ShotSpotter™️ false positive
Psychological operatives called it in
Pigs vs pigs; shirts and skins
Plainclothes start poppin' squibs
No one died, everybody lived
For the first time it was all pretend
Monstrous beginnings, comic ends
Voice of God like run it back again
Wormhole fulla cosmic sin
Finger f***in' the martyr's ribs
Roll film, action, fin
ShotSpotter™️ false positive
Psychological operatives called it in
Pigs vs pigs; shirts and skins
Plainclothes start poppin' squibs
No one died, everybody lived
For the first time it was all pretend
Monstrous beginnings, comic ends
Voice of God like run it back again
Wormhole fulla cosmic sin
Finger f***in' the martyr's ribs
Roll film, action, fin
This isn’t about you personally. But bars like that shark fin bar annoy me.
Are there shark without fins? I think for being such a simple punch it should make complete sense without the reach involved
That’s just something that always bothered me.
This isn’t about you personally. But bars like that shark fin bar annoy me.
Are there shark without fins? I think for being such a simple punch it should make complete sense without the reach involved
That’s just something that always bothered me.
You're right and I fixed it
You're right and I fixed it
Rockmano you ever noticed how Thomas Ligotti was barring out in his short fiction?
He said “insular haven beyond the contamination of the prison, imposing structure outside the town limits… now its psychic imposition transcended the limits of physical distance…. inner distance constricted”
Rockmano you ever noticed how Thomas Ligotti was barring out in his short fiction?
He said “insular haven beyond the contamination of the prison, imposing structure outside the town limits… now its psychic imposition transcended the limits of physical distance…. inner distance constricted”
I actually haven't read any Ligotti. Just had him in mind for a long time. Sounds like an Aesop joint on Bazooka Tooth
Wrote a bunch of 16s this week. Some of these have second verses. Just gonna post three I like
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Bombs over Noi Bai; Wolfmen in My Lai
Bat country high in the mean time
Lucy in the sky and it's peace time
Talk to God eyeing his design
Talk to God like we haven't spoken in years
A gray beard minding his wares
Nevermind this ghost in the gears
Stuck between the spoke and the wheels
I'm gonna get more older and weird
Leave a sure thing like a boat from a pier
Mozy down a coast if it's clear
Might open my eyes; might open a beer
Might settle down, put things in my name
A ring on a finger; a king in a mange
Still wake up screaming some days
Black limousines when they came
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Johnny Football stealing fire out of hades
Smoking through his tires for the ladies
Snake River jump with a Lucky Strike blazing
In a Firebird flying through the 80s
Hits leader plus a major league heater
Movie star looks; LaserDisc special features
Moms and daughters yell Johnny from the bleachers
Sign the kickball for his own gym teacher
Weekend warrior, pale ale courier
Cocaine, white hype, listening to Foreigner
Scouts from Los Angeles to Florida
Sun kissed warming up his orbiters
Rotator cuff full of chicken wing tendons
Too many late nights, too many extra innings
Power steering shot; Johnny still grinning
Thinking this can't happen, you're kidding, pity
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2am nighthawks in a diner
A smile that could rile up a Geiger
Primp her beehive so admired
Bless the scientist who designed her
Cross legged, hard up, hard headed
Works for her tips, runs on unleaded
Ring on her finger, plucky, just wedded
30,000 miles, nary a check engine
Her beau shovels coal at the yard
Back home, she oils his parts
Oh such is life, the buoyance of heart
Worn down by toil in starts- harsh
Meows and barks; rain in her ears
Outside world more rust in her gears
Graveyard shift; petroleum tears
Go where does all the years
Wrote a bunch of 16s this week. Some of these have second verses. Just gonna post three I like
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Bombs over Noi Bai; Wolfmen in My Lai
Bat country high in the mean time
Lucy in the sky and it's peace time
Talk to God eyeing his design
Talk to God like we haven't spoken in years
A gray beard minding his wares
Nevermind this ghost in the gears
Stuck between the spoke and the wheels
I'm gonna get more older and weird
Leave a sure thing like a boat from a pier
Mozy down a coast if it's clear
Might open my eyes; might open a beer
Might settle down, put things in my name
A ring on a finger; a king in a mange
Still wake up screaming some days
Black limousines when they came
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Johnny Football stealing fire out of hades
Smoking through his tires for the ladies
Snake River jump with a Lucky Strike blazing
In a Firebird flying through the 80s
Hits leader plus a major league heater
Movie star looks; LaserDisc special features
Moms and daughters yell Johnny from the bleachers
Sign the kickball for his own gym teacher
Weekend warrior, pale ale courier
Cocaine, white hype, listening to Foreigner
Scouts from Los Angeles to Florida
Sun kissed warming up his orbiters
Rotator cuff full of chicken wing tendons
Too many late nights, too many extra innings
Power steering shot; Johnny still grinning
Thinking this can't happen, you're kidding, pity
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2am nighthawks in a diner
A smile that could rile up a Geiger
Primp her beehive so admired
Bless the scientist who designed her
Cross legged, hard up, hard headed
Works for her tips, runs on unleaded
Ring on her finger, plucky, just wedded
30,000 miles, nary a check engine
Her beau shovels coal at the yard
Back home, she oils his parts
Oh such is life, the buoyance of heart
Worn down by toil in starts- harsh
Meows and barks; rain in her ears
Outside world more rust in her gears
Graveyard shift; petroleum tears
Go where does all the years
first one hard
I got a fear of heights
Haven’t been the same since all of the lights
Finances getting tight
Might have to try and make s*** right
Like Matthew I say alright alright alright
The album was bloated and s***ty
Feel like I'm Drizzy
Portrait of Mao
We making these songs by committee
That's not a synth
I touch it, it's gotta be MIDI
That's not a diss
Don't wanna Wassa to get me
Stuntin in somethin u never seen
Blowin evergreen
I got the hustle of a clever fiend
Soon to move onto better things
A medley of meds in the wood
The feds be obsessed with my hood
I’d fly away from here only if ever I could
I can’t leave, there’s bands to retrieve
F***in up my money is my top pet peeve
Hit her with the ho and heave, then tell the hoe to leave
The album was bloated and s***ty
Feel like I'm Drizzy
Portrait of Mao
We making these songs by committee
That's not a synth
I touch it, it's gotta be MIDI
That's not a diss
Don't wanna Wassa to get me
“I touch it, it’s gotta be MIDI” is great
you aint gonna see how they gon
break you down once you get
higher than them/
nigga you dont listen
take those gems they hidden/
you cant do s*** bout it
cause now they wanna be on top/
so now you listen to them
but they tryna knock you off/
dumbass
you aint listen to them
should’ve listened/
when they got michael jacksons masters
after they killed him/
they know im speaking facts thats why they gon shut me up/
yea i dont give a f***
imma still say whatever i want/
thats what they really scared of but they cant tell you that/
nigga dont listen to trap
they just keeping you trapped thats why its called a trap
Made money with my community
Bundles staked in a heavy case
I would never bank with chase they racist just like Chevy Chase
Made money with my community
Bundles staked in a heavy case
I would never bank with chase they racist just like Chevy Chase
switch banks shi*t was weak, took seven days
it go from murda to pretty just ask* reverend Mase