No longer family
• Written by TristanCahill
TristanCahill's Notes
The inspiration for the some is how my Uncle/Godfather has punished me and my sister for even though the beef is between him and my dad, his brother.
My balls are made of brass
And there filled to the brim with my witty crass.
Its my wits that taught me to spit.
I'll make an attempt at being subtle
But when I think of you as my uncle
It makes to begin to freak and chuckle.
But its revenge that I seek in these lyrics that I speak.
Hope to never catch on the street
If you haven't heard, the rumor is that you have two left feet.
Cause when I am complete
I promise you'll be red as a beat.
You, your no longer in my family.
Manners to me are much to overrated
You blame my dad for your problem.
You wish you had a dick
---Well you where but it just really doesn't function---
but instead your a chick that loves to suck the big dicks.
O did I mention, you would make a great prison bitch too.
So battling with me is a bad idea.
In my mind I know you like it from behind.
What I am saying doesn't make me a mastermind
But, unlike you, it makes me one of kind.
Your life has no story line,
Never has and never will,
Keep in mind that this is your one and only warning sign
I have plenty more motherfucking rhymes.
Your more likely to be seen in a homeless shelter chow line
Then being seen in a Walmart check out line.
Truthfully your worth the time
For me to shoot you with a nine.
I know that's a crime
But don't worry father time
One day this rhyme will be a nursery rhyme
That parents will sing to their children at bedtime.
We're almost a the finish line now.
So ladies and gentlemen please remain calm.
You blame my parents
For these tensions.
When you die
I promise, I wont even cry.
Fair warning
These last few lines are not even going to rhyme.
Mama always said
Don't cry over spilled milk.
So I guess that means that your the spilt milk.
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TristanCahill
Member since November 17 2014