I used to have a big questionnaire here, but that was gay so i decided to do this.
Im robb. Im honest. I was bit/very short on cash but now ive got paid :). Im workin at tescos whitely. Im judgemental. Im opinionated. Im 6.5". Im always wearing black. Im a metaller, THROUGH AND THROUGH. Im into music. I like knives, ornamental or functional. I always finish last therefore must be a nice guy?? I love my friends. I love my GF. I love kitties.
I hate all these myspace fucking scene-fag-mo's. To qoute a great writer/modern thinker - "Sometimes it feels like the worlds on my shoulders, everyone is leaning on me." Marshall Mathers, you ARE the man.
Thats all folks, for now.
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I'm lost within
I put on my daily façade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself
If I turn my back I'm defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
Then they'll take from me 'till everything is gone
If I let them go I'll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I'll be outrun
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I’m surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life’s like one great big ball of shit,
If I could just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Cant call it shit, all I know is I’m about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom’s alchaholic fits,
This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it,
I ain’t dealing with another fucking politic,
I’m like a stewin bubble in him, till it filters up,
I’m about to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I’ve been sealed enough,
My cup run it over I’ve been filled up,
But then explosion bust and spills my guts,
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
But I’m a show you what, you gonna feel my rush,
You don’t feel it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I’m about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I’m make your hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I’m a tell you who I be,
I’m make you hate me cause you ain’t me,
You aint, it ain’t to late to finally see,
What you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain’t no one out there mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well here’s a piece of mine,
All I need’s a line but sometimes,
I don’t always find the words to rhyme,
To express how I’m really feeling at that time,
Yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes,
Its always me, how dark can these hallways be,
The clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper,(tear)
I’m desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest,
Of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum,
Cant think of nothing, fuck I’m stumped,
But wait here comes something,
Nope, it’s not good enough, scribbel it out, new pad,
Krinkel it up and throw that shit out,
I’m fisseling now thought I had figured it out,
Ball’s in my court but I’m scared to dribbel it out,
But I’m afraid, why am I afaid, why am I a slave to this trade,
Sign that I’ll spit to the grave, real enough to rawl you up,
What me to flip it I can rip it any style you want,
I’m a switch, yeah a bitch, jimmy smith ain’t a quitter,
I’m a sit here till I get enough,
For me to finally hit a fucking boiling point,
Put some oil in your joints,
Flip the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An mc’s worst dream I make them tense since they hate me,
See me and shake like a shangeling fence,
By the looks of them you would swear yours was comming,
By the scream of them you would swear I’m sawing something,
By the way they running you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he’d be back,
He pinky promised, I don’t think he’s honest,
I be back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I’m make them eat this watch,
Dont believe me watch, I’m a win this race,
And I’m a come back and rub my shit in your face,
Bitch I found my neck, you gonna hear my voice,
Till you sick of it you ain’t gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...
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