Mr. Sinister Lyricist

Rage is what you feel when you write like this;
When you don't give a shit if you hit or you miss,
Cause you The Shit, and you knew it from jump,
Ready to bite a nigga head off as soon as he jumps.

You be mean muggin' mutha fuckas just for the hell of it,
And your homies keep asking, "Dude why you be buggin'?
Why sometimes you be all quiet and don't wanna talk,
And like a bat straight out of hell where ever you walk?"

And I reply, "Ya'll can all go fuck yourselves,"
While I'm bumping that D12 World by D12.
Protect your health, and stay the fuck away from me.
Unless you wanna get ass fucked, don't fuck with me.

I'm a punk that gets punked by none of you punks,
Smoke the funk and stay drunk, but never stunt,
On the hunt for a weak rhyme chump to make brunch,
Skip lunch, wait for a new bunch, then take a chomp.

Now a chunk of yo ass is missin', and my ass you kissin'
while I laugh and piss. Now stop that "fag-shit" dissin'.
This is the christenin' of the illest spittin'
sinister Mr. Lyricist with a pen. So listen in.

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For The Gays

Hook
This ain’t for no ho-mo-phobes. (Oh no!)
It’s for the gays. (Hooray!)
Let’s celebrate. (Hooray!)
Have a parade.

Unlock the clo-set door. (You know)
Or burn it down. (Uh huh)
Let’s have a rave. (Say yay!)
You’re with the Rave.
repeat 2x

Verse
Let’s have a – masquerade, paper faces on parade.
And if you’re – old and grey, you can where a younger face.
Erase – all the pain – you felt along the way.
And feel the – jubilation, no shaming here today.

We got – fiends and queens, some dressed like Halloween
But know the – finer things. And they’re decent human beings.
And there are – butches with bushes, but no cushion for the pushin,
Cause they ain’t got no fat, just muscle, but still good looking.

A rookie to this here life (yes I am), but feel the pride - and I
will stop contributing to the hate, or be denied.
So lift your heads to the sky, and live your life till you die.
If you’ve got fear inside, realize it’s your time to shine.

Friends, Americans, foes, come on in out of the cold.
This is the new renaissance. The sissies are the true bold.
And all you haters are cowards that soon will be overpowered.
The hour's ours so cower, cause you're now out of your hourglass.

Hook
This ain’t for no ho-mo-phobes. (Oh no!)
It’s for the gays. (Hooray!)
Let’s celebrate. (Hooray!)
Have a parade.

Unlock the clo-set door. (You know)
Or burn it down. (Uh huh)
Let’s have a rave. (Say yay!)
You’re with the Rave.
repeat 2x

Off The Chain

Lucky my lying ass ways ain't got me killed thus far,
But had to cut that shit short, and thank my lucky stars.
So, here's the deally, I suck on the jimmy,
And plenty bitches wishing it was them I was hittin'.

And they can get it too, if they play their cards right.
And that's to play the background, and forget the limelight.
But hoes nowadays got lots of sleazy ways
to break a real nigga down, and play'em like a bass.

But if her mind is right and keeps her body tight,
Then we can confide and bump and grind all day and night.
Please pardon my bi sentiments, cause I will not relent.
I'm so self-indulgent with this shit.  "REPENT!"  Yeah you wish.

This is the wish of so many fallen fags;
The bashed, the trashed and the hags have found salvation at last.
Come on and follow me to the Jordan Stream,
For we have love, hope, and a dream to be anything
WE WANT!

Soul Dance

Verse 1
Finally Friday night, can’t wait to go out,
And find somethin’ nice, know what I’m talkin’ bout?
But first I've got to clean my insides out,
Self bump and grind until the slime spouts.

Entrails are spewing only that gooey goo,
That natural lube inside each and all of you.
And when it oozes, I exude sex tunes,
Web shemale booties always do the duty.

A cute well-hung bitch brings the shit out,
And when they bend and spread, I wanna eat’em out.
At that point, I gotta stop,
Don’t wanna stop. My dildo rocks.

It’s getting’ hot in here, like Nelly.
So I pause the pod to stop the Kelly.
And I’m feeling the pain in my belly,
Now I’m ready, time to go get ready.

Hook 1
It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.

It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.

Verse 2
What the fuck is on ya’ll niggas mind,
Looking at me and feeling that I’m fine?
But you can’t accept that shit can you?
You niggas are such haters. I can’t stand you.

You got guns and we got guns,
So, let’s get together and have a little fun.
I can make you cum, and you can make me cum,
But brotherly love I know you want none of.

And I’m ready to die for what I believe.
And if you go, I’m sure that many will grieve.
But I’m an outcast so if I’m outblasted,
There’ll be considerebly less who’ll think tragic.

But this is fantastic,
Acrobatically giving you rhyme feeds to bring you to your knees.
So open up boy. [(Uh) Open up]
And tell me truthfully, you wanna suck?

Or we can fuck, me in the buck,
(or) you in the buck. So yo what’s up?
I like my nuts cupped and tugged firmly,
Or maybe cuffed and stuffed inside yo mouthpiece.

Man we can do whatever that brings pleasure,
And boy I’m off the meter, no need to measure.
Let’s get together and go to where ever,
I know this scene is hot, but I can show you better,

With leather straps, where I can gag you,
Or you can tie me up and light a candle.
Let the molten wax drip on my chest,
As I squirm and wiggle in the pleasantest,

Foreplay that’s oh so unrelenting,
Let myself go, and no pretending,
Just resending me to where plenty
desires are met with this chemistry,

Hook 2
And we can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man
We can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man

We can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man
We can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man