damon1872
Bluelighter
when u hear someone speak of a mass murdera
i be that one...you never heard of
watchin you as u walk down your own street
i know everything about you
now we need to meet
i know that she subscribed to spin and vibe
i know she is a stress free girl who gets high
i just wanna feel her so close to me
im tired of peepin in windows from the tops of trees
now close your eyes..visualize me by your side
i wanna penetrate your thoughts,get deep into your mind
some lyrics i spit, are enough to make you sick
but if you dont like it, then dont listen to my shit
nausea comes over me, then i black out
when i wake up all i see is dead bodies sprawled out
why is it that my thoughts are so fucked and twisted
the day when god passed out sanity..i must have missed it
i was proubly off wasting time..and gettin high
ruining my life...just waiting to die
every second of your life, is a second closer to death
after death what is there, then after that whats left?
questions flow like water, i take my anger out on your daughter
she wont mind...i gave her 20 hits of blotter
nonsense flows...through my head...i plot on foes
id rather rob that bitch...then get with that hoe
you ask me why so much negativity
was i abused as a child
or did i sit too close to the tv.
i only think postive thoughts
when another life is lost
fuck all forms of autority
who made you boss?
as the day turns to night
my mood starts to change
there is something about darkness
that makes me kinda strange
sunshine hurts my eyes
i can see your demise
i creep when your asleep
into your bedroom in sneak
silently i make my way into your bed
mumbling nonsense, then i bash in your head
my mind state is derranged, fucked up
and really strange
or am i just normal, and your all fuckin insane
questions questions, no answers someone help
suicide seems like an answer, or am i just thinking of myself
cause life to me, is like a never ending bad dream
id slit my wrist, if it would take me from all this
i just live my life...get high...pass time
stop telling me im o.k...i dont feel fuckin fine
im on the verge of psychotic, its quite ironic
that your still talking shit...after i downed that gin and tonic
one day im a snap...just like that
and im gonna put every muther fucker on their worthless back
cause im sick of the shit, im about to explode
ive got a full clip for most of shepherdsville, ready to unload
im sick of these so called gangsters, aka. rent-a-thugs
im sick of their bullshit..and low quality drugs
im sick of that life...fuck a gun..ill take a knife
and make sure everyone of u fuckers dont make it through the night
multiple incesions i inflict, now im pissed
you fuckin phony faggets...if u died u wouldnt be missed
ill cuss and curse and diss u all on this verse
or i could just let u be yourselves...that would be worse
never met such a fake group of people, to bitch and always gossip
maybe im not crazy...maybe your the ones who lost it
....these were 2 seperate things i wrote last night...they are basically freestyles..i took no time to think really. but i like to express myself sometimes...these are my thoughts
...the last part is about my shitty town and how i hate it...but i will be movin in 2 months...someone let me know what u think of these rhymes...does anyone think they are actually good..i dont let people read them really. but here is a sample
-damon
i be that one...you never heard of
watchin you as u walk down your own street
i know everything about you
now we need to meet
i know that she subscribed to spin and vibe
i know she is a stress free girl who gets high
i just wanna feel her so close to me
im tired of peepin in windows from the tops of trees
now close your eyes..visualize me by your side
i wanna penetrate your thoughts,get deep into your mind
some lyrics i spit, are enough to make you sick
but if you dont like it, then dont listen to my shit
nausea comes over me, then i black out
when i wake up all i see is dead bodies sprawled out
why is it that my thoughts are so fucked and twisted
the day when god passed out sanity..i must have missed it
i was proubly off wasting time..and gettin high
ruining my life...just waiting to die
every second of your life, is a second closer to death
after death what is there, then after that whats left?
questions flow like water, i take my anger out on your daughter
she wont mind...i gave her 20 hits of blotter
nonsense flows...through my head...i plot on foes
id rather rob that bitch...then get with that hoe
you ask me why so much negativity
was i abused as a child
or did i sit too close to the tv.
i only think postive thoughts
when another life is lost
fuck all forms of autority
who made you boss?
as the day turns to night
my mood starts to change
there is something about darkness
that makes me kinda strange
sunshine hurts my eyes
i can see your demise
i creep when your asleep
into your bedroom in sneak
silently i make my way into your bed
mumbling nonsense, then i bash in your head
my mind state is derranged, fucked up
and really strange
or am i just normal, and your all fuckin insane
questions questions, no answers someone help
suicide seems like an answer, or am i just thinking of myself
cause life to me, is like a never ending bad dream
id slit my wrist, if it would take me from all this
i just live my life...get high...pass time
stop telling me im o.k...i dont feel fuckin fine
im on the verge of psychotic, its quite ironic
that your still talking shit...after i downed that gin and tonic
one day im a snap...just like that
and im gonna put every muther fucker on their worthless back
cause im sick of the shit, im about to explode
ive got a full clip for most of shepherdsville, ready to unload
im sick of these so called gangsters, aka. rent-a-thugs
im sick of their bullshit..and low quality drugs
im sick of that life...fuck a gun..ill take a knife
and make sure everyone of u fuckers dont make it through the night
multiple incesions i inflict, now im pissed
you fuckin phony faggets...if u died u wouldnt be missed
ill cuss and curse and diss u all on this verse
or i could just let u be yourselves...that would be worse
never met such a fake group of people, to bitch and always gossip
maybe im not crazy...maybe your the ones who lost it
....these were 2 seperate things i wrote last night...they are basically freestyles..i took no time to think really. but i like to express myself sometimes...these are my thoughts
...the last part is about my shitty town and how i hate it...but i will be movin in 2 months...someone let me know what u think of these rhymes...does anyone think they are actually good..i dont let people read them really. but here is a sample -damon
