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anonymous letter feat. Robby McCallister
Robert = Red sender of letter = navy Rookie officer = olive Leading officer = yellow Im drivin home from work, tryin to remember what happened last night.. can’t put my mind around it, maybe cause i’m not wrappin it right.. Visions of my world come back to me, stained amber and mahogany red.. the picture still isn’t clear, need to finish the jd, cause a lot of me’s dead.. i get out the car, pull my jacket over my head so the rain doesn’t get me.. I step in the kitchen, sniff whats left from the morning so the pain doesn’t hit me.. i turn on a record, al green seems soothing, say “here I am baby” to this bottle i’ll be using.. i screw the cap counterclockwise, put the neck to my lips and try and finish the last drops off.. to my suprise nothin comes out, “damn how did I forget to take the top off?” I didn’t, there was somethin else gettin between me and my liquor.. i saw some paper, stuck my fingers in fast and pulled it out quicker.. the jacks got my fingers wet, so I’m carefull not to smear the led.. unrolled the note, shocked and confused,” listen here” it read.. To Whom It May Concern: Time for you to learn all the hurt you serve & watch me burn... I'm tired of it Robert... All the backstabbin' & Kunivin'... Your Liein'... The rumors your firein' are making me die inside... your Knifin'... My alive body... torching my soul and taking pleasure... USing caffiene as cocaine... doping with no regard to measure... Yeah.. You Rap? That's cool.. But all of it's a cover... MOTHER FUCKER! You're Fake... The only way it's worse is if you take others... Why Are you Dragging me down with you? (I don't wanna feel your pain) How Do I Deserve it? Your Cold Heart... Not even god can fix you (Ur Insane in Ur Brain) You march on with Blatent disregard to me... You use me! Abuse Me! Treated me like a friend just to screw me... And I don't mean that like sex... I mean it... Sealed with a knife in my back... This time your games are over... Let's play life or death poker... this time I'm stacked... Loser takes the plunge... In to the Missouri River of Guilt... I've been the one Emotionally killed? So How's it feel? Free falling watching everyone laugh and mock your life... Heaven or hell... let god Decide... The lynch mob stops your night... Now you Know the feeling of someone else's sins eating you... Hard Is It? GOOD! SUFFOCATE! THANKS! Signed by Annoymous... P.S. Fuck you you incompotent bitch... Tested your luck got fucked over-Your Own Medicine-Just the opposite kid... Actually... I ain't scared! There! My Signatures at the bottom... Fuckin' me over... screwin' me without a verbal condom... Drivin' me down into the ground... full throttle... And maybe u'd understand u lazy crazy fuck if ya weren't drunk off a bottle.. “holy shit, is someone there? who the fuck wrote this..? you broke in my home , expose yourself, show me who the ghost is..” i heard a noise, stood up, and saw a man in the mirror lookin right at me it’s just my reflection, “stop bein scared just cause the lights crappy” “who said that?! why are you here, what do you want with me” "i want you to be what you should, instead of what you ought to be” “Im not sure I understand, I make decent money, what else is there?” “your drug and alcohol addiction keep you from treatin your kids fair your wife would leave you if she wasn’t scared to death.. you’re the only monster that makes your children scared to rest..” “I know I havn’t been kind, but i need substance for my invention.. the life of an artist is hard, hurting them was never my intention.. but imagery doesn’t come cheap or come through devine intervention..” “hold it right there, see thats where the problem is, you’ve given your soul up.. traded your family and friends for money, your headed straight to...” wait man hold up, you don’t know me, and who the fuck are you to tell me how to live..?” “nobody, your right, just know every picture you paint, you’ll never be proud of it.. you’re never satisfied, and Theres nothin i can do to save you, I’m out..” “good riddance, you don’t even know what the fuck your talkin about” as soon as he left, i started feeling cold, and everything went black.. “excuse me children, i need to check the body for vital signs, please get back.. I think he’s dead sir, i wonder what the cause is, he looks healthy.. whoever did this knew what they were doin, got in and booked stealthy.. look at this officer, it looks like he was drinkin, and heres a note next to his body.. “let me see that”....to whom it may concern...”interesting” the officer said odly.. “this letter appears to be wrote from a 3rd party, but I don’t think it was a robber that got him..” “why not sarge?” “look at this, it’s his handwriting, signed robert on the bottom..” |
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wow man..........just fucking wow....
im not a topical person...so i dont know diff. aspects.....but... damn...that was .....just....damn |
My rap affair flame bright like airplanes in flight wear bling
With wings, prevail with code bazaar but like a railroad car my thing Is go down tracks with renowned facts like choo-choo trains Suited in FUBU lame and maintain beauty for girls and dames While their booty hurls game shake a lot and get me hot “So boo you have a flirting waist get to that certain place we stop And lip lock while the music on hip Hop your face the cream of the crop Stay sweaty and ease ready to receive some girl hips round And lips brown look good in a slip or gown dang girl you just pound Cake I’m going down town make you scream |
somebody ban this piece of shit
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I know. HE annoys me. unanonymously
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hi laura...thanks for reading this.......................
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Come On You Cats Can Post Lyrics In My Post Any Kind Of Response Is Better Than None Feel Me ? I'm Doing My Job Bu Tyou Tow Jar Heads Are Not
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we don't want to post lyrics in your post....and no...if your going to be a douche bag...don't respond..i'd much rather have no responses than peoiple all postin their own lyrics...your not doing your job..your job in the om forum is to read om's...write om's...and leave feedback on OM's...shut the fuck up
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Hell Everybody Looking At You Come On And Drop Some Junk In My Post Dang I Don't Get It How So Many Cats Are Overrated Like You Are Dawg
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overrated? lmao...your so whack, you don't even know what dope is...i actually happen to be one of the most UNDER RATED cat on this site..somebody seriously ban this fuckin herb..he's destroying hip hop
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Damn Dawg How Can You Be Rated High When You Can't Even Multi-syllable Rhyme? Somebody Ban This Wanna Be For Perpetrating A Fraud
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rated high? what the fuck are you talkin about? where do you see a rating? your a fuckin toolbox
and multi syllable rhyme? lmao...you know what a syllable is right? I use multi words...see...i'm so far ahead of you..you don't know...heres an example... heres the first 2 bars happened last night.. wrappin it right.. mahogany red.. a lot of me’s dead.. either you can't read..or your just an idiot and don't know shit about "multis" get the fuck out of here you fuckin groupie |
WELL CHECK THIS
My rap (affair flame bright) like (airplanes in flight) wear bling With wings, prevail with (code bazaar) but like a (railroad car) my thing Is go down tracks with renowned facts like choo-choo trains Suited in FUBU lame and maintain beauty for girls and dames While their booty hurls game shake a lot and get me hot “So boo you have a flirting waist get to that certain place we stop And lip lock while the music on hip Hop your face the cream of the crop Stay sweaty and ease ready to receive some girl hips round And lips brown look good in a slip or gown dang girl you just pound Cake I’m going down town make you scream |
that shit is whack...seriously...stop posting in here...i already put in a request to have you banned..it's gonna happen sooner or later...if you keep posting...it'll be done by tomorrow
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