AMPUTATED
You getting amputated like you was a tumor.
You heard I didn't like you and it wasn't a rumor.
Don't try to be my friend, don't try to say you're sorry.
When eva you're a round all you do is bother me.
I have no need or want to see you eva again.
I'm tryna understand how you eva was my friend.
You're like a growth under my skin eatin me from within.
I've had you once removed but you came back again.
There seems to be no way for me to ever win.
So I'm amputating you and that’s it..the end.


OUR HERO
We haven't seen our hero in a minute or so.
But we're sure he's doin fine he's just always on the go.
Don't fear for this man he can take care himself.
Please for his enemies they will be in bad health.
Their families and friends will attend funerals soon.
Cus our hero is coming to take them to they doom.
Closing more eyes den sleep, put em out like countin sheep.
They tryna stake him our but he up on em creep.
Here comes our hero now looks like he been in trouble.
He's totting his shotgun, sawed off and barrels double.
Ima try to get a word wif this man supreme
see if I can get closer idea of what he's seen.
We gots reports coming in he sayin he been attacked.
Sumfin bout bloodsuckers all ova his back.
He was tryna fight em off but they was travelin in packs.
They showed him they fangs and his shotty showed them kick back.
Took off sum limbs, laid sum on they back.
He said he fought hard and refused to die
He's still got that gleam of anger in his eye.
He said they hadda leader she said she'd take his life.
But she changed her mind when her neck met his scythe.
So hero now that your battle is gone,
Will you keep goin or will you return home.
He says he'll keep going he doesn’t have a home,
His home is on the road so he'll travel on.


LACKLUSTER TO HORRIBLE
Lackluster to mediocre, it's all horrible.
Like games that you buy that are garbage and terrible.
Wastin ya time and money on things that are lack.
Then you hafta trade steada gettin ya money back.
Like things that are beyond garbage in word.
Like Hulk and X2 and other filmographic turds.
Lackluster to horrible, like garbage to mediocre.
Like comparing the Killer Croc to the Joker.
There is no comparison its just a waste of time.
Lackluster and horrible things are justa waste of rhyme.

JC
You're like that burger I ate that choked me out.
When I beatchu at yo game you wanna cry and pout.
Askin is there a difference, yah wheyas ya drugs and guns.
When I leave we wakin up willy, a drive-by wake and run.
You have no winners soul, loser keeps control…
I know that’s sum stuff you pulled outcha butthole.
Try play like ya cool when you just a ho.
Keep on foolin yaself erybody know.
You and ya barney kicks, gay as a fairy.
Thinkin you intimidate yo girl is more scary.
Dun bother next year cus dun nobody care.
So keep ya grimace burgers cus dun nobody wanna share.

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You still talkin big still bumpin gum.
But erytime I see you all you do is run.
So you say that you big timin, you say yo
u got big cheese.
I haven't seen you with none of it so its ho please.
You gotcha lil gun, yah I seen yah nine.
Tryna pull dat out, boy you wastin time.
I got a big gun and it's got big kickback.
So big when them rounds hitcha theya brake yo back.
I got no time fo games and you the one dats playin.
You like a mexican pretendin dat u dun know what im saying.
I'll beatchu like I was Cell and send u straight to hell.
And if yo folks is steppin theya on their way as well.

CAPCOM vs
Black you out like Akuma with a raging demon move.
Mess you up like a first timer who picks EO steada GC groove.
When you lose you better not pout, else I'll hit you wif a max out.
And you better duck for cover when you hear the tiger shout.
Run up on you like Rugal and G-press till you're k-ed out.
My kaiser wave will save me from your futile hadoken.
Change my stance and 99 hit combo you just like Im Gen.
Put you on the ground like a triple psycho crusher.
Tear you limb from limb like you jumped in a Venom rusher.
Dopplegang it ain't no thang break you off just like Chang.
A spinning knuckle and pile drive, knock you outta ya phoenix dive.
Leaving you dead and not alive then give mah partner a high five.
Hyper Viper beams don't scare me I'm rolling with Shin Akuma, G.
A one hit kill is what ita be. Fall outta da sky, deaths what you'll see.
Suck you life like Omega Red, eat you life like its bread.
Bite you all up in yo head, den shock you until you fall dead.
Sending you home to your wife and kids repeatedly like Chun Li did.
Flashin kick and Sonic boom, Magneto and Dr. Doom.
Sentinel Fly in Onslaughts Wake, Apocalypse drill to end your date.
Super jump you better not wait, blocking it will seal your fate.
Taste my pain and feel my wrath, Onslaughts bringing nothing but death.
Super moves endless in coming, his mighty hand gone send you running.
Guest appearance from Tyrant and Jill, zombies, dogs, and crows that kill.
Always fun and always will, and thats why I am playin still.

TRASH
Im finnah go to bed servers actin like trash.
All im getting is garbage and they two hundred plus cash.
Talkin bout server problems ery time I get on.
Emerald is a joke I needa leave em alone.
Four years in a row and I still get the short end.
Free machine repair seems to be the only good end.
Stupid service like garbage, this stuff aint worth a buck.
Isp dun care as long as they make theya bucks.

NOT AS I DO
Ima say it one way den do anotha thing.
I speak over crowd cus my voice can ring.
Ima say me one thing and a thing dats not it do.
I been doin dat for years cus ima liar through and through.
The smile on my face, the hugs and friendly side.
Its all a cova up for whats living inside.
Ill rape ya grandma and kill ya children at birth.
Ill dig a mass grave and cover living bodies with earth.
The remorse that I have is reserved for myself and me.
I won't give you my pity but please will you pity me.
I hate those who wont, follow in my lead
but I want to be like others the other class indeed.
I will put them down because its my wish
to belong to theya group so them I will dis.
But praise them to theya face, because its only right.
And hope they will accept me and take me in for a night.
So I can preach more about what not to do,
and so I said do as I say not as I do.

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Steppin on the battle field wif out my Special Ops or General.
Mind a blank, hardened heart, cold, indifferent, cynical.
The losses in this battle are to be kept at a minimal.
Losing one for The Armys sake is damage called collateral.
The loss of all for my mistake brings pain that is unfathomable.
No need to meet new folks, me and them are incompatible.
A single person against the world, my actions are irrational.
Leaving victims as I go the carnage on a scale thats national.
Loaded cross on my back some think I am a radical.
Ready for my enemies with charges in my satchel.
As I hit the front line my GAU-8 reaches its pinnacle.
They can do in one of me in but theres others that are identical.

S and P
I got S in mah brain and P in mah head.
I listened to they convo and this I what they said.
So wheya been S it's been along time.
Last time I seen ya, you was helping out the mind.
I been heya froze up been of no good.
Seen alotta things dat I didnt understood.
Same heya mane, sum slack decisions makin.
I Personally dun like the way he been fakin.
I been sittin ova here hearin all kindsa things.
I wanna speak wif him so he can explain.
We did so much together been though the thick and thin.
Den he shuts us off and shuts us up till he needs us again.
Mane he aint no friend we keeps things goin.
Den he shuts us down and stuff starts slowin.
He starts actin a fool and turnin to a slob,
I guess we should get started on dis neva endin job.

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You want the confederate flag. You're just a rebel fag.
Step up wif you hood and cloak get 12 shots from the mag.
You want ya stars and bars got it all ova ya cars.
Stupid like openin letters dats been laced wif SARS.
Let ya colors fly, just keep on riding by.
For ya rebel flag yo pussy ass will suffer when you die.
Take ya Nazi stand think Hitler would shake ya hand.
He'd turn his back to you and have you shot where you stand.
You rep the KKK all dem bitches gay.
Wear ya sheets hide ya face ignorance is all you say.
You hate blacks and Jews, well bitch we hate you too.
Scared to start shit now cus we armed just like you.
Think somebody want ya ho's. Them bitches loose as hell.
And ya men take it up the ass until they anus fail.
You wanna start a war, trash cant rise again.
The union beat ya ass one time and theya do it again.
But from me with hate in heart, I wish all you bastards well.
And when you die I pray General Lee will rape you in hell.

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No character no integrity you aint nothing to me.
We had our times but now Ill leave you hanging up in a tree.
The beginning to the end its all over now cat.
No more asking no more beggin you cant come back from that.
I see no future for this union cus it aint nothing good.
If I wanted to try again then I probably would.
But no desire for the a thing that existed in the past.
I knew when it all started, for long it would not last.

NAMES NOT THEIR OWN
In a place where people lay with names not their own.
In hot cotton fields they wore their fingers to bone.
Sun up to sundown, until they were gone
after being taken away from their home.
Then freedom came as a punishment.
And problems which were programmed designed to descent
Down generations till the end of times,
And so the program it continually grinds.
From history books and on television pages
Only when others want you to see their faces
Are they displayed being slaves once again
To substances and crimes when will it end.
But still the program is running strong
And seems it will continue like old slave songs.
As time goes by fast and time goes by long
In a place where people lay with names not their own

unfinished
It's sad the way they treat us. They work us then they beat us.
They drive us from our homes. Lock us up don't let us roam.
We are the last for hired, but are the first for fired.
Even with working 40 years you get terminated before retired.
Laws to make us equals, the people will do the sequels.
On their own agendas to belittle us as peoples.
They want our time and money, but want to treat us funny.
"Security scan aisles 10 through 12," "Please come back soon Honey".
We pay what we are taxed and on the roads we are harassed.
"Who's car is this your driving boy", brains splattered on the dash.
Cus you was moving too fast, just doing what the officer asked.
Don't have keys or a wallet in your hand or your life is passed.

Waiting Forever
I think, I know I could wait for ever.
Just the thought of it comforts and holds me together.
For better or worse the choices I’ve made.
The dues of your choice you’ve already paid.
The fields are equal and the scene is setting wait.
The only remainder is for me to contemplate,
for the remainder of time the choices I make.
Asking myself if it’s all real or fake.
And so I sit back, biding my time.
Waiting to see if the suns face will shine,
upon my own grave I’ve dug for myself
a deathful life in a casket eternally to rest.


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When you see me I’m just a bum sitting on the street corner.
You pass me without a second look you throw me a quarter.
You headed for your pickup, I’m headed for you.
Your mind is preoccupied so there’s nothing you can do.,BR> Carefully walking dare not talking to anyone you pass.
Hurry to your job so your life can quickly pass.
I hope you’ve been to mass, and said your daily prayer.
When you meet your point man you’ll meet St. Peters stare.
No remorse or bad feelings my job is what I do.
I simple get paid to track and eliminate people like you.
It’s what I’m paid to do, and I do it well.
With all intentions I squeeze my trigger to send your soul to hell.


Just Like a Dog
What’s the difference in these dogs.
You are he and he is you.
He doesn’t know what he is but you my friend do.
Just like a dog you go to lick every passing hand,
tell and plead your story to every passing man.
To pet you and make you feel like you belong.
When the only place you deserve to be is alone.
Go to your dog house and lick your open wounds
I hope death puts you out of your misery soon.


No Place
You have no place here so go to places past.
The safest place to be is where you left it last.
A place in forever locked in the shadows of your hate.
Hate so thick and dark it will never dissipate.
So hide yourself in shadows, the shadows of your mind.
Hide there deep inside like the pit of a coal mine.
You have no place to go and you belong no where.
So continue on your journey through life without a care.
Or care about yourself because no one else will for you.
And take care of yourself because the world is out to screw you.


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Fried, dyed, fiddle, faddle, arise the sound of deaths rattle.
My solid snake speaks ghost babble
to crush your thoughts with galley paddles.
These people thought but cannot think
speak to them, they draw a blank
and so theya blackness fulls their tank
with their blood and with deaths stink.
Retreat down “B” will impale you,
running you completely through.
Just to slam you into my wall
and stomp you out when your corpse falls.


THEY GRADY BABIES
They grady babies mess em up let grady come and get em. They got they guns, they got they bats, they got they folk wif em.
They grady babies mess em up let grady come and get em.
We muggin mean, we got our scheme, we’s bousta get em.
They grady babies mess em up let grady come and get em.
They think they hard, ho dis our yard, they think we wont hit em.
They grady babies mess em up let grady come and get em.
My friend Nikkita, she wants to meetcha, I bet dat sheya teach em.
They grady babies mess em up let grady come and get em.
Wrap em in bags, toes all tagged let theya folk come and get em.
They grady babies mess em up let grady come and get em.


THE QUEEN
Replacing the traitors is the queen fulla staples.
Deranged, demented and helpin to turn the tables.
With no desire but to keep fighting for ever
By my side in rain and fair weather.
Ready to die forever and taking in all the pain
Her only happiness is in seein my personal gain.
Eyes burning yellow, like lightning burns the sky.
Takin on everyone begging them to try.
Her only reasoning being to stay by my side forever.
Deformed, deranged, demented held together by staples and leather.


PAST AND PRESENT
To put my soul at ease I had my heart dipped in chrome
so emotions do not roam and make my soul theya home.
I have no use for them or the trouble that are their company
I look around the world and see the troubles they might bring to me
I won’t be a war casualty.
I filled my ranks with killers so cold all our feelings perma-froze.
We came up for the purpose to over throw all the thrones
and make the whole earth and its entirety all our homes.
And make our breads with grinded bones.
With coats to keep our cares unshown.
But like the smallest cracks of winter time
with darkened skies so the sun won’t shine
the coldness drew its own battlelines
and split our nerves like a splintered spine.
It wears us away like its name was time.

My rival hot headed and thinking too fast
disintegrated like in an atomic blast.
Now in chains I watch and wait
to see what is his horrible fate.
The fortune teller could see through the cold
and said I had a heart of gold.
My steel disagreed and so it left her cold
her body thrown in a shallow poorly dug hole.
The ones who heard her also knew
and so my second killed them too
by running them through, they’re cannon fodder.
No grave for them, their souls teeter totter
between earth and hell or wheya eva they’re bound.
The ringin in my ear of theya screaming sounds.

But at night I can’t sleep I hear in my head
that my very own soldiers want me dead.
By hook or by crook I shouldn’t have had the desire
the burning intents of friendships fire.
To meet and greet and make new friends.
They have smiling faces but I know theya intends.

I can’t understand the way that these people think.
They want to friend you and replace you in a single wink.
My chosen have become my greatest enemies
Though revenge is not something that appeases me.
I choose to fight my battles on another ground.
my intent is to meet my enemy round for round.
Though my ranks lie in shambles
Our intent is to fight or enemies like a forest full of brambles.


TALKING TO MYSELF
just give me some time and let me speak my mind,
the words i say may not be to kind.
but if you chose to listen and open your ears,
then u take it upon yourself to digest what you hear.
Just give it some time just give it a while.
Sitting back and watchin is all of our styles.
But one in thebunch doesn't like that,
that one in da bunch has gotten too fat.
He wants the charge to run the show,
He wants to grab the controls and let things go.
So we can how thing could be, if we were him and
if we were not me.
His dreams are nice and once were ours
but you're bound to fall if you climb the towers.
and fallen we have and broken our backs.
So we drag our feet like hundred pound sacks.
we drag our dreams, we drag our hopes,
we drag it pulled by steel ropes, that cannot bend
and cannot break. Sewn to our backs because it is our fate.
to drag whateva we once had,
and wallow in what makes us mad.
from mad to sad, and sad to oddish
to see the world through our eyes of rubbish.
so much to see and so much to hear,
so less to worry about so less to fear.
but the is what we have made it to be.
he told us to look and to really see.
but we cannot, we've seen this way so long.
it's not good for you, but for us it's not wrong.
maybe if more people saw like we
we could see the world and be free.
But i see that way is what he said,
and if others did, they'd lose their head.
the things you all see, it's craziness.
If you were all gone thats what would be best.
Best for you, so you can control, and bring the many
into one whole.
but the broken parts, we are like glass.
with out all the parts the whole won't last.
But that is the past you're not needed anymore.
if this is so what were ever needed for.
Just to help out in times of hurt,
the prepping went well and and u did your work.
but now it's time for you all to goto bed.
there are too many voices here in the head.
And there should be one not many in the whole.
you've all done well you played your role.
Our role is not done, it's you that should go.
We asked the whole and he said no,
we all should remain and do our part.
but you keep us here and won't let us start.
So it is your time to go away,
the logic voices say you cannot stay.


POEM FOR WE
this soul this soul,
it feelslike itsa hole.
shattered like glass into many parts.
and so the soul now has many hearts.
so many to hear so many to think.
all iwant is the staTues to wink
and tell that they are awake,
and they will help me for their own sake.
because they too have the same soul,
dats shattered and doesn't desire to become whole.
but the many voice that we talk by
so many voices telling me why,
this, that and the other,
talking wif me like they were my brother.
so i would rather hear myself think,
because i do and i'm on the brink
of the break that we cause
placed in the room wif padded white walls.
but they cannot silence the calls
of we the voices as the logic stalls.

This House
A house that’s divided is a house that cannot stand.
It’s doomed to fail like the house built on the sand.
A house undivided is in my great demand.
And so I built a house using my own plan.
Keep your enemies near but keep your friends close.
So many enemies, if not a friend then foe.
But even friends can be bought with money or ho’s.
So my house was set in order and the campaign was set.
We headed out to take the world and breaks it’s neck.
My revolutions contribution was my army.
I’d pay the conclusions retribution because this war was on me.
Tell me who’s better then a friend to stab you in the back.
Or like mine chose, a KGB style shot to my neck.



Soul Selling
Souls is for sellin and Americas good at it.
Sell your soul for money because you gotta have it.
Sell your soul to drugs so you can have the white rabbit.
Sell your soul through a vein, heat it up then you can stab it.
Sell your soul for fame so you can see how far it goes.
Sell your soul for fortune so you can have money, and ho’s.
A fool sells a soul and a soul cannot die.
I’ve heard soulless people are the people who cannot cry.
Though my soul is mine, you will see no tear in my eye.
So many eyes are warm so many eyes are cold.
Look into the eyes look into the soul.



Shotgun
In a library ona ring I see lots of crawling things
But my ear hears the ring of a shotgun thing.
It spits its beaded death taking away hit points or health.
8 gauges blazing till nothings left but me, my shotgun, and myself.
Before Oblivion was at hand I took a trip to the Lost Land.
In ana lcove you did stand so I took you in my hand.
Pump action bring others glee but street sweeping is for me.
And so we make them flee with rounds that explode
until my chronoscepter drops it’s galactic payload.
In a darkness so Perfect that I needed night vision.
I picked up a shotgun for an all female mission.
Nine rounds spent, nine rounds to reload.
Reloading was your weakness and its time showed.
This shotgun from rare was a let down
it’s reload time left me six feet under ground.
This shotgun’s a let down, or so I thought.
What’s this?
Second function...a double shot.
Double shot to the chest, double shot to the head.
Double shot above the waist and an enemy is dead.
Don’t mention the spread. It rivals the eight gauge.
Like shooting ten mexican cats piled up in a bird cage.
With one round left it reduces reload time.
And gives this shotty it’s time to shine.