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

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.