Do is for a deer, a female deer specifically
Reflecting the double meaning, which is ho
A female gold digger out for your figures
Don’t have no motivation but to get money yo
Re is actually ray, no idea who the fuck came
Up with way to dilute such a word, lord knows
It’s hard enough to learn English, but anyways
Rays are supposed to be drops of golden sun, right
When I went to school they were columns of light
Moving on to me, a name a call myself, or thyself
When refering to oneself, sometimes themselves
Or himself, or herself, or yourself, the more selves
The better, it means more girls getting wetter
Fa, as in far, a long long way to run, perhaps
Talking about running from some boys wielding toys
For joy or for jewels, who knew the reason dealing
With their simple minds, leave ‘em to rot and grind
To so is to sew using a needle pulling thread, I
Personally prefer to think of it as sewing what you
tread, can’t stow in the seats of the world’s airline
Fine, maybe you can, but your life will surely cease
Seep emptiness, very unkempt beginnings and linings
This is the one that annoys me the worst, la lacks
Any real meaning, leaning on the side of uselessness
Museless when it comes to rhymes, try to excuse me
If I simply continue into the next couple of lines
Ti is misspelled tea, shortened, used with jam and bread
Well here in the south we call it sweet, it’s a staple
Apparently not available up in the north, sucks
We lucked out here I guess, be over here sippin’ the shit
Now that brings us back to the do at the beginning
May be a little sinful, stripping, lipping men, gin
On her breath, been on her step, on her cash flow
Wrathful like a godess, not modest, just being honest
I’m out, check, check the mic, sound of my music
Going off, get, getting wild, ain’t yo momma’s child
Nah, league of my own, zone so high I’m flying in the sky
That’s me going home, all alone, no chick on my arm
Yo girl’s already moaned, she’s headed back to yo dorm
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[Avian]
Here we have a delusional Thomas, spouting illusions
About demonic dreams, screams at night as he muses
Through things like murder, but my Thomas is a sly
Killer, no filler, no dealer with fake ass people
Reap souls as he has sex with bitches, mess with
Snitches, like pistols loaded on hip, fire clips
Never miss, aim for the head, lames full of dread
Maim the innocent for his own benefit, no real
Care if a woman or a kid get in the way, stay still
Not givin’ a god damn fuck, he ain’t no monk, why
Should he? Fly like an avian, carrying birds, slang
Flocks, more dope than a herd could do, murder you
Lurking through dark alleys, imagine marking valleys
Using huge waves of flames, bring the heat of the street
On the heels of his feet, raps elite, ain’t gonna buy no
Games, yo man, lemme intoduce to you, mister sly came
[Tommy]
Woah mack, you just a voice in my head, what exactly
Are you doing talking to them so lax like-ly about me?
Ain’t no one’s business what I be up to, when I re-up
Skeet on a slut, or even when I’m just hittin’ the blunt
I swear you tryin’ to get all these people killed, real talk
I don’t play on that whack ass personal shit, chalk
Lines is how you’ll end up, I keep mines on snow, been
Low layin’, the cops are always out to get us, arrest
A cuz only cause he was minding his own biz getting
Buzzed, so just keep your mouths shut, and you won’t
End up on the wrong side of a muzzle, get cut, or worse
Be the source of the next major headline, your deadline
Isn’t far away, now I’m about to roll, peace b, love, me
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31 Jan 14 (2 notes)
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I’d like to bring up a sort of iffy subject
Which is a particular interest of mine
You’ll find I feel very strongly, wrongly
Abused when people bring up gay marriages
Or soldiers, or anything which encourages
Anything against my own beliefs, relief
Will only come people start to see the light
We’re right and everything you say is sin
Here at Westboro Baptist we hold to our men-
Tally proven opinions, The Bible told us so
Is our go-to defense, throw some freedom of
Speech around to cover our hides while we
Cower and hide behind such close-minded bouts
Of such things as protesting funerals, spout
Non-sense backed by no facts, backtrack when
Caught in lies and fake our smiles, most vile
People you’ll ever meet, no better than gangsters
Repping the streets as they spray rounds, only
Instead of physical violence, our weapons are phoney
Emotionally damaging words and approprating rally
Strategies for our cause, because it’s obviously really
Similar to equal rights and such issues, mobbing
People at their worst time, yeah we’re such moral
People, but stop by only if you’re an awful role model
Like the rest of us, you know the best of us, ones
Who use children in their petty homophobic games
Alright, I’ve got to go now, we’re getting to ready
To go to Canada, there’s a funeral happening there
Only, oh no, what a surprise, we’ve been banned
Guess our close-mindedness is actually rather serprent-
Like, makes me realize all the crazy views non-factually
Stated by our reps, all the hate-spreading, I’m too late…
Not, still a fucking close-minded bastard willing
To sacrifice a child’s innocence for any purpose milling
Through my fucked up mind, don’t mind me I’m just writing
This sign, no biggie, it only says that all gays must die
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Let the boredom ensue…
So let’s step inside this sapien’s mind, his name’s Avian
Likes writing and reading, rapping, just try to stay bien
But lately he’s been thinking all these crazy things
Maybe die at 27, ignoring the prevalence of his dreams
Seem to mean nothing but maybe not enough sleep
Strafing at night pondering the relevance of heaven sents
Hell, probably end up in Hell anyways, all the things he done seen
Talk about crazy things, talk about shots being popped and beings
Out for no other cause than destroy their own teams, seeing
People you’ve known for years changing so zanily, extremely
Though not so disturbed as much as perturbed, it’s like incredibly
That the days gone by are starting to say something’s wrong
Like an overly long song about tragedy mixed with comedy
Think that’s the best way to describe the media, heated I
Get about political issues, religious fabrications, mutations
Of the way things are supposed to be going down, separation
Of church and state, as if such a thing actually exists, nah,
You talkin’ to someone with more than just faith, or beliefs
I’m spraying facts, tactfully, logically on the next level while
You still weighing opinions, steal the show, you know you love
The way I conquer subjects, monster on it every time I do this
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29 Jan 14 (2 notes)
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