depression.
 

try and see how depressin u can make a quick verse.

loves so strong and the hugs is relentless
friendship? no baby how could u end this
its like i wake up n it seems my knives hide
pain is revealed as it shoots my eyes wide
open bloods drawn as all the stains are made
i cant have u? well say hello to my razor blade
u chose me..now im changed to a crazed kid n
my blaze kicked in and now my veins twitchin
my brains twistin our love was 1 to keep strong
but its gone so i guess im done ill just sleep long


whose next.

I never paid much attention in school
Sex ed class I was a fool
Cant get ass cuz bad grades arent cool
But finally a girl likes me shit
Penetrated that tight virgin pussy with my dick
Damn that has a kung-fu grip
Aw shit, im ima pull out and bust on her lips
WTF MY DICK GOT BLOOD ON IT, IM TRIPPIN
Pussy musta been so tight it took my skin off when I put my dick in
Shoved my damn hand up her pussy to get my skin back
AHHH blood over my arm too when I took it out her crack!
WTF IS THIS!??!?!? Punched the bitch in the face
Monster pussy my dick is what it ate
Went back to school, sex ed felt like a chump man
Realized virgin pussy bleed the first time they're fucked bad
The only girl who wanted to sex me hates me, i've learned my lesson
PAY ATTENTION IN SEX ED OR U'LL END UP WITH MY LIFE, DEPRESSIN.

^^ LMAO that's depressing man

The depressing thing is that it's true. :shoot:

Howbout this one...

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze

Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet."
Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?

Why are you hiding, darling?
(I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze,
I cannot get out, said the starling).
Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?

What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?
Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?

Still one of those blue-caped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!
Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').

Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.

My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soleil Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?

L'autre soir un air froid d'opéra m'alita:
Son fété--bien fol est qui s'y fie!
Il neige, le décor s'écroule, Lolita!
Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.

Officer, officer, there they go--
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.

Officer, officer, there they are--
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out, and take cover.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.

My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.

Shade of night pent up aggression bubbles to the brim
Need to break this cycle but where can i begin Drowned in sorrow and i cant seem to swim
Cold nights claim the air jus jacked anotha breh
Eyes glazed over with an icy stare, acknowledgin actions but refusin to care,
no stable income and my chicks feelin to leave,
seems i lost her love and im rollin up trees jus so i can breathe.

its decieven to men who precieve and pretend
that believe in content without recieving them
its not sane but i feel great alive and old
fuck a hot chick i want a nice five year old
so find ya gold bind ya spine and fold
get the condoms buy smile and sold
its a sick mind to you but a treat for me
a bad meal for u but a nice eat for me
i eat for free i suck damn she's teachin me
i like em young cuz they be freaks u see
shit she speaks for me..like im just the babysitter
wen she's 80 shit..u could fit like 80 in her

pause..........................

Pain is a certain fate.. a day is a parade of curses
earth, a dirt terrain paved from a jaded birth
entertainment created, it may just delay the hurt
the savior aint emerge, it won't so I can save the search
it's not as if I have hate for you..playstation 2
and while I hate the truth, you're gonna have to face it too
your games no longer please, I'll dipose of you honorably
let this be a somber leave, leave nothing but memories to ponder please
although we had to seperate, my choice was the best escape
there's not much left to say, you would have only been second rate
so I traded it you for a playstation 3 game.. with a regretful attitude
the move was so impractical, and yet I've seen the last of you
bla bla bla and now my ps2 games arent compatible

depressions cold and at night its worse
k, curses doesnt rhyme with birth

Lmao >:0 this coming from the infamous slant rhymer.