24 hour live let me think - i would torture the president - until it tickled saddam pink-
run in the white house as a tourist dressed like a florist - scream fuck bush while i burn down the national forrest -
i figure that would take atleast a couple hours - fuck it nuke the pentagon - why don't you go to war you cowards -
since im done terrorizing the nation - ill just team up with another country - an we ll both blow up the space station -
but these thoughts are in my patient - but first i will inject all pregnant women with abortifacient -
lets see if hospitals get any madd patients -

15 years of pain for 24 hours of pleasure!
I'd strap my teachers to bed of pins and tickle them with a feather
I'd repeat all the random shit i've done throughout my life
Steal another sign from Macdonalds, even swallow a kitchen knife
Eat a tonne of ice, then smoke a tonne of weed
End up higher than the angels that soon would rest with me
Dance on my own grave, decorate my coffin top
Try every drug i never did and run naked through a shop
Jump from building to building like Trinity on the Matrix
Ride a bike through rings of fire, blow them out, and fake this,
But most of all i'd blow every man who payed me half a dime
Get sent down in history, for commiting every crime
Get a chase from the powlice run straight into the cell...
Then i'd drop down in front of them...Laugh... then go to hell

with 24 hours left id right everthing thats wrong/buy a o and cheech and chong on a bong/get lifted cuz the times for me drawing near/ hit the block wit confidence ima die in 24 so what i got fear/wit 23 id scoop the boys and and wit heat id strap/go find my enemies and scrap/then i hit the bars,pubs and clubs/find a thick chick and cop a rub/wit 22 this i what i do go to my girls house and chill for a few/wit 21 left i take deep breathecallmy pops and get some thing off my chest/then finally put the beef to rest/wit 20 id tell my family the news then hop in the whip for a hour and just think and cruise/ when i got 19 i dream of growin old the whole time knowin ina few i die and get cold/wit 18 i write a letter for my peeps to rememer me by rollsome of the o i bought and get high/ then feel the effect to 18 the day dream til 17 at sixteen or just about id got to my moms and talk til my time runs out

not that good but i tried

If I Had 24 Hours to Live I'd Cry And Laugh
Think About My Future Life And The Past
Hold Onto My Friends Hands Also Memeries
Treat Every Second With Love Tendicies
Because Even If You Think Your All Power
Act As If you only have one day left...
Cause Who Knows When It's Your Last 24 Hours

My last day on earth, now what should I do..
I'd rid the world of problems, I would fight you..
Don't you all see, that's all that needs to happen..
Stop the worlds problems, no one would need to strap then..
Tell everyone in my life, how much they all mean to me..
Once your dead and gone, it'd be hard for them to see..
If you see things in the proper perspective you'd be # 1..
But all that you see, is things in clouded view your only # 2..

Calculate the perfection of life and the mistakes
24 hours to bumbard the fuck out;a this place
So I guess I don't really care nor am i worried
Pick a tombstone..let me be pleasuntry burried
In the next day i want to just relax and pray
That you'll see a human..in a proper way
no more stareotypes or judgement fudes galore
Cause the way thigs are goin..
War..death..blood..is all we are living for

it's my last 24 hours, this can't be death
I haven't had time to think of my final breath
My girls crying, she can't believe that I'm dying
my fathers laughing my mothers high off aspirin
I'm thinking... fuck you too then! I'll see you hell
I'll haunt you! BOO! "what was that? I can't tell"
My best friend isn't even around to say goodbye
I think to myself... was my whole life a lie?
I look down, 2 bullet wholes in my chest with power
Then, an angel... heaven... That ends my 24 hours.

sittin at the foot of my grave recallin all the fucked up shit I ever did/1
from the fifth grade up damn! I was just a fuckin wild lil kid/2
and I was never givin a shit,authority never saw it/3
by the time I was 15 years old I was already an alcoholic/4
now I only got one day left 24 hours to make it right but, I don't know/5
in one day can I undo do wrongs left from 21 years of growth?/6
I don't but, shit I gots to try but, while I thought my time ran low/7
only two hours left hundred twenty one minute until my death/8
my last blink of and eye last tear I might cry and last damn breath/9
as I stare and my empty bottle of dos dedos tequila I can feel it/10
the thought of suicide my override my mind it's my fate I'ma seal it/11
grip tight on the handle of the pistol it' my cap and i'ma peel it/12
let one shot off now it's one life lost, here lies Diallo aka the realist/13 :laugh2:

24 hrs to live, let me think,
sounds like 24 hrs to drink;
And get fucked up, til i cant fuckin see,
22hrs to go, i might die before 3;
Or i might kill u an just come to ur wake....shit,
if it aint tommorow night, i might not even make it;
Now its that time for me to smoke some La,
i only got 20 hours, so roll up, lets get high;
The shit I got ur mom smokin, got'er shakin like a fiend,
this rap can't be much longer, my hours are 18;
Get out the way, bitch,I'm wreckless for the night,
I been drivin drunk an crazy, like I could die twice;
Go on rapbattles to spit, now my hours are 10,
fuckin those bitches, theres two hours gone in the wind;
Or gone down the drain, this whole life is plain,
5 is on watch, its drivin me insane;
Standin straped at the door, keppin gaurd of my place,
one hour left, and im goin out like scarface;
Now im down to minutes, then my whole life is done,
into the seconds, 5..4..3..2..1

24 hours to live, let's see what would i do,
first off i'd kill somebody why not? got nothin to lose.
tryin not to count the hours as they fly on by,
also tryin not to focus on the fact i'm bout to die.
i'd probly clear my conscience so i could die in peace,
get rid of all the people with who i ever had a beef.
i think i'll end this here, take a long look in the mirror,
this could be my 24 hours so i'll live wit no fear.

seconds left
 

D' last 1440 minutes of my 1 an'only life |1|
should I keep pullin' or grab for the knife |2|
Will'in for tha pass into the pearled gates |3|
Sin's listed, now im wishin' for a clean slate |4|
4.7 secs ta go,dang da' seconds come slow |5|
Gods evaluation,prayin like the only kid in the nation |6|
Now only Jesus know's my situation........-dead-|7|


7 lines (the # 7 in the bible is known as the # of completion)

Though about suicide, thought about it again
Fuckin stressful shit, jus want it to end
Thought about whatd it be like, and how Id do it
Find a high building? Or find a stray bullet
Would people miss me? Nothings like it seems
So I come to RB to letf off some steam

hmmm...

i'd would be tempting with a bottle of mad 20/20.. i first thing would cause rage thru my entire school building//
fillin my friends head up screamin "i don't give a fuck".. cuss my teachers out tell the principal to suck my big nuts//
after that i'd go to the snack shake n take all the candy.. when the police come i'll dip out the back hopin they ain't see me//
while i'm still on my journey i'll go see my P.O. Jerry.. just on top of his desk piss on his face then run away with my pants sagging//
i'd prolly not kill a person but a phew i'd put in the hospital.. then so sit in a dark room get out a pen paper an start writin loods//
my first letter would be to my dear baby motha.. confess about my lien and to kiss my son and the many girls i cheated on her witha//
my second would have to be to my my lil brother.. tellin him to keep his head up and we'll meet again the world isn't over//
The third to my older sibling including my mother an father.. the pain that i've caused them would turn over and no more drama//
but yall remember i still have a bottle of 20/20.. go to the grave yard find victors grave an pour the rest on where he lays//
then walk around until i find my grandmothers spot.. then sit there with a candle an a letter i wrote to hear too//
i choose not to move until my final minutes was up.. bells start to ring then i notice my 24 hours is up//

In my final 24 hours of livin', I'd really strive to be givin'
Give a buck fifty to da needy, help them to keep on livin'
Chill with my parents, goin' over the real good times
Meet my girl and do somethin' too vulgar for this rhyme
I'd look back in my life and learn to approve of myself
Listenin' to other fuckas ain't good for my mental health
Do everything in my limited power to keep loved ones safe
Teach my neices and nephews about livin' and keepin' face
And at the end of the day, I'd be in my room, all alone
Havin' conversations with god, tellin' him I'm ready to come home.

with twenty four left/ id probably relax and enjoy breath/
and be happy with what i got cause i could have had less/
ive had love and ive had stress/ my life has seen organization/
and seen mess/ clutter put together seam-less/ see this/
is hour five/ time to get off the couch and do something with my life/
cause hey im still alive/ call my peeps and tell em how much i love them/
and that ill always be there/ make your own decisions but always be fair/
then id kiss the sky/ and talk with the man/ hope he understands/
that my decisions were made on instinct and were not the plan/
cause it seems i fell off at times/ but i got back up /
its hard but it seems harder for me/