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Date Posted: 19:34:31 03/14/03 Fri
Author: lyrikal mindz
Author Host/IP: NoHost /
Subject: just some shit i wrote for fun, some of it was put in just as lyrics so exuse anything entirely degrading read this let me know what uthink peace

Fuck being political
My soul was born to be lyrical
Never quite rational or logical
Smoking so much pot my brain
Goes thru smoke obstacles
I’m illuminating in the state of mind
Of violent crimes and rap rhymes
One day when I was 9 these kids jumped me
N tried to take my hearing aids
So I stole my mom’s visa
Went out n bought a 12 gauge
But somehow the next person dead
Was some dude named Kurt Cobain
so I told Courtney Love he died
From an overdose on cocaine
These are the beautiful thoughts
Of a broken brain
From so much bullshit
U go insane and wanna torture people
Like Mr. Saddam Hussein
I remember one day my mom told me
I wasn’t her son
I said ma what the fuck
Nicholas your Hitler’s clone
So I left the house
Walked in a bar mitzvah
Waving the flag of a swastika
Killin jews n lots of them
When I was little I didn’t like being home
I lived a life all alone
Smiling about sick thoughts going on in my dome
Like raping girls n choking them
With their grandmothers pearls
Are these lyrics too graphic
So explicit u don’t want your child to listen
Or grow up n become one of us
Or say to you one day
“Ma shut the fuck up or I’ll slit ya
why not slim shady did
hes my idol and im a 12 year old kid”
“yes son that rapper named eminem
who makes fun of everyone
and his own mother sued him”
“yup yup I wanna grow up to be just like him”
hand me the mic slim
I started freestylin then they unplugged the thing
Cuz they heard too much cursing
But these lyrics were soulfully bursting
I said what the fuck do u want me to sing
Some shit about the big tymers n all there diamond rings
Im an angel with broken wings
A rapper soon to be the chosen thing
But how can that happen
Theres a thousand assholes
Screamin Elvis is the king
And they all cried when he died
That wasn’t Elvis on the toilet
He’s still alive in the trunk of my car
Wait nick did u already forget-U totaled it
it got crushed at the junkyard
On Presley boulevard
That’s when I reached in my pocket
N pulled out the coffin bill
“Wait Ma those aren’t your vitamins”
Those are Elvis’s pills

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