Maybe dullboy would be proud

[Bodey]

Holy mackerel, I’ve been an asshole. Worse than a rascal handin a cashed bowl to a cattle of crack hoes tied to a lasso. It'd be a lie if i couldnt mention that i get high to Intervention like a deprived-n-cryin meth-head fightin that inner tension. Antidepressants with scanty life-lessons leaving me handy for wreckage, the manic depressive who panics and wrestles with Xanax and devils, completely disheveled. The vessel grows with a few to 5 Lexapro, an excessive dose approved by unethicals, oddly all with small testicles whose minds are viewed for tall pedestals, as theyre the ones that pencil notes and just seem so damn professional. That's why I smoke raw medical cuz I invest in those with chests clenched and cold. That's why I don't see my breath if snow should come before December blows cuz I ain’t got no flesh or soul. Don't ask how I get so negative, these nonstop thoughts embedded in arsenic poisons, heroin, garbage's loins are pedalin, and I act as if I’m better than a homeless junkie settled-in. So I scribble a bit after takin a shit, drink up a mix and take a couple of hits, just to crash out and wake up to whatever I writ', and then judge it like a critic for wits, and end up kinda pissed over what little I did. You're ridiculous, kid. Smokin cigs that aren’t lit from the ridge of your lips while you sit there convinced that it’s the closest sip of bliss that could ever exist

[Bodey]

Ha, guess not

[Mediocrity]

When your idols become your rivals.



This was fuckin dope though I want more of this

[big baby]

he would say he likes some things and that he likes dat ur trying. thx

[dull boy]

Write more of these.

[dead man]

yes please

[CopyPat]

Sup bodes
hmmmmm this was interesting to me. the beginning was honestly trash:

Holy mackerel, I’ve been an asshole. Worse than a rascal handin a cashed bowl to a cattle of crack hoes tied to a lasso"

you have to know this is NOT good at all..

It'd be a lie if i couldnt mention that i get high to Intervention like a deprived-n-cryin meth-head fightin that inner tension. Antidepressants with scanty life-lessons leaving me handy for wreckage, the manic depressive who panics and wrestles with Xanax and devils, completely disheveled

YES PLEASE!!! Now we're talkin. really good.

rest was ok. better than first 2 lines by a million but very average.

last few lines were weak again too... i think it's more along the lines of your scheme... lasso wacko back hoe blah blah is just boring as hell.. last few lines take a shit take a hit, make a dick shake my tits...same.. boring.. too easy, anyone can do that. play with better more interesting words, feel me?

[Bodey]

Yessir. The holy mackerel thing was me just foolin around and then I thought it was a funny line so I left it

[Vammy]

Damn I was feeling these bars very clever lyrics

[Dope girl]

Decent drop
I'm willing to hear more love