Aeon Psyche
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 11, 2007
- Messages
- 2,147
Haha, eyo...
My brain spins ideas like a rat on a running wheel.
I'll never be outburned, untill I'm rusting steel.
Done deal, I take the source's appeal to another level.
I molest vocabulary untill there's no definition left.
definitely detestin' it, testimonial tests tasked with my rap sheets.
Telekinesis got your crap weaved, on television weekly.
Leave the missing depot missing with no pot left to piss in.
Business is business, blistering ulcers, from picking the flesh while ripping apart vultures.
Ripping your skull apart, raise armies like bonaparte.
And lead the way like joan of arc, scold remarks, for every sold part.
so large, you don't see me untill you zoom out.
I'm a moving crowd, shoot innocent bystanders as my main objective.
Take offense to my hazy spectrum, this implanted lie detector, doesn't work from muscle relaxers.
Lookin' wavy. Follow my lead, baby. We plain crazy, 'till day three.
Mass murder is my daydream, darlien keep me calm, like the valiums in my palm.
I stalk calamity, watch carefully how it realises a dream.
And enjoy the violent screams, untill the silence echos beyond the scene.
Dialect expert, reactin' like chemical warfare. Turned on like hardware.
I eat gigabytes of your .TXT's and spit out the most crazy mumbo jumbo.
Skunk yo, noone'll ever learn my lingo, litteral linguistic liberal.
Living it up, sticking it to woman and doing a lotta drugs.
Cosmic fuel, in this chain reactor, I hack words from your computer spitting their own battleverses at them.
Have you take the blame like adam.
It's important to follow jesus, as you let him rot in pieces from my gothic thesis.
fuck the police bitch, I come out swinging.
With the ability to shout while I'm drinking.
I like applause if I got you grinning.
Or trembling, freddy versus Jonah on friday the 13th.
I like that movie thirteen, with nobrained humping teens, full in scene.
Cuddling? Please, I'm a fuckmachine, write about sex, drugs & emotional tragedy.
Boasting my geniality, with noone helping me, to write rhymes like some point dexters do.
I got attitude, 'N' a wreckless crew, my tracks can do permanent damage to your central nervous system.
I guess we're more alike than I thought cause when i spin your tracks my mental suffers from listening.
I drink my cappucino and realise life's the best videogame I ever played.
My so clever fate, I tell it great, and still elevate, since eleven's grade.
I watch my potplants and pubes and wonder which is more overgrown.
Try knock me off my chrome throne, with your team or all alone.
The most known, spectacular, throwin' at you from every angle, a bar.
Picture perfect next to my avatar, I don't fight bars. I start barfights.
And somehow I'm still a romantic under the starlight.
My brain spins ideas like a rat on a running wheel.
I'll never be outburned, untill I'm rusting steel.
Done deal, I take the source's appeal to another level.
I molest vocabulary untill there's no definition left.
definitely detestin' it, testimonial tests tasked with my rap sheets.
Telekinesis got your crap weaved, on television weekly.
Leave the missing depot missing with no pot left to piss in.
Business is business, blistering ulcers, from picking the flesh while ripping apart vultures.
Ripping your skull apart, raise armies like bonaparte.
And lead the way like joan of arc, scold remarks, for every sold part.
so large, you don't see me untill you zoom out.
I'm a moving crowd, shoot innocent bystanders as my main objective.
Take offense to my hazy spectrum, this implanted lie detector, doesn't work from muscle relaxers.
Lookin' wavy. Follow my lead, baby. We plain crazy, 'till day three.
Mass murder is my daydream, darlien keep me calm, like the valiums in my palm.
I stalk calamity, watch carefully how it realises a dream.
And enjoy the violent screams, untill the silence echos beyond the scene.
Dialect expert, reactin' like chemical warfare. Turned on like hardware.
I eat gigabytes of your .TXT's and spit out the most crazy mumbo jumbo.
Skunk yo, noone'll ever learn my lingo, litteral linguistic liberal.
Living it up, sticking it to woman and doing a lotta drugs.
Cosmic fuel, in this chain reactor, I hack words from your computer spitting their own battleverses at them.
Have you take the blame like adam.
It's important to follow jesus, as you let him rot in pieces from my gothic thesis.
fuck the police bitch, I come out swinging.
With the ability to shout while I'm drinking.
I like applause if I got you grinning.
Or trembling, freddy versus Jonah on friday the 13th.
I like that movie thirteen, with nobrained humping teens, full in scene.
Cuddling? Please, I'm a fuckmachine, write about sex, drugs & emotional tragedy.
Boasting my geniality, with noone helping me, to write rhymes like some point dexters do.
I got attitude, 'N' a wreckless crew, my tracks can do permanent damage to your central nervous system.
I guess we're more alike than I thought cause when i spin your tracks my mental suffers from listening.
I drink my cappucino and realise life's the best videogame I ever played.
My so clever fate, I tell it great, and still elevate, since eleven's grade.
I watch my potplants and pubes and wonder which is more overgrown.
Try knock me off my chrome throne, with your team or all alone.
The most known, spectacular, throwin' at you from every angle, a bar.
Picture perfect next to my avatar, I don't fight bars. I start barfights.
And somehow I'm still a romantic under the starlight.