~Out of Control~
 

tha binge,addict to syringe,needles dont make him cringe,blood need to be cleansed//
questions asked but never answered,pamper-hoes while cancer smokes//
lungs infectious, leavin hexes on my exes,as i lounge in texas youll never really puplex-us//
girls sayin "sex-us" so i slip-tha-dick then tip-tha-bitch cause she tha only one who aint bit-tha tip//
blood-gushin,slug-slushin, pug-brushin when my moms is out-of-town,now she come back wit her crack all powdered-down//
into a different form,turn tha burner on warm,and watch tha smoke circles storm,then tha drugs are born//
with in tha ways of tha hustlas philosophy,quoted with out droppin beat,,like i said before life-stoppin-heat//
fuck tha violence drop tha guns and pick up pens,cause with all this killin it only leads to commitin sin//
so commit to friends,commit to earnin-ends,learnin-trends,i write art while burnin-blends//
strains of herb,plain absurd, while i drain my brain of cain ya heard.

An intelligent set of word play, this is worth some praise...

thanks, uppin for replies^^^^

i see this as a poem, couldn't really make it into a rap because it didn't have a hip hop or rap vibe to it, jus my opinion, as a rap though, u seemed to have tried to hard to make ur multi's, when u do that ur just droppin some nonsense words in there, but everything else was aight, hit ur head on a cloud, naomean?...

tha binge,addict to syringe,needles dont make him cringe,blood need to be cleansed//
questions asked but never answered,[pamper-hoes](TIRED OF TAKIN CARE OF HOES) while [cancer-smokes](SELF EXPLANITORY) //
lungs-infectious, leavin hexes on my exes,as i lounge in texas youll never really [puplex-us](MORE ABOUT TRIFLIN HOES)//
girls sayin "sex-us" so i [slip-tha-dick] (GIVE IT TO HER) then [tip-tha-bitch] (METAPHOR THAT IM TIPPIN THA FEMALE FOR HER ACTS) cause she tha only one who aint [bit-tha-tip](MY EX GIRL BIT MY DICK VERY HARD) //
[blood-gushin](WHEN SHE BIT IT BLOOD STARTED FLOWIN) ,[slug-slushin](SHOOTIN SLUGS ALL SLOPPY) , [pug-brushin] (MY MOMS HAS A PUG SOME TIMES I LOOK AFTER HER DOG) when my moms is [out-of-town](SELF EXPLANATORY),now she come back wit her crack all [powdered-down](SHE USED TO SMOKE CRACK AND IT WAS BUNK ASS CRACK NOT EVEN COOKED RIGHT)//
into a different form,turn tha burner on warm,and watch tha smoke circles storm,then tha drugs are born//
with in tha ways of tha hustlas philosophy,[quoted with out droppin beat](RHYMIN ABOUT DRUGS AND ISH WITHOUT LOOSIN THA BEAT),,like i said before [life-stoppin-heat](I USED THIS IN ANOTHER RHYME I WROTE)//
fuck tha violence drop tha guns and pick up pens,cause with all this killin it only leads to commitin sin//
so commit to friends,commit to [earnin-endS](EARNIN MONEY),[learnin-trends](LEARNIN OTHER PEOPLES DIFFERENT TRENDS),i write art while [burnin-blends](SMOKIN HERB)//
[strains of herb](DIFFERENT STRAINS OF WEED),plain absurd, while i drain my brain of [cain](COCAINE) ya heard.

thats what tha multis stand for if anyone was wondering