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- every time I write these rhymes, you seem to be on my mind
- visions of what i never said, start to dance in my head
- cause i wish you made better choices, listened to better voices
- but ill just slow it down, in this beat you'll start to drown, uh
- slip you a tab of acid, just so you can cure the madness
- or maybe its a sadness, hidden in the words of my raps
- early morning wakeup, campground playing taps
- meeting all my buddies, better give em daps
- I'm just a drug addicted physcopath
- who seemed to stray down a wrong path
- got started writing the wrong rap
- this don't seem to be a party track
- bad grades, cause i liked to slack
- big balls hiding in my nut sack
- or maybe its a basketball in my backpack
- got your panty dropping on the attack
- in the back of the black car
- slow it down we've gone too far
- guns off firing on a quick draw
- taking rap game to another bar
- or maybe to another universe
- a white man lost among the stars
- the stars of hollywood all dried up
- mcdonalds late shift some food fried up
- high school pep rally fired up
- on them crazy drugs man wired up
- and these crazy bitches I'm tired of
- So my next joint don't got to be so rough
- lightin joints in the winter kinda tough
- playin cards try not to bluff
- homer simpson still drinkin duff
- and my man jonny looking kinda buff
- in the back of the deuce deuce
- just a change of face like bruce
- smokin in the back of the bus
- cause the system wasn't for us
- and what happened to in god we trust
- cause back along the way i lost trust
- which in turn turned to distrust
- man i really fuckin miss trust
- cause in these hands i missed some trust
- along the way an asshole you will stay
- all these girls i had tried to slay
- country hicks throw bails of hay
- all the hay makers i threw today
- but if you try and throw fists
- the cuffs will be slapped on your wrist
- by a heartless aristocrat
- who still believes in aristotle
- with no real stars to follow
- cause my heads already hollow
- cause this fuckin acid man
- this fucking acid man
- got me on another level
By Anonymous
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