Plea To GOD

It is so easy to dig out the evil in others.
I’m pleading cause we all just need to be brothers.
Agreed between you and me long in the past
was seeing the free equally leads us to lasting.

And having these petty conflicts is too often,
And coffins are filled with the lost. They say off with his head.
I’m fed up with this existence,
And sentences written reveal my repentance.

And witnesses witness wickedness within me.
The envy that’s in me leaves me not so friendly,
God! Enlighten me please of my destiny.
God! Make me stronger please and not weary.

God befriend me so I can be near to thee.
To defend thee fill me with your energy.
There’s no inner peace unless you will intercede.
As I sit and read I feel you right here with me.

Get Krunk

Chorus
Get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk,
Get to stuntin' if you wanna get some.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with.
I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.

So get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk,
Get to stuntin' if you wanna get some.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with.
I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.

Verse
I rips it quick. Don't make me spit.
You'll feel like shit, and sniffle like a bitch.
The clock it ticks, and I'm using rhymes as bricks
 to bust yo' lips, and giggle never grippin' my fists.

I can't resist, cause opportunity exists
to belittle pitiful men doing this for the ends,
Listening to my flow, and sittin' in at the shows,
And homing in on the hoes that be rollin' with me-oh no!

I don't know why my foes think that they got some flow,
And their souls are exposed. I'm scoping like a vulture.
This is closure, can't hear that shit no longer.
No one is holding me back, like cologne I'm on ya,

Bend and fold ya. This isn't California,
No Hollywood only hood niggas hang on this corner.
Many before ya came through thinking they're colder.
And like pneumonia I'm sick, and still getting stronger,

Chorus
So get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk,
Get to stuntin' if you wanna get some.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with.
I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.

So get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk,
Get to stuntin' if you wanna get punked.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with.
I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.

Because

CHORUS
for the reason that: due to the fact that:
The boy was absent because he was ill
for the reason that: due to the fact that:
The boy was absent because he was ill
repeat 2x

VERSE 1
Yes I am ill. Tell me can you feel
the lyrics that I'm spittin? At least you will until
I finally repent for messages I've sent,
But won't be right now, my brain is absent.

So don't put me in check. Man just break yo neck.
No need to protest. I know I'm not the best.
So just show respect, and never neglect
the urge to shake your booty whether you're a cutie or roughneck.

And don't look for the reason that winter is the season
for baby making, fortune staking, and OH YEAH the cheating.
And also the beating. I never knew the reason
of mommy's suffering and my daddy's lack of feeling.

It's just the way life goes: Daddy's throwing blows,
mommy's crying woes. Still hearing them echo.
But that's another show, can't have too much exposed,
like walking round the house wearing mommy's pantyhose.

CHORUS
for the reason that: due to the fact that:
The boy was absent because he was ill
for the reason that: due to the fact that:
The boy was absent because he was ill
repeat 2x

VERSE 2
Moved out of mommy's house. It just was time to bounce.
Okay, she kicked me out. She didn't have to shout.
Didn't have no where to go, and watching G.I. Joe
inspired me to be a soldier, you know like Rambo.

So I enlisted, but had the whole thing twisted.
It wasn't how I envisioned it, so I up and quit it.
Okay they kicked me out for running my big mouth,
For airing fellow warring buddies' dirty laundry out,

And acting like a saint, that shit I clearly ain't.
But I was set up ya'll, didn't have no time to thank.
So I peed in the cup. Like that my time was up.
I went to see my girl, but she was getting fucked.

The world as I knew it, was over cause I blew it.
Didn't know what I was doing in bed, so she was screwing him.
Fuck the whole world, and every single girl.
Like Eminem had said, you make me fucking earl.

CHORUS
for the reason that: due to the fact that:
The boy was absent because he was ill
for the reason that: due to the fact that:
The boy was absent because he was ill
repeat 2x

Raving Rave

What’s up nigga?  How do you do?

Can you tell me what you are into?

Oh, you like to be at the helm?

Just the thought makes me overwhelmed.

Me?  I love the furrowing brows,

On the faces when it’s cumming all out.

And those growning sounds and moaning sounds,

They send me into the clouds – no coming down. 

So fuck it.  Let’s be out this bitch before it’s six.

If we were a hetero couple, we could go get hitched.

But this is the lone star, where fears of the queers are,

Where the Bushes smoke bushes and only loving their wars.

They got no love for fags, more hated than Baghdad.

Like father like son – the dad’s the one that started this madness.

Sorry to sour the mood, been watching too much youtube.

I got the rubbers and lube, cause I’ll be the one getting screwd.

Rap Gone Gay

There is this place I used to visit, to suck big dick.
Anytime I couldn't find one, I'd go apeshit.
So I said to myself, "Why do you put up with this?"
Answer was, "when I'm slurping and gulping cum, I'm ecstatic,"

Fanatic, dick addict, attack it with lips and spit.
Get a grip.  Damn I trip, when it drips from the tip.
I'm like shit, can't get no better than this.  My life is the shit,
Till I kiss my man in public, cause ya'll talk shit.

So I'll sit in this here closet, only come out at night.
After all that's when the freaks come out, right?  (Right)
Mother fuckers ain't never got nothin' to say 'bout others upliftin',
So I'm no longer kissing ass of homophobes who be trippin'.

I'll just listen to Elton John sing, "I'm Still Standing,"
As I stroll down this new corridor of dark men standing,
Hand in hand, all in demand with good cushion for pushin'.
He's good lookin'.  He's got me shook.  And he could use a good whuppin'.