Yo user, spit somethin' abstract

Yo user, spit somethin' abstract.

bang bang i shoot you with my gun
rock n roll is here to stay

Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands

why would i spit something abstract when i met god one time?

damn

I was WALKING down the street
CLANG CLANG OOOOOOO
I saw some woman meat
BOOM BOOM NIGGA OOOOOOO
I touched her booty holeee
OOOO NIGGA OOOOO
I fucked her pussy too
NIGGA O O NIGGA

easy easy easy easy easy

im the trasymachean monarch of trash
the transilvanian imam with an iranian stash
the alkaloids of akkadia the haschsish of hassan
I'm a contemporary nizari papaver somniferum

*spits on madlib*

SAVOIR NOVA SHAKA GLARE
ZULU SOMNAMBULIST LAIR

MAKE THE BITCHES WET WITH DRIP
I AM THE PUSSY ALCHEMIST

Match my visions with your anger
Control the master.
Call the facts inaccurate so all the fallen have to do is follow.
I solemnly swear to walk backwards every time the jaw snaps and alongside of that, I'll try to not feel hollow
Feed the sorrow. Lick the face of a degenerate
Belly rub the anarchist for tearing down the temple he thought he can't topple
When crisis emerges, walk away quickly, 'cause, little did they know, it's another pill hard to swallow
Martyr embargo.
You keep yours and we'll keep ours out of heavy arms reach.
Only knives provide ground for the squabble.
It's a polarizing experience when fear mixes with pure lust and the vixen you once craved for becomes a deadly drug. I barely shrug weight off my shoulders, but I do it just enough so when the new rocks roll in,
I'm able to keep it together, even if it is with the consistency of limestone.
My pride's gone and all that’s left are twists and turns of the cyclone
Screw the line. I want the entire multi-dimensional plane
Pull the lever. Scream in anguish as art starts to resemble the pain
Thoughts disassemble the mystery of tomorrow.
Listen, argue and be pissed at lizards which don't deserve the first place.
It's where you're supposed to be.
Urged to behave normally 'cause the "fall asleep" part never did work quite well.
It either called itself a bleak start or folded when the feet dumped weight on the street
I'll wait. Deplete my strength and reach hearts
Clean thine mess.
Leave my flesh to fear dark.

fuck a bitch in the ass
donkey punch
she that booty hole
booty munch
electrolytes afterwards
hawaiin punch
she cook for me after that
delicious brunch
go and work out a few hours later
ab crunch

...

I'M IN LOOOVE WITH THE CO-CO

alright pardner... keep on rollin baby... you know what time it is

Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh
I put the pussy in a sarcophagus

Today is the shadow of tomorrow
Today is the present future of yesterday
Yesterday is the shadow of today
The darkness of the past is yesterday
And the light of the past is yesterday
The days of yesterday are all numbered in sum
In the world once
Because once upon a time there was a yesterday
Yesterday belongs to the dead
Because the dead belongs to the past
The past is yesterday
Today is the preview of tomorrow but for me
Only for my better and happier point of view
My point of view is the thought of a better or try
Reality is today of eternity
The eternity of yesterday is dead
Yesterday is as one
The eternity of one is the eternity of the past
The past is once upon a time
Once upon a time is past
The past is yesterday today
The past is yesterday today
While we're searchin for tomorrow

The light of the past is the light which was
The wisdom of the past is the light of the past
The light of the future is the light which is to be
The wisdom of the future is the light of the future see
Yesterday belongs to the dead
Tomorrow belongs to the living
The past is certified as a finished product
Anything which has ended is finished
That which is perfect is finished
The perfect man is no exception to the rule
The perfect man of the past is made according to the rule of the past
The rule of the past is a law of injustice and hypocrisy
The revelation of the meaning of the law is revealed through the law itself
The wisdom of the past is the light of the past
The light which is to be the wisdom of the future
The light of the future casts the shadows of tomorrow
Sun Ra
Sun Ra
Lord Quas
Madlib

COCAIN IN MY BRAIN
COCAIN IN MY BRAIN
SMOKE WEED TOO
COCAIN IN MY BRAIN

my dick
is hard
they call me
the bard

Please no muslim prayers muhhamed

FUCK A PEN
CAN A COKE HANGIN FROM A CHANDELIER
EAT FISH AND FUCK A TOASTER
YEAH IM A BIT QUEER
SMASH A HO WITH THE TWIN TOWERS
BITCH MY MODEMS DISCONNECTED
GOT PENILE STRENGTH POWERS
DIS CAMPIN FIREWOOD KEEPS WHAT IM PITCHIN ERECTED
OO SHIT FEEL IT SHOOTIN OUT ME EARS
SCARLETT JOHANNESBURG BEIN RAPED BY AN EYEBAG O TEARS
WASTE ME
RAPE ME, MY FRIEND
OOOOO BITCH
SMOKE A DOLLAR BILL LIKE A FISH
DO U WANT DIS DISH?
FUCK YOU
I KISS YOUR OPEN SORES
IM LISTENING TO IN UTERO RIGHT NOW
RECAPTCHA?
IM A HACKER.
NO FUCKIN BUTTON
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE
BITCH I SMASH YOUR NIPPLES
DEN I EAT A PACK O PICKLES
MM YUM
DIS IS GOOD
RAPE ME CARL SAGAN
I SEE HIM OO SHIT HE AINT AGEING
CARL SAGAN SMILIN WIT A STAR BACKDROP
VISUALISE VISUALISE VISUALISE DAT
NOW IMAGINE HIM IN A BIG FAT HAT
HES A CAT
WITH A BAT
AND A CAT
AND HES FAT
IM A RAT
RAT-A-TAT-TAT
ITS ME, MISTER PAT
FUCK OFF
OH OKAY SORRY
POSTMAN PAT POSTMAN PAT
THE BIG NINCOMPOOP GREEDY FAT
BLANKET OF ASS
BAG FULLA SASS
YEAH IM A BIT CRASS
I JUST FUCKED A TOASTER
WHILE EATING A BASS
I DROP THE BASS
DEN I SMACK A DUDES ASS
WHEN I SUCK DICK IM FAST
LIGHTNING BOLT SAY "BOOBIDEEBOOBOOP" LAST
NOISE ROCK IS WHAT I HAVE IN MY DICK
IM PIERO SCARUFFI
AY EM AY
IM A TOTAL BITCH SENPAI
BUT I AINT GAY
SUCK A DICK
REALLY QUICK
TURN A TRICK
DONT TAKE THE MICK
YOU A BIT THICK
MY IQ IS 1.2
YEAH YEAH YEAH WOO
IM THINKING ABOUT TRYING NOFAP
CUZ PORN MAKES ME FEEL CRAP
MY FISHFUCKING SKILLS DO IT SAP?
THE INTERNET GIRL SAYS YAP U CHAP
COKE CAN TO MY LEFT
COMPUTER MOUSE TO MY RIGHT
IM FAT
I AM WEARING A HAT
PUSSY AND ASS
THATS ALL YOU NEED
I NEED THAT BIG ASS MASS
OF COCK
NIRVANA IN UTERO
UR COMPUTER CANT EVEN BOOT U BRO
UR DRO
U HO

I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle cyclical quzzical mystical clinical criminal pivotal typical physical hysterical cereal individual

I buy a watermelon
I cut a slice
I eat the slice
Where did the watermelon go?
Nobody knows

Panda, Panda

Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda

fuck where did it actually go tho

what the fuck this shit is next

damn...

bruh

>EAT FISH AND FUCK A TOASTER
>YEAH IM A BIT QUEER
damn...

damn MC Cum u aint no joke

get these white girls out of my home

check the next chapter
i know youre not my father
see these stars flinging my fingertips
its like nobody gives any shits

I don't spit fire my nigga I spit acid/
Wow what a lovely lake, it's very placid!

my hands sing hymns in morse code
got eight knuckles all like horse chodes
leavin torched loads of scorched roads burnin in my wake
bitches with their thirst slate, witches burnt at rigged stake

I'm chuckin MCs like Blanka
I got the money inna bank
I'm a banka
You ain't got money in da Bank
You're a wanka

unfinished

Celebrated procreation
Amongst teenagers with no patience
MTV entertainment displays the situation
Don’t parent well
Like that bitch Jezebel
It’s all dizzee like the rascal
Dad still scheming on taxes and everyday fast food
I ask who
Will take care
of the potential engineers
Singers at the opera
Music watchers and highly-trained doctors
Document professionals, the doctorates

p diddy kong extendos, diamond doo doo fling
sling shot zoonosis infect the hoes, marvelous hobo wink
noodle hobo flex I'm in, noose neckpiece, frosty, no safety net brower drifting through the googleplex
leave a mess chugging minced & canned think tanks, top dogs with tank tops need the from the vet
feedback loops, make they brain scatter
super soakers at the shooting range
leave a mess, rearrange the greymatter
the sun said "leave a massage after the bleep", so I emptied my bladder
what's the matter
done did already

oh I didn't finish that one sentence
>top dogs with tank tops need the from the vet
*need the needle from the vet

Abstract, user, not abysmal

ohohohooaahoahoahohaohaohaoh
iam god duh duhduhduh boo doo doo
fuck tghe presssss i'm that prezzzz
ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS
[gunshot]

Have you ever had a thought
Like you're somewhere you're not

head of a trick in a BUCKET
body of a trick in a BAG

spiritual lyrical cynical miracle
waaaah im the only good white raper in the game
fuck mtv
i hate my mommy i love my daughter

I'm Mario because I'm Mario
You hear me, boy
I sit on the chair like a chairsitter
Fuck yeah I sit on chairs
I watch the Tommy move 5 times a day
I can't do a pushup because it makes me cry
9 is my favourite number
Nice to meet you my crotch is on fire
I sure do like to do a backflip every once in a while
I can't count to 5

>I watch the Tommy move 5 times a day
>I can't count to 5
what did he mean by this?

IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES

FUCK OUR ARMS FUCK YOUR CREW FUCK IF I WONT FUCK YOU
CASTIN BOOTY DOWN STEPS BREAK A BACK BREAK YA NECK
BRIC-A-BRAC, TIC-TAC BOBBLEHEAD KNICK-KNACK
SPITTIN BARS, ICONOCLASTIC LIKE RELIGIOUS FARCE
GO TO MY ARMS, MA IMMA BORROW YOUR CAR
TAKE IT FOR A SPIN, NOW IM WATCHING NOBODY
SIPPIN ASH AND GIN, BUT IM GETTIN BIG BODY
YE-YEAH MY SNAKE, COMIN OUT THE WOOD-WORKS
CAUGHT ME SELLIN CAPS, BUT THAT AINT HOW FLATS WORK
SYNERGALISTICAFLAGULATATE
SEE ALL THESE NIGGAS HERE FOCUS ON HATE
I CANNOT BLESS, BUT I DIGRESS
RELIEVE THIS ABSTRACT FEEL ALL OUTTA MA CHEST

Nice copypasta

REAL FIRE, PURE

Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script
Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget
Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go
Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren
Then it's last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven
Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro
Guess so, still incredible in escrow
Just say Ho! I'll test the yayo
Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
Before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco
The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
... In all quad flavors, Lord save us
Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne
Think you know the name, don't rack your brain
On a fast track to half insane
Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane"
Laughter, pain
"Hackthoo'ing" songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast
He's at it again
Mad at the pen
Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men
Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
You can find the villain in satin, congas
The van screeches
The old man preaches
About the gold sand beaches
The cold hand reaches
For the old tan Ellesse's
... Jesus

repared in innocence to meet our king of glory
and so we have this
you have it in your secret windows
and you're understanding to understand it and to bring it forth
it takes minute detail
it takes a holy life
it takes emotions
it takes dedication
it takes dedication
it takes a death
and only God can allow it,
and you couldn't do it if you're not the seed of God
and so the path through the great corridors
these are corridors unto his perfection
that is which the prophet and the Urim and Thummim has penetrated
that through this great sea of blackness
that I penetrated through these corridors
and I went through that last segment
where I went through these dark serpentines
I passed through that corridor
where they sat, where they are
and when you penetrate to the most high God
you will believe you are mad
you will believe you've gone insane
but I tell you if you follow the secret window
and you die to the ego nature
you will penetrate this darkness
oh yes there's many a man or woman
that's been put in the insane asylum
when this has happened to them
and they're sitting there today, people think they're insane
but they saw something that's real
and they see it when they're on drugs
the only thing is they see it
not through the light of God, and the way I show you
I show you to see it through the light of God
and the understanding of God
because when you see the face of God, you will die
and there will be nothing left of you
except the God-man, the God-woman
the heavenly man, the heavenly woman
the heavenly child
there'll be prayer on your lips day and night
there'll be a song of jubilee waiting for your king
there will be nothing you will not be be looking for in this world
except in for your god
this is all a dream
a dream in death

Godspeed you

Yo, exclamations and violently spat verbs
Riddled with swear words and absurd non-sequiturs
My mouth spurs as I breathe through my morphing lips
Parental guidance is required so don't be on some orphan shit
More than this
I'm intellectually withstanding heat like I'm wolverine evading nukes while sipping creatine
He to me
Is a soldier versus an infantry
And I'll be in his blood stream like diabetes
Beating me like your mother won't really calm your qualms
Or help your country like the vice versa of Saddam
These bloody palms once gripped like a plier
But I no longer hold onto any beliefs, I'd be a liar
If I were to state I knew anything about everything or nothing in my existence
And the thoughts that squirm within broths and worms don't give an ounce of resistance
But listen
My ignorant view points make me blow down a few joints
And I'm making cash so funny that I get a couple Jew points

is that ride

busdriver das racist cannibal ox

mac n cheese cash muney spaceships

Wow, I just made this off the top as a fuckin joke, but now that I'm rereading it I kinda like it

flame

Numbers

Did you just leak Death Grips' next album?

This is some next level shit doe

octopus focktopus crocktopus mo
twenty dolla bills yo girl is now my ho

BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW BLOW

She got a big booty
It be poopin' brown stuff
Even in my Bugatti

I jizz on her face
Ain't no disgrace
I'll make her clean her fuckin' face

Shoot a nigga
Kill a clown
Big brown
Wit a frown

I'm that nigga
Getting bigga
Finger on the trigga

I might have to rape a nigga
No homo

Four Darks in Red
No one got his art
Now that nigga Rothko Dead

Agent Orange, pain and porn
All I see is rape and thorns
Ancient swarms of faceless worms
struggling to make the door
before the cut-off time
burrowing into the dirt
unremembered, always hurt
the worms eat into my brain
ţ̘̜͔͇h̺̺ȩ̯̦ ̢̩w̳̞o͕̩̲̗̟r̼m̠͇̹̺̳̀s̨͇̣̰͓̱̫ ̨͎̭͕ę̠͉̖ͅa̴͍̫̰̬̣͍t͎ ̶͓̝̙̹̫͕i̷͉̦̬n̝̼͞t̬̹͙̭̱̳̗o̹͎̗̙ ̜̳͕͖̼̳̫m͍͚͓y ̛͇̜̗͈̤b̸̖̘͚͕̟̩̘r̨̭̠a̦͙ͅͅi̝͚͍͓̩̬ͅn̩̯͍
t̸̬̳̜h͏̡̭̩͕̬̰͟e͚̦͝ ̢͖̻̣w҉͈̹o̕҉̵̝͕r̶̵̗͍̫͔͓m͏͈̙̺̭̖̻̠ͅs̱̮̤͟ ̡̜͓͙̜̺̲͓ͅe̵͉̲̠̖̙̠͜a̞̘̖̙̱̯͞t͈͉̺̜̼̻̜̀ͅ ̶͎͉̦͇͟i͏̶̤̦̝͠ͅn͓̳̟͉͈̝͇͠t̵̪͍̦̗͎̺́o̪̼͚̼͔͙͉̘ ̵͔͈͢͡m͍͔̺̲͉̀y̷̶̨̬ ̜̟̱͎̠̺̻͖b͏͓̟̩͞r̵̪̦͎͇̦a̡̫̗͙͉͚̟̕i̴̷̢͎̬̖͍̲̬̘n̛͇̟͉͢
t̡̛̻̯͕͈̳͚̣̼͟ͅh̕͏̱̠̙̖̟̪̪ȩ̶̺͚͈̟̮̠̯͕͖͕̣̟̗͉̥̱̀͡ ̷͚̤̰̠̹͍̻͖̜̖̖͢ͅẃ̵̙̭̼̹͇̫̻͍̦͘͟͢ó̷̴̧̬̤͖̫̝̦̱͕̤͇̲̬̫̟̱͉̙͇͠r̷̛͝҉̶̳̩̜̥͔͎͕̼͓͉m̛̲͈̙̹͖̥͙͓̝͙̣̯̤ş̛̬̰̩͇̳̟̱̫͓̖̘͔͎̲̳̖̀̕ ̵̡́͟҉̣̠͓̠͔̳̥ȩ͕̠̤̺͎̼͓͚͘a̷҉̧̙̖̲͔t̵̵͈͙̯͚͓̱̱͈͓͎̲̟̫ ̶̻̤̜͔í̶͙̺̮̦͈̼̩͚͉̜͓͟͡n҉̡̟̦͍̻̰͚̺̰͎̠̬̀ͅt̀͏̞͓̟̤͍̭̝̟ò̸̥̟̫͜ ̷̸̭̤͉̬̭͕̖̩̩͖̱͔̬͟͞m̶҉̰̘͚̗͖̹̫̰͇̘͈̗̰͙̘ͅy̡̤̬̻̩̮̟̪̯͇̟̙͔͘͝ ̶̨̧̢͚͍̲̘͎̗̘̠͉͔͚̣͞b̞̮̞̥̫̙̝̞͚͉̱̀͞͡r͚̱̘̩͕͈͇͚͖̠͖̭̤̠̫͢͞͡ͅͅa҉̨͏̧̫͉̱͎͙̥̗̩̩̖i̶̸̧̠̲͉̤̹͓͖̙̥̗̯͚͍̭͍̩̣͖̕͡n̢̧͓̼͍̤͇͇̹̦̮͖͙̼͙͚̰͎̫̭͘͞͞
ț̷͎͎͎͜ͅḫ̵̙͍̱̖͍̤͝e͏̤̖̝͙̲̪̺̘͟ ̴͈̞w̶͓̗͈̲o̸̙͓͈̝̲͙̱͙r̢͇̱̫͕̲͖̱͝m͉̲̗̦̯ş҉͏̩͓ ̜̺̀͢e̞͚̦̝̫̭͇á̸̩̣t͓̩ͅ ̢̧͓̠̳͈͉i͎̰̟̠̹̺n͈̳͖̙͢t̤̗̝̦̤̫͇̥͞͞o̠͕̤͈͔̟͙ͅ ̡̱̜͚̳́m̵̸̗͇͎̞̦̗ͅy̡҉̵̙̠ ̨̮͉͕͖̗͘b͖̠͇̰͉͕̝̞r͉̞̤͉̼̩̠̱͔͘͝a̢̤̮̱͉̪̱̩̫ì͏̪̟̫̯͡ņ͖͈̩̘̺͎̹͜

I like to eat chcicken
Rand Paul 2016

So I heard y'all wanna float...

Yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring
prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing
(I'm broke) I know a walking corpse that spit icicle dagger to slit throat
quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope (h...o...p...e)
I paint a portrait of myself, bored life inside the tortoise shell
tortured, orbiting Hell's orchard, intrigued but not compelled
I smell a hint of charred childflesh sweeping through my corridor
more than one canteen, a liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughter
How is you is the villain of my Kabuki hologram
as I hobble with hollow hands (please pin the nozzle!)
we see intent to reinvent dream application with homage to ancients
but honor modern replacements circling now basics (fresh!)
I'm Bilbo Baggins with stilts tippin' the petri dish
beached fish on the shores with a feast of wits eats the corpse
divvy the servings and study the traits that deemed killer breed credible
Now that's a harp of a different color (yeah, but the song remains identical)
I am not a crook (crook)
I cook the wick at both ends just to blend that element of chance with my tight rope leaf
(life) sight beyond, I reign where hunger pain got begone
elong to something civil saint 'cause this Rembrandt paints on
and it's a tall canvas, lodged in the gut of Atlantis
I'm pretend, oppressive lungs, some truly learn what a death chant is
I alone personify mankind's collective soul
as the result of one angry Zeus fist blistering cult pulp evoked
face it (die), place it on the shelf next to that portrait Mommy gave you
on the day it rained, but y'all posed by the slave ship anyway (how sweet)
make it rain 'till the levy breaks
my defeatist priest is a combine of Father Time and his sweetest concubine (whine)
and it saddens me like televised casualties
I'll be hung in the village square in exactly five minutes
(you don't want to miss it!)

An easy way to walk to heaven,
spread your cheeks, 10/11
Fuck my brethren
Then stop the freakshow get yo
ass into the low.
great show but now i gotta go fetch some coke so i can flow down the drain into hell

Before long, boil the bones
A little celery, chop, a little pepper, little milk o' d' poppy
Little posse in effect
Analog mono-poly Man 'o War
Walloping the auto-polygon avatar
Mind on his Mallomars
Clumsy with the can of worms
Usher you behind the sun
He shoots he whores, truly stupid troubadors and elders
Stock the shelter with frijoles and blueberry New York Seltzers
Roll up in a padiddle like a doofus, hit the corner like the devil is a Cubist
Im ruthless, the sigil is a dog with a cone feeling foolish
Seven hells calling all forseeable futures
Be an obtained culprit
Or a stray bullet through his gray mullet
I am ivy up the goddamn lattice
March to the math rock
Raw, no cartoon mascot
The Mario pajama bottoms clumsily rappelling
Under a gibbous moon, hunting for shitty food
Gunning, too tough, embedded in bad magic
Duckboy, shit is quacktastic

ay when i was a kid i played video games
mario, sonic the hedgehog, pokemon, glover, glover, glover, glover
which is relatable, also girls thought i was lame
that's that real abstract shit looks like it's time for hellfyre club to move over

*ptui* something abstract

sticks and stone may break your bones
but words can break your heart

Who you think you are?
Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?"
Fucks fail to understand
I’m like, "Eh"