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//
Yo I/'/m sick, ill, flat-out disgusting,
So unhealthy that the doc won/'/t even touch me
Leaking venom and mucus,
I/'/ll spit a gospel of lupus

The lyric is my drug,
And I/'/m prone to abuse it
Pestillence my weapon,
And I know how to use it

I don/'/t say it- I spray it,
Hose you down and hit you with uncivil right movements
Blast you away,
with the strongest of currents

With enough left over,
To hand out some refreshments
And if you try and cross me,
There will be no repentance

I/'/ll leave you broke and helpless,
Like a newborn lost with ISIS
You can/'/t challenge me- That/'/s why my advice is,
Leave your mind at home before I pry it open with vices

Climb my way in and rip it and tear it,
Make your brain into my own personal barracks
Heralding my future through my prophet-that/'/s you
And you/'/ll lose all free will- Once my plans are through

You/'/ll be on your knees,
Pleadin at my legs
But I/'/ll boot you down a flight of stairs,
And call you scrambled begs

If you think you can climb with me,
Then come up with it
Look in your bowl and you/'/ll say "No whey!"
Alone on your tuffet

I am not a rapper- I/'/m a linguist,
I/'/m a lyricist distinguished
And before you discern and learn and burn,
You/'/ll find that your fire/'/s been extinguished

Don/'/t call me no Hitler or Hannibal Lector,
I search through some jeans like a forensics D.N.A. inspector
I can see through you
Straight down to your specter

I corrupt the insides
When I throw my spice in
Poison your intenstines
Like you ingested ricin

And when I/'/m finished with this rap
I expect to see you divorcin/'/
/'/Cause slayin/'/ you/'/s so easy,
I dubbed it an abortion

I slither up to you in slow motion,
And devour you in one single portion
Blur your soul into distortion
And bend it in contortions

Face it, there/'/s no survivin/'/
Nowhere to run and no place to hide in
I/'/mma give your girl a mushroom,
And a shot of psilocybin


For when it comes to my style,
I/'/m untouchable
And When it comes to my flow,
I/'/m erruptible

Elegant and flashy,
So loveable
And when I grab a mic it becomes,
Combustible

Believe when I say,
This ain/'/t no ordinary feat
Rhythmic mathematician,
I extrapolate the beat

Stellar Luminosity
Terminal Velocity
Ruthless Dichotomy
Spitting out lobotomies

Spiritual botany
Viva la philosophy
Militant homogeny
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You Ain't Gon' be Stoppin' me
Date: Tuesday, 10th January 2017 @ 10:31:12 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: xHeathenx
9mile! woot woot!
//
Yo I/'/m sick, ill, flat-out disgusting,
So unhealthy that the doc won/'/t even touch me
Leaking venom and mucus,
I/'/ll spit a gospel of lupus

The lyric is my drug,
And I/'/m prone to abuse it
Pestillence my weapon,
And I know how to use it

I don/'/t say it- I spray it,
Hose you down and hit you with uncivil right movements
Blast you away,
with the strongest of currents

With enough left over,
To hand out some refreshments
And if you try and cross me,
There will be no repentance

I/'/ll leave you broke and helpless,
Like a newborn lost with ISIS
You can/'/t challenge me- That/'/s why my advice is,
Leave your mind at home before I pry it open with vices

Climb my way in and rip it and tear it,
Make your brain into my own personal barracks
Heralding my future through my prophet-that/'/s you
And you/'/ll lose all free will- Once my plans are through

You/'/ll be on your knees,
Pleadin at my legs
But I/'/ll boot you down a flight of stairs,
And call you scrambled begs

If you think you can climb with me,
Then come up with it
Look in your bowl and you/'/ll say "No whey!"
Alone on your tuffet

I am not a rapper- I/'/m a linguist,
I/'/m a lyricist distinguished
And before you discern and learn and burn,
You/'/ll find that your fire/'/s been extinguished

Don/'/t call me no Hitler or Hannibal Lector,
I search through some jeans like a forensics D.N.A. inspector
I can see through you
Straight down to your specter

I corrupt the insides
When I throw my spice in
Poison your intenstines
Like you ingested ricin

And when I/'/m finished with this rap
I expect to see you divorcin/'/
/'/Cause slayin/'/ you/'/s so easy,
I dubbed it an abortion

I slither up to you in slow motion,
And devour you in one single portion
Blur your soul into distortion
And bend it in contortions

Face it, there/'/s no survivin/'/
Nowhere to run and no place to hide in
I/'/mma give your girl a mushroom,
And a shot of psilocybin


For when it comes to my style,
I/'/m untouchable
And When it comes to my flow,
I/'/m erruptible

Elegant and flashy,
So loveable
And when I grab a mic it becomes,
Combustible

Believe when I say,
This ain/'/t no ordinary feat
Rhythmic mathematician,
I extrapolate the beat

Stellar Luminosity
Terminal Velocity
Ruthless Dichotomy
Spitting out lobotomies

Spiritual botany
Viva la philosophy
Militant homogeny
And you ain/'/t gon/'/ be stoppin/'/ me//

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