.L is dead, everyone forgot.
I look at my raps crumble, stash the ash in a pot.

Then bury it in an ampty treasure,
"L" marks the spot.

"L" for loser.
Go to hell you posers.
Supporters, my ass.
Might as well support your dead mothers.

I write killer rhymes and you can't find time to read the words?
Curse the length, its the strenth of the letters that matter.
Its the quality, not the quantity, its not quantum physics.
Its relatable, As long as you know whats a rectum and tits.

Fuck it.
Don;t even bother to read.
Go retreat to your daily lives.
Go stick a dick in your sockets, with a pocket full of knives.

~ i live in a place where rap isn't phat, and everyone claps to pop crap.

Jerking off at...
4:31 PM