RapVerse.com Community - PayDay is back with a lil something..."Erruptions" give me feedback...~1~

(Hook) 2x
I’m Last emcee stand-in, taking chains
Chronic flowin rhymes throughout ya veins
Killing you wit my ill chillin verbs
Brand-in ya ass wit eva lasting words

Verse 1

its respect we gain in this game//
For one ounce of fame//
Writing rhymes that flow like magma//
My volcanic tongue violently spits//

While Smoking herbs//
pumpin my blood in reverse//
Possessing a dangerous thirst//
Its got me Flyin high on Dracula’s curse//

Layin in a hearse I’m forever cursed//
I’m immortally writin ill chillin verses//
While yellin “Fuck You Bitches”//
Punchlines itch at my throat//

My gears got me churnin to learn//
My thoughts bubble and burn//
To the hospital I will send you rushin//
My blistering words are gush-in//

It’s the future so look past//
To the future through clear glass//
Eye sights cloudy with a large brain//
Staying higher than a 747 jet plane//

So be quick to think duckin the knuckles buck//
Fists violently swinging, screamin out OH FUCK//
With Bloody rains in the air weak eyes calmly stare//
Sirens in the midst lights glowing, and the bright lights glare//

And I’m givin a fuck for luck//
Steppin to this will get you stuck//
like Muddy knees you’re the roots of the tree//
Buzzin words like there are 1,000 bee’z//

But see, theres to many fees//
To many bullets flyin in threes//
To many Playin copy cat like it was tha past//
Thinking it’s cool to let autos blast//

But you can’t really fuck wit me//
I carry more toys than “Toys R’ Us”//
And they aint plastic --- but I zap like static//
I will leave you dead and erratic in a dark ass attic//

(Hook) 2x
I’m Last emcee stand-in, taking chains
Chronic flowin rhymes throughout ya veins
Killing you wit my ill chillin verbs
Brand-in ya ass wit eva lasting words

Verse 2

Whose as ghetto as me//
With the words I speak so freely//
Got me praying to god religiously//
With no one else I can trust but me//

The more I talk the more I cuss//
With greater chance to hear a gun bust//
I aint no pussy and that you can trust//
My words are lethal next to lust//

And I know you see me rappin//
With a beat while my feet is tappin//
With my hunger and pain so insane//
The look in my eyes proves I aint playin//

And you think I am full of it//
I am out there making it//
Making my cash, without sellin stash//
Not worrying about who finishes last//

Im JonJon I was built to last//
That guy you fear at flags half staff//
That sharp pain in your ass//
The stain ya get when you don’t wipe ya ass//
(Im the shit) LOL

And I’m going to be here forever//
The mind I poses is oh so clever//
I keep it full of knowledge on life//
Keeping it gangsta wit trillion cut ice//

my thoughts copy to the papers lines//
Writing the pain throughout the years//
Explaining why I have so many tears//
To the many-many piers that I have//

Keep ya head up, and never give up//
Life is too short to hold back//
You got to get them paper stacks//
This goes out to everyone struggling//

That is a lil something i did a while back, that i didnt realize i had wrote...give me some feedback...tell me wat i need to work on...wat u like...rate me...do watever, juss give feedback...and i will return...~1~