I'm not your crutch, and don't need your touch,
'cause just a little of you is too much, and so
the people I trust can be counted on one hand,
I'm forgotten in lust, and so divided we stand,
I don't understand how I ever got to be this way,
but I know there's so much left for me to say,
'cause I'm sick of all your motherfucking faces,
you racists, you bigots, you backstabbing bitches,
you whores, your empty cores, and your clicks,
your tricks, you pricks, and all your bullshit,
you fakes, you phonies, and you wannabe homies,
baby-daddy's, baby-mama's, and all your drama,
people in power, even Jack Bauer, you celebrities,
the people on TV, and everyone who wants to be,
you trend-setters, you go-getters, you optimists,
you pessimists, pretty much everyone that persists
to tell me what to think and how I should act,
how to react, and that they have all the facts,
'cause I'm sick of all your fucking ugly faces,
I think you and the dead should switch places,
I might be crazy for thinking you're all the same,
but to me you're just numbers born without names,
I'm hopeless, I'm helpless, I'm fucking wealth-less,
got two houses but I'm still homeless, none the less,
I try my best to protest and live this unimpressed,
but the only rest I'll receive is when I leave,
and surcease to breathe, but yet, it all seems
to be a simple reverie that teems with utter awe,
something I saw, caught inside another daydream,
I'll sabotage you all, the cogs in the machine,
and remain unseen and unbeknownst to the rest,
it's something you never guessed, it's unforeseen,
something I saw, caught inside another daydream.
3.29.2008
3.23.2008
See You, See Me
Tending to stagnant and futile static
which tends to convey the anti-climatic,
it clicks and kicks and fights too quick
for you to catch those who live erratic,
but then, if I just stay here and stare,
and pretend to care, but act this unaware
as you continue to declare life unfair
you may vanish within my little prayer,
to see you see me sleep my life away,
to fade just a little more everyday.
which tends to convey the anti-climatic,
it clicks and kicks and fights too quick
for you to catch those who live erratic,
but then, if I just stay here and stare,
and pretend to care, but act this unaware
as you continue to declare life unfair
you may vanish within my little prayer,
to see you see me sleep my life away,
to fade just a little more everyday.
3.13.2008
The R-Town Zombie Invasion
I was headed out on my way to work when I walked by a passive retail clerk
who had empty eyes and a blank look, so I stopped him and threw a right hook,
and grabbed the tire iron behind the seat and beat him down to the concrete,
I knew this poor bastard had been bit and he would probably never make it,
the R-Town zombie invasion had begun, I knew the undead had finally come,
so I called Tyler and Sheebs, but they were already on their way to see me,
there was a group ahead of our trucks, so we sped up, jumped out and ducked,
the sky lit up and left the group dead ’cause of the nitroglycerin in the bed
that I keep for situations just like this ’cause we knew that zombies exist,
out of ammo, so we went to the gun store ’cause we’d been through this before,
but the guy at the desk had that same look and thirst so we shot that fuck first,
I saw some zombie kids headed off to school, but to them I couldn’t be as cruel,
rather than shooting them all in the head, I ran over them with their bus instead,
John lopped off the head of an old bitch and she fell down and started to twitch,
Brock pushed a shopping cart full of kerosene at some fat chicks with ice cream
and shot off a round that blew off their faces, and their hair, and their braces,
we hit the streets with shotguns and grenades as the zombies began to invade,
and decided we probably needed an assist, so we called our friends to enlist,
we blew up the mall and shot up Wal-Mart, but all of that was just the start,
we rigged explosives to McDonald’s and BK, and threw grenades at China Buffet,
we attacked every place where people go and left Richmond with a new asshole,
then we siphoned gas from Speedway and Shell after we sent those fuckers to Hell,
and turned the town into a police state and then we reassembled for our fate
to blockade all of the roads and doors and load back up to prepare for more,
with Molotov cocktails and machetes, the fucking undead will never be ready
for the fucking horsemen of the Apocalypse who severe heads and empty clips
like a little kid begging for some candy, so sit back and open up the brandy
and celebrate the end of this shithole town as we turn it the fuck upside down,
when you see us next you might want to grin, otherwise we’ll have to kill again.
who had empty eyes and a blank look, so I stopped him and threw a right hook,
and grabbed the tire iron behind the seat and beat him down to the concrete,
I knew this poor bastard had been bit and he would probably never make it,
the R-Town zombie invasion had begun, I knew the undead had finally come,
so I called Tyler and Sheebs, but they were already on their way to see me,
there was a group ahead of our trucks, so we sped up, jumped out and ducked,
the sky lit up and left the group dead ’cause of the nitroglycerin in the bed
that I keep for situations just like this ’cause we knew that zombies exist,
out of ammo, so we went to the gun store ’cause we’d been through this before,
but the guy at the desk had that same look and thirst so we shot that fuck first,
I saw some zombie kids headed off to school, but to them I couldn’t be as cruel,
rather than shooting them all in the head, I ran over them with their bus instead,
John lopped off the head of an old bitch and she fell down and started to twitch,
Brock pushed a shopping cart full of kerosene at some fat chicks with ice cream
and shot off a round that blew off their faces, and their hair, and their braces,
we hit the streets with shotguns and grenades as the zombies began to invade,
and decided we probably needed an assist, so we called our friends to enlist,
we blew up the mall and shot up Wal-Mart, but all of that was just the start,
we rigged explosives to McDonald’s and BK, and threw grenades at China Buffet,
we attacked every place where people go and left Richmond with a new asshole,
then we siphoned gas from Speedway and Shell after we sent those fuckers to Hell,
and turned the town into a police state and then we reassembled for our fate
to blockade all of the roads and doors and load back up to prepare for more,
with Molotov cocktails and machetes, the fucking undead will never be ready
for the fucking horsemen of the Apocalypse who severe heads and empty clips
like a little kid begging for some candy, so sit back and open up the brandy
and celebrate the end of this shithole town as we turn it the fuck upside down,
when you see us next you might want to grin, otherwise we’ll have to kill again.
3.08.2008
Untitled and Freestyled
You're down with all the latest fuckin' trends,
but you shoulda known it'd hit you in the end,
and how you relate to your skank ass friends
and the fake ass men, where you been,
and distance you from your very kin,
fuck, I'm not the first to curse so much,
there's worse and you're just outta touch,
I can't say it, but I guess you can do it, literally,
and you shoulda knew it woulda come back around
when they're no longer around, your pride can't be found
and it leaves you beat and sobbin' on the ground,
and no matter what you think you found
you just can't bring yourself to find the help
that you clearly need, caught up in your greed
and when you stop to breathe and recollect
you realize that no one sees you with respect,
you're a fuckin' wreck and you know what's next,
even when you're at your best you're the worst,
everyone's dispersed and you can't fill your thirst
of temporary pleasure, of which there's no measure
or rhythm or rhyme and I think you know it's time
to realize what's mine is not yours, less is more,
and your empty fuckin' core makes you a fuckin' bore,
you're practically plastic with your trivial tricks,
the fuckin' rude attitude, and I'm completely sick,
your heart's cold and that shit gets so old so quick,
despite what you're told, or what they may say,
and there will come a day when you look back and pray
that your life wasn't a waste, and you'll be faced
with the question of your worth, the justice in your birth,
but you won't have a fuckin' clue, because all you ever knew
was when and where, but never who, and no one knew you,
and the worst comes when you're hollow, and who to follow,
and when you come to find that there's no tomorrow,
your shallow rage is the fuckin' best stage of your day,
I'm worn from your clichés and games you love to play,
you're nothin' new, but tomorrow's just another day,
well, for me, not you, 'cause bitch, you're through.
but you shoulda known it'd hit you in the end,
and how you relate to your skank ass friends
and the fake ass men, where you been,
and distance you from your very kin,
fuck, I'm not the first to curse so much,
there's worse and you're just outta touch,
I can't say it, but I guess you can do it, literally,
and you shoulda knew it woulda come back around
when they're no longer around, your pride can't be found
and it leaves you beat and sobbin' on the ground,
and no matter what you think you found
you just can't bring yourself to find the help
that you clearly need, caught up in your greed
and when you stop to breathe and recollect
you realize that no one sees you with respect,
you're a fuckin' wreck and you know what's next,
even when you're at your best you're the worst,
everyone's dispersed and you can't fill your thirst
of temporary pleasure, of which there's no measure
or rhythm or rhyme and I think you know it's time
to realize what's mine is not yours, less is more,
and your empty fuckin' core makes you a fuckin' bore,
you're practically plastic with your trivial tricks,
the fuckin' rude attitude, and I'm completely sick,
your heart's cold and that shit gets so old so quick,
despite what you're told, or what they may say,
and there will come a day when you look back and pray
that your life wasn't a waste, and you'll be faced
with the question of your worth, the justice in your birth,
but you won't have a fuckin' clue, because all you ever knew
was when and where, but never who, and no one knew you,
and the worst comes when you're hollow, and who to follow,
and when you come to find that there's no tomorrow,
your shallow rage is the fuckin' best stage of your day,
I'm worn from your clichés and games you love to play,
you're nothin' new, but tomorrow's just another day,
well, for me, not you, 'cause bitch, you're through.
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