Random Freestyle

I'm Sick N Twisted ,Stayin Always Wicked, My Lyrics Roll'n Off Ya Tongue Like Limp Bizkit,

I'm Lyrically Gifted, Weights Been Lifted, Breakin Syllables N Words Apart Call Me Mr.Fix-It,

Fuck That N This Bitch , Cuz I'm Da Shit Trick, I'll Kill  Mothafucka's cuz i'm down wit Da sickness,

Man Fuck Da riches, I'm about business, Spittin What i feel , raw n real Like Flash wit the quickness,

Give Me A Reason

Give Me a Reason I Need To Breathe

Cuz Livin With Deceit Is Like a Disease

Bringin Me Down Coughin Blood On ma Sleeve

RIP I Gotta Father That left so Im A Bastard

Tell Him He Got Cut Outta My Life Like Cancer

Tell him if I See em Again I'll Holdem Fo Ransom

Kill Em Before I Get My Demands Answered

Put da Barrel To My Head n relieve this handgun



Chorus

Give me a Reason To Take My Pills

Give Soldiers A reason Not To Kill

Give Me A Reason To Stand as a Man

Give me A reason So I Can Understand

Verse 2

Fuck The Truth Cuz yall Cant Stand it

I Work With Rhymes Shakespeare Hamlet

Fuck the Universe or at least this planet

Betta Yet Fuck Hell Below God Damnit

Fuck The Success Imma Make

Take The Dough Im Bout To Take

Take The Loko Wit Da Cake

And Take The Slugs From Dis A-kay


Chorus

Give me a Reason To Take My Pills

Give Soldiers A reason Not To Kill

Give Me A Reason To Stand as a Man

Give me A reason So I Can Understand




Factually You Can Check Me N My Quotes

But If Ya Take My Lines I'll Slit Ya Throats

Hang Ya Ass From A Tree With A Rope

And Watch The Blood Pour Til Ya Choke

Take Ya Coke To Make a Profit

Take Ya Bank Key Imma Rob it

Take Ya Girl N Maker Shoplift

I Do What I Want N you aint Gone Stop It

Chorus

Give me a Reason To Take My Pills

Give Soldiers A reason Not To Kill

Give Me A Reason To Stand as a Man

Give me A reason So I Can Understand

Give me a Reason To Take My Pills

Give Soldiers A reason Not To Kill

Give Me A Reason To Stand as a Man

Give me A reason So I Can Understand

Creative Thinking

Constantly Conscious In A Realm Of Unanswered thoughts

Shamelessly laying While Life Passes And I Just Sit N Watch

Unaware Of All Things Around Me Focused on Cognitive thoughts

Whispers In My Mind Remind me Of a Past left Us Un-Taught

Decades Gone By And im Feeling Like Im Drowning To Death

On The Air And The Air That Im Inhaling Wont Give Me Breath

Instead Its Filling my Lungs Ghastly With Nothing Else Left

So I Ask In my Will Gasping On My Last Leave out the rest

The rest Of My Past That Had You hated Me Factually

I Would Love Nothing better in my Death actually

more then a Personified Living Catastrophe

I Intend here n Now to Write My Masterpiece

Unanswered Prayers

Decomposing From Demons Depriving Me Of Nutrients

compromising My Body Away Fallin Apart Imcompitence

Damn these Demons that Dwell Inside me Reluctantly

I need God To Shine Down His Light Most Importantly

Tear These Terrorizing Things That Treat Me Terrably

God If You Were Only Here I Wish You I Could See

The Light Of Angels Awaken And Abolish Angered Beings

So Called Sanity Scratching Selectivley Hanging onto Cielings

Sweet Christ Of Im Considering You the Reason Why Im Breathing

And The Devil Destroying My Heart Is Dastardly The Reason Im Bleeding

Unconciously Im Falling Uncradled by Carried By The Air Im receiving

I Practice my Praying Publicly Infront Of Preachers Preaching Prayers

They Cast Out the Creatons Creating Cassualties Consuming Craters

Thank You God You Are My Savior Forever For Answerin Unanswered Prayers

Sharing Secrets With Serenadipity

Sharing Secrets With Serenadipity

Wishing All Is Well I Wither Misserably

While She Heals My Untamed Heart Mystically

She tells Me Thats Her In I Be A Great Emcee

to Both Make Rhythm N Rhym My Mastery

Equivickly Thats What Ive Wished To Be

Telling My Secrets As If they Were A Mystery

She Conncted Me Correctively Confincingly

I Never Thought It Be A Possability

For Me to Be Writing n Rhyming Wickedly

On Paper With Thoughts Of Favored Victory

you Dont Hear Me Your Not Listening

To The Whistle Of My Wand I Use for Wizardry

But Magic Seems fairly Limited By Thee Individual

I Guess Serendipity Love Anotherone More Mystical

Heartless Home

Heh They Say Home Is Where The Heart Is

But Where's a Home For Someone who is Heartless

God This is Me Why Do I Feel So Damn Retarded

Maybe You've Said Something I just Disregarded

Maybe If I Listened More I Would still have a home

Not Be Livin In a AFC Fuckin Feelin Useless n alone

What Do I Have To Do To Get A Reasonable Answer

Do i have to Be Layin In A Cot Waitin To Die Of Cancer

Hang My White Blood Cells inside my heartless Home

Becuase i Could really Give Two Fucks Im a Heartless Drone

Realistic Thoughts

Symptoms Of My Mechanical Mind Has Me Working Like An Engine

Hinting To The People Of The World that I try To Literally Offend Them

Offensively Making Gestures and Movements That Later Find Myself Mentally Repentin

Wish That I Could Imagine an Imaginary Hand Gun To Clear my Congestion

Or Take Away The Darkness inside Of My Most Recent Of Obsessions

I Find myself Thinkin Of Times Where We didn’t Need to Whisper

About Things We Admired And Idolized From A Painted Picture

But Now All Of Our Words Get Spun Around Like a Awing Twister

With Sharpmil And Metal Cutting Away At Our Feelings Like scissors

Why Cant We Support Our Thoughts Without Any Acts Of Judgment needing Justification

People Now Are Letting There true Feelings Hide Like A Fetish Some Have For Masturbation

I cant Help But Notice that Many Others Are Here Looking for a Land Of The Free and a Country So Beautiful

When The Country at the Moment is far from which they’d hope because its actually looking very pitiful

Realistically I Don’t Know Whether To Run And Hide Or Define My Misery

Or To Come Back Home And Live Through Broken Home That One Had Much History

So Essentially What is One To Do When They Have Broken Thoughts And Broken Down Dreams

When God Is Invisable and When You Call To Him Or Her It feels Like No Ones There To hear A Thing

Im Wondering About Myself Ever So Drastically


Wishing That God Is Out There Talking To Me Magically

Wishful thinking I guess as my mother tells me to grab her some medication for her Fibromilgia

But In Life I try To Make her as Comfortable as I can not holding onto any finesse or nostalgia

But What Really Matters to A Broken Down Man Or Boy That Lives In A Mans Body

I try To Live Up To My Expectations but things don’t always agree with my Oddly

Its Hard To Assume anything Now In This World That we live today in this date and time

So For Now I Will Sit Here And Do My Very Best to Stand With This Mic And Amuse you With My rhymes