Thursday, February 24, 2011



jesus called, said he's sick of the dissin'

3 comments:

  1. Benjamin John SmithFebruary 24, 2011 at 7:38 PM

    i’m a f-ckin’ walkin’ paradox, no i’m not
    threesomes with a fuckin’ triceratops, reptar
    rappin’ as i’m mockin’ deaf rock stars
    wearin’ synthetic wigs made of anwar’s dreadlocks
    bedrock, harder than a muthaf-ckin’ flintstone
    makin’ crack rocks outta pissy n-gga fishbone
    this n-gga jasper tryna get grown
    about five-seven of his bitches in my bedroom
    swallow the cinnamon, i’mma scribble this sin and shit
    while syd is tellin’ me that she’s been gettin’ intimate with men
    syd, shut the fuck up
    here’s the number to my therapist
    tell him all your problems, he’s f-ckin’ awesome with listenin’

    wolf haley, golf wang

    jesus called, he said he’s sick of the disses
    i told him to quit bitchin’, this isn’t a f-ckin’ hotline
    for a f-ckin’ shrink, sheesh i already got mine
    and he’s not f-ckin’ workin’, i think i’m wastin’ my damn time
    i’m clockin’ three past six and goin’ postal
    this the revenge of the dicks, that’s nine cocks that cock nines
    this ain’t no v tech shit or columbine
    but after bowlin’, i went home to some damn adventure time
    (what’d you do?) i slipped myself some pink xanies
    and danced around the house in all-over print panties
    my mom’s gone, that fuckin’ broad will never understand me
    i’m not gay, i just wanna boogie to some marvin
    (what you think of hayley williams?)
    f-ck her, wolf haley robbin’ ‘em
    i’ll crash that f-ckin’ airplane at that faggot n-gga b.o.b is in
    and stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus
    and won’t stop until the cops come in
    i’m an over achiever, so how ’bout i start a team of leaders
    and pick up stevie wonder to be the wide receiver
    green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
    all i want, f-ck money, diamonds and bitches, don’t need ‘em
    but where the fat ones at, i got somethin’ to feed ‘em
    in some cookin’ books the black kids never wanted to read ‘em
    snap back, green ch-ch-chia f-ckin’ leaves
    it’s been a couple months, and tina still ain’t permed her fuckin’ weave, damn

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  2. Benjamin John SmithFebruary 24, 2011 at 7:40 PM

    Fucking amazing.

    "i slipped myself some pink xanies
    and danced around the house in all-over print panties my mom’s gone, that fuckin’ broad will never understand me"

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  3. I.S.February 26, 2011 at 9:27 PM

    Can't. Stop. Listening.

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