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his name is Paul, Allen was his brother
they both shared a mother but were fathered by another
hardly ever suffered a traumatic upbringing
looked out for eachother even with temptation singing
the notes fell on deaf ears, mother taught 'em well
until an act of fear got the smartest one expelled
now he's lost in the world of hollow disapproval
now he's in the search for a fight to bring a new hope
to justify losing everything over some jealousy
instead of beating up his brother for a bitch's tendencies
so now it's evident the bond was never definite
malevolent development has rendered it irrelevent
as desolate as it can get he worsens it with liquor
a drunken night evolves into depression every winter
when it was all so simple, a family united
but now what makes it worth it is the silence he just lighted
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before you fans start to forget me like i'm marty janetty
i'll park a machete into your ribs, my barbecues deadly
can't play with you fucking toys. bunch a barbies and kenny's
i might rain on your parade like some party confetti
BOARS
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Maniac when I’m repressing it
Trying to act like you’re depressed
I need to decompress before I relapse
Collapse and go comatose
My flow chromatically is Timex in a codex
Proliferate iron dates in avatars
Magnetic poles leave you divided by polls
You couldn’t even poll in booths by waves of computerized voters
Get decoded eroded unloading when I’m post on websites
Making me another trap master castor troy dapper dons
Masquerading as pawns of the system
When we’re knights of the labor
Had to bring it to the table
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your Teams a whore, bunch of cocksuckers never seen before
Demon swarms, genocide and all that shit we're fiending for
please be warned, silent sin is up in here with Sheepish Lord
we'll see your corpse move around in silence like a Ouija board
BOARS
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Lok u killed it like a ouija board
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unemployment is my current poison
all my boys think it's pure enjoyment
future wife sees the reality it breathes
still beside me 'till the day we breed a seed
a boost to my morality will no longer hold
significance when living in a four square abode
the water's always cold, the air never conditions
piling up the dishes when the water drys our wishes
ambitions are hanging on a thread
we used to have visions before the vows were said
before the house was set on a full time wage
but after we began love purely out of rage
some called it losing, i called it retribution
an eye for an eye for the loyalty confusion
promised you better times crossing my two fingers
started writing rhymes to replace the money bringer
guy who after everything continues writing sonnets
directed at his troubled wife who loves him not his wallet
btw this thread is older than those stickys lol no justice in this world
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Lol good rhyme man shit was deep
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Older than stickies, blowin the sticky these hoes wont forget me. Shrapnel gets bussin toss a gat like a Frisbee. Catch. Supply homies wit ratchets or hatchets or whatever to slash em cut em up. Hateful mothafuckas get chopped to stumps as I smoke trees in blunts smellin better than yo cheesy cunt. Then I eat a Freezie Pop bitch I dont stop make it hop without the scotch evade yo liver to hell delivery plot. Deliver my enemies into burial plots with aerial Glock shots flip thru the air like a video game. Shit its a shame how I piss on the lames. Just spittin flames aint nothing ever changed.
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Cats raps be cluttered they're easily rubbed out for writing rubish
Garbage emcees deceased by m sixteens republicans murked in the republic
Fake gangsters gutted hanging high lynched
Bad year blimps shrapnel and shell casings casted by fence
Docile ate before he ran a mile grab the switch
And beat em Adrian reminder of a foul age we in
Secret agent's couldn't aid your men
Tremors leave them trembling plus dismemberment
Syndicate is intricate but attack with Isis terror temperment
Kill the bill collector for rent sewage dirty establishment
Stab ladies and gents for the lack of commin sense
No fingerprints or evidence just the evident suspense
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my boi Donnie won the race, annoyed hotties run in place
Tryna get a big moist tamale in their face
Put you inside hell, you know what your rhymes tell me?
You'd sound better chatting shit over the Seinfeld theme
Give sheep rappers the chaos for formatting incorrectly
learn to use the ink correctly, I doubt you're thinking steady
The DoJos returned, so all you emo rappers
We about to get it cracking like Cino glasses
