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Näytetään blogitekstit, joiden ajankohta on maaliskuu, 2025.

CHECK OUT MY MUSCLES AND FORM i'll BLOW YOU OUT OF YOUR PANTIES LIKE I'M THE STORM

  This my autism spectrum Disorder Going like mad ON the streets you’ve been had Frontline soldiering It’s Truth Detective i’m acting Out of the norm Hitting into the storm Like vaporized are these hoes Be going for some new clothes Each week day in day out Now time to shout Shout for the next round Now time to shout Some clouds Chemtrailing out it’s ass Pissing me off like that You see my hat Wear it on the head Your whole record system misled By the best of the best Yeah By the best of the best You’ve been misled Truth Detective blowing on your horn Check out my muscles and form I’ll blow you out of your panties like i’m a storm Check out my muscles and form By the best of the best You’ve been misled Can you standup to this bullshit COllege test Type of educative manipulative bitching Risking on the dissing I’m pissing Just into mic i’m pissing This dis...

Take a look at MY MIND - PERFECTIONISTS do not write STYLISH SUICIDE NOTE'S IN RHYME.

  The night time’s We have been hearing many lies In the wind they carry far All the way to the northern star Little further from your goal you are Today From the yesterday gone bad The background Just make it black What ever sets you back Hundred dollars on the dime I’ve had enough of human life These days i have no future lives Or hope for the tomorrow into the next You show no respect Well that’s just my magic Cigarette The word on the package Warnings they have no effect on you Can’t you understand there’s nothing blue In what you get They call the stronger flavor back Cause it caused hickups and you were met With strong resistance when you expressed Your real feelings they wanted nothing to do with it So you take into this habit That so many others have It’s more about what comes out And when your sad You feel like living in this world That is mad That’s where i draw the li...

REMEMBER TO PRAY, night turns into DAY. THE VILLAGE of idiots is MORE RELIGIOUS than MORMONS & GAY'S

Night time’s they have kept me up Wondering about the traffic signals Lights of artificial caliber Flow through my alibi Where was i? When the night time Turned into dusk On my writing desk there was so much dust And on the left side huge amounts of attention flowed It was my smartphone That was about to go Haywiring And worries krept up Then i decided I’m not dealing with that stuff Here we place a cut And the door it was kept shut No body welcome into this mind Even in the pitch black darkness There was always some light We found it inside Not from the out And when the pain crept in I transformed it into a shout I wasn’t too proud of what i had became But deforming into this type of insane That was just my way to riches and fame Cause how they ever gonna notice the man See the bullshit you do with your hands And compare it to mine The roots of these rhyme’s Came to me while i freestyled ...