January 2011
2 posts
yo yo yo mad raps son!
i stay fucking wasted
pasted like base hit
you look like penis
desguised as a weenus
yo momma is a cunt
my dad is big pun
I kill kids for fun
and I rape nuns!
I get on the highway with my fucking skateboard
I stay flossing, you just stay bored
I get so drunk I dont know which ways is up
I’m rapping on the floor pooping in my diapers
I rap so hard niggas think that im clapping
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Cynical Lyrics to a song that will never exist
Why would I want to utter anything at all? What would I say? Nothing that hasn’t been said. There is nothing unique or pertinent that is not already in currency. My wares, my stock, my trade are nothing more than an act of regurgitation, a reimagining of all the conclusions and thoughts we have already arrived at. writing should be banned, we should digest! Our era should be an era of...