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I got the idea of this from the Does this sucktopic by dirty harry.

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So the you just post ryhme that you have made up, it dosn't have to be rap it can be from

classical to death metal, it dosn't matter. So i guess i'll start

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6 in the morning cops at my door,

And my all stars sneak across the bedroom floor

So I grabbed my clip and headed out back,

They can’t bring me down when I carry my Mac (yeah)

So I’m strolling through the hood, checking my boys

Throwing up gang signs and making some noise

The OG’s cruising in they 64’

They spray some bullets, and bodies be hitting the floor

But here come the bitches, the 5-0

Now, couple of thugs living are on death row.

The hoods all messed up its full of crack

But it’s better then when they were doing smack

Bitches think they hard becoz they do drugs

Shit, they aint nutin but fucking petty thugs

Now the boys are getting wired off the angel dust

And crack den getting cleaned by a Police bust.

We get news of some slobs rolling deep

So we headed home and grabbed some heat

But then we saw the ghetto bird in our hood

We told the police to stay away just like they should

We got that light shining down on our head

Fucking pigs rolling through. And now they dead

This is where we live black, the hood

Where life is about guns and drugs, and it aint good

But we like this way and its how we roll

Everybody up in here living off the doll

But still they waste that to get their H.I.T

Rather than go to school and try to get a degree

Yet still we be rollin, we be dippin we be sippin we be rippin

We be west coastin we be sittin in our 64s and we be coastin

East coast muthafuckers, they be boasting

They don’t know us, fool we disrespect them, cool

We wear our colours

To represent our hood we the chance occurs

But it don’t matter what you wear

As long as you there

In the hood, coz that’s wear it hap-pens

We set the trends, not rollin in Benz

We be livin off the streets

Standin on the corner kickin our beats

But mostly doin drive bys

And the government cover it up with their lies

The gangs and the hood is all we got

Either this or we get shot

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Some saayyyyy (2x)

That the...

U.S.A.

Is gone.....

But still when the war is over....

And when I'm older....

I wanna live in a Dead U.S.A.

Where the stars are skulls

And the stripes are just......

Black and white....

Soldiers fought

Some soldiers are dead

People talked and people bled...

Although you're dying...

Up you keep you're head

Let's drink a beer to a Dead U.S.A.

Another song I wrote what do you guys think about it?

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Hey, this here's a quick rhyme i put together... The subject may be a little 'dark' but... It's my style... -_-

Crimson flames may twist and dance,

but the fire of my youth is gone.

I thought life could get better, given one more chance,

but i see no point to carry on.

So it'll all end here, with a 'have a nice day',

when I pick up the gun, and take my life away.

Move my sordid soul to a higher place,

to be born once again.

With a new name and face.

I have literally dozens of rhymes like this... Both about suicide, and love... Mainly losing love, or having nobody to love... All pretty dark stuff. But i enjoy it.

SideNote: I'm not an emo.

Dirty harry: i liked your work... I didn't to begin with but it's grown on me... Poems don't always have to rhyme... You raise a good point, this is much better than your last... :P Keep practising! Soon you'll have it just right. (The balance of having a point to convey, and making it easy to understand)

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  • 2 weeks later...

NEW CRAZY SUICIDAL LYRIC

DEAR MARYYYY

I LOVE YEEE BUT NOW

I GONE OUUUT

TO

AH

AH

AH

KILL MYSELF

ROPE ON THE NECK

OR A KNIFE ON THE BACK

I HAVE MY DEAD EYES

WATCHING YOU CRY….

DEAR MARY

MARY DON’T CRY

MARY COME DOWN OVER…

TO TAKE A LOOK AT MY….

MY……..

ROTTEN CORPSE

MARY DON’T CRY

MARY DON’T RELY

ON YOUR PROZAC

JUST BECAUSE I WAS A FUCKING MA-NI-AAAAC

AH

AH

AH

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  • 5 weeks later...

Are you in control

Are oyu flying high

Are you having sex

Are you about to die

Are you about to try

To live two days longer

In this cold house of pain and misery

Would you care if I was no longer

A full person in this age of plastic

Amazing stopped being fantastic

Dreams turned into a static

You are living in the age of plastic

You ask yourself

Is it all true

Does she love you

Does he speak the truth when he tells ya the Church will help you

Oh she doesn't love you and he

doesn't speak the truth about life

You will end up with no wife

You will feel misery you never felt when you were asleep

It took you in so deep

That you can no longer hear the beep

Of that life clock that has stopped

Of the people that are all the same

In this age of plastic

Where amazing stopped being fantastic

Where dreams have lost their startic

In an Age of plastic

Where hope is no longer

To be found

In any persons heart or soul

You really don't know

Right from wrong

In

This age of

Plastic

Where nothing seems to be fantastic

Just a stopped black and white static.

So what do you guys think of this letter?

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Pretty good..

I have a really sick mind, as well as having a really weird and funny mind too..:P

I'm gonna hit you with a chain

Then scoop up your brains

Shove a pipe down your throat

Make you eat gas till your crying

Wait till you're lying on your ass

So I can devour your heart from your shit covered body!

It's all gone foggy, but at least you're dead..

I'm not much for writing lyrics, I'm better at instruments..:)

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  • 1 month later...

Sorry for the bump and the double post, but I recently wrote a lyric.

It's called: Teen Blues.

Many of you may think this is typical teen bullshit, but I don't think it is, nut anyway here it is:

You feel depressed and sad all the time

You don’t feel good with yourself

It’s hard to turn the TV on

Cos you know all the soaps will

Be stereotyping our life

And it is not as perfect as you see

On TV

No oh oh

No

In a real teenagers life

Oh yeah

The girls don’t look that good

Oh yeah

The schools aren’t so perfect too

Oh yeah

Parents never understand you that good

Oh yeah………..

So you think you are under control

You think you got things covered

Just like the bloke you seen on TV

You think solving your troubles like that

Is real easy

You better wake up fast

Cos dreaming like that can’t make you laast

Long round here

Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaah………….

The girls don’t look that good

Uh uh

The schools aren’t so perfect too

Uh uh

Parents never understand you that good

Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah…………..

So if you ever see

High school musical or any other crap they puke on your TV

Remember life is not that easy

Yeah yeah television justs gives you an illusion

They want to turn you into a puppet so that they can get some more ratings

So take a stand

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah…………

The girls don’t look that good

Uh uh

The schools aren’t so perfect too

Uh uh

Parents never understand you that good

Dedicated to the stupid dumbfucks who created High School Musical.

Also dedicated to any teenager who doesn’t watch that crap.

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