confetti

yesyesyes i put my rhythms to a test dont mess with the best
whatever spins your washer or rinses your clothes floats your boat ride in a moat
totes mcgotes ya i slap the bass leave no trace or a trail get lost and fail
its all good get back up and try again no one left cept your friends
to tend to you when you need em beat em deceive em but they always there
though life gives me limes sometimes i still try to bust the rhymes dont commit the crime
of lying and trying to be who you are not because thats not smart
it will just bring you apart from who is important to you its true
Though this was not intended to be sappy and deep
I think you know what I mean when I say try to give and give everyday
if you may play like dre i wish i could but i got no skills like the doc
he ticks tock like the name of the shvak says shick hell nick ya with his machete
wont that be a petty.. crime pay a dime to the person beggin on the street does that mean u gotta give one to everytime you meet
a begger steady are you ready for whats about to come next?
boom. some confetti.

Wild Wednesdayz and Such.

This rhyme is dedicated to all of yall you know who you are big or small
lets begin, with the story of some friends only at the beginning not nearing the end
we begin to coin each day of the week, an excuse to rage and get no sleep
we start gettin deep and exporting to a jeep to get american canadian and australian
in the street of south willard road dribble like a toad and load the cooler
with things to celebrate the end of schoolah...
let me explain one thing, this one wednesday was particularly wild,
these kids were hammered and then i smiled
there were penguins, pibberz, and penelopies
camera was set up and often sayin cheese
scrub the grease from the pan I make with ling lings
dumplings not as good as lady on church street
she cant be beat her food is so sweet
veggie fried rice sweet and sour sauce
without her goodies i would be lost
The Hilton swimming pool is my second home
go to the garage third floor lurk and roam
chug a brew and jump in
trench from hottub and go for a swim
timtimtomtomripripthebongbong
Beach and fires I admire
summer sun is oh so fun while eatin cinnabons
be carful not to crumb.
Tamelia Fanghorn is at your service rap this flip it and reverse it
like Missy mah girl crazy woman might have to hurl
after all those screwdrivers ive been consuming
vodka sometimes can be dooming
maybe ill resort to popes aqua rigatoni
chug it love it release it buy a pony

It's an Old TV show

Seeing what I hear
Hearing what I feel
A real touch can be unreal
A sound can be fake depends which way you take
into the branch of existence
Climbing down the tree pattern
Roots expand like a solar ring on Saturn.
Trap my body in a solid gold room
Think its of doom
But then you soon realize to much surprise
You’re in the zone or may I say Zen
I aint got no alibis
But ill explain again
That I’m your only friend
Ill spend every waking minute with you
Either us two or were through until I glue smash on your shoe I call you my boo
Frou Frou. Ill talk to you, do you like what I do, jump like a kangaroo…
In the jungle, u may find trouble, or stumble on a stump upon a branch
I put you in a solid trance, then we dance, we go prance, didn’t like Justin but liked the joyous one Lance.
Take off your pants, only if there’s some ants, in em’ wrap with tin
Foil foil toil troil bumble jumble my mumblin words
Its absurd to see your werd be heard around the globe, off to the stove , cook me those nachos, cheesy gordida crunch, there goes my lunch, taco bells got a hold of my Mexican or im gonna punch YOU

Perfect State of Mind

Its only when Im feeling like this I can diss my enemies though there’s really not many but theres plenty that I love that’s the way I think when Im high above the clouds surrounded by the trees in Kenya and Tanzania South Africa Bora Bora I don’t read the Torrah cuz I cant real Hebrew wish I could but Im a foo fo you cuz you a foo fo me smoke that tree smile with glee make some tea put in a little bit of honey smash your face in the glass press and let go of the gasoline I ruptured my spleen that’s a lie I aint positive yet for the test of mononucleosis DO I have rabies? Wanna have babies? Clay Aiken cookin me some bacon, I dig to you a hole that’s true of value I smell leaves in trees I got mad steeze and a little but of mac and cheese with a little parm on the pasta I am the rasta masta jam on das da way we roll a mole pick up some cole from santa clause I am hungry bring my some bras so I can fill em up with mucnhies and smunchie those chips and dip or I just go and break ya hip ill do a flip dip around and trip clip a paperclip to my shoe I blow on by you and yo crew

Being Selfish? (Jess)

It is crazy when ish hits the fan
spill it on a dish with liquid soap scrub it
lowlife wants to know my life
but I aint gonna share to you, my strife
cut it stab it stir it up with a knife
all I wanna do is destressify
complicating my mind is what i try
to avoid i spill the milk on the table
clean it up dont label me
im just sitting trying to stay low key
feeling good bustin round
keepin my head up not down
dont let it drown to the bottom of the sea
if you wanna bother me dont bother you should let me be
alone or social
stone face or emotional
stressed is a component
of my life as of now you know it
i grow up more and more everyday
i lose a breath as a get on my way
to where ill end up I dont know as of now
sitting on a cloud looking down and around
at all the world and other beings living
wishing i could of done that and forgiven
those that i held a grudge to
but now i know its stupid to do
that and hit my head with wack thoughts
like blood clots they fill up hit me like a rock
tick tock goes the clock i sit up or lay in bed
resting up my dreary head
waiting for the day to begin
washing off my feet of sins
knowing that im so damn lucky
to be livin in this world with minimal struggle
apposed to those who have it worse than me almost double
living in a shack full of straw and mud
while im complainin of the noise upstairs hear a loud thud
i should be more greatful for what i got
how do i show that without lookin self distraught
hopefully someday i can repay all the selfish things ive done
to hurt anyone like a bullet in a gun shot through the heart down
searching for that last breath to keep me on the ground.

Jack and Shawty Jill (Liz)

It’s kiiinda like this.

Getting attached to quick.

Static electricity from the balloon tied around your wrist,

Or what candy is to little kids.

Sometimes you get too wrapped in it,

Like lint in the laundry trap or some dirty ass linen,

Or that squeeze of a lemon in your cheap fountain drink

It’s got that charming sweet flavor

But, a hint of sour from the sink.

Check PLEASE,

Rewind back to the original steez,

That I brought and rocked before you.

Sorry, I lost my cool.

Not tryin to be a melted ice cube.

Not gonna be some open freezer door.

Not fallin for the add water, stir, ready to pour…lifestyle,

that you want me to live.

Take it slower,

Like a manual push lawn mower,

Up to the top of the hill,

Makin way for mr. jack and shawty jill,

Before they took that spill,

Like them I’ll climb,

Til I find what I need.

Use that “pail of water” I fetched and plant that seed.

Then one in the same, mr. new will follow too

Until then,

I won’t come “tumbling after” you.

Last Friday Night (Travis -- New Contributer!)

Im pumped up but I shouldnt be,
Got to save my energy.

Drinkin beers from nine to five,
Hope that I wont have to drive.

Sober up and drink some water,
Now Im guna have to fuck your daughter.

Its six a.m but im not tired,
Got work tomarrow, Ill prolly get fired.

Oh my god, Im so fucked up,
Pour the rum to fill the cup.

Landmines, beer pong, a couple bong hits,
Gimme a couple more beers, just a couple more sips.

DUI, blowin .25,
Got six bitches sqeezed in the back of my ride.

Friends in jail and cant make bail,
His girlfriends who Im gunna rail.

Suns comin up, but its not endin,
Margaritas still need blendin.