This is my first rap song. It's about my co-worker. It's not very nice. Also, somewhere there's the line 'i don't mind being the hottest chick around' I usually don't say those kinds of things. She just really pissed me off.
Talking shit like a twit
That’s all bạn can do
But when it comes down to it
Nothing gets through to you
You’re all big talk
But bạn got no game
And this poor me crap
Is really fucking lame
Who the hell are you
To play victimized
We’ve all got issues, bitch
But I guess yours are worse than mine
If you’d be the honest person
bạn claim to be
bạn wouldn’t talk third
person singular about me
Did bạn think I wouldn’t hear
Standing two feet away
hoặc is the truth that bạn really
Just didn’t fucking care
bạn got your head so far up your ass
bạn can view the world through your mouth
Is it any wonder I’m mad
If you’re all bạn think about
I’ve had it with your commentary
It’s like a never-ending song
You’re no better than me
But go ahead and prove me wrong
bạn need to lose some fat
At least that’s one thing you’re right about
But take your time
I don’t mind being the hottest chick around
Think bạn can get what bạn want
Just bởi clapping your hands
In case bạn didn’t know
Your wishes are no one’s commands
bạn may not like the cards
That’ve been dealt to you
bạn still gotta play the game
So bạn might wanna lose the attitude
When life gives bạn lemons
bạn better not suck it up
‘Cause the look on bạn face
Says you’ve had thêm than enough
bạn judge people for
Talking behind other people’s backs
I guess this is where I say
Pot calls kettle black
bạn asked if I’m mad
But bạn never asked me why
So, if there was ever an apology
bạn can now Kiss it goodbye
Go find someone else
To bother with your tears and your grief
‘Cause this whole ‘everyone hates me’ shit
Doesn’t work on me
Guess I’m cold like that
But I like it that way
You’re not worth my tears
Sure as hell not my pain
bạn always say the right things
To make matters worse
And bạn never seem to understand
When to keep your big mouth shut
Now you’re mad, ‘cause I’m mad
Must’ve forgotten about it
Being pissed is a privilege
And only bạn hold the rights to it
I don’t mind being the bad guy
I don’t mind being mean
I’d rather be pure evil
Than a whining drama Queen
You’ve got a car, got a job
Yes, it’s easy to tell
That even though bạn have thực phẩm and shelter
Your life’s a living hell
Easy for me to say
‘Cause I’m not walking your shoes
But like I đã đưa ý kiến before
We all have our issues
So don’t pretend to know
One thing about me
My life’s not a fairytale
And it ain’t always pretty
At least I fight my demons
The best way I know how
bạn take yours with you
And unleash them to the crowd
Now it’s past midnight
This is getting insane
But I just can’t stop writing
And you’re the one to blame
Guess it also never crossed your mind
To pass the thank you’s around
bạn know, when we cleaned up your mess
‘Cause bạn weren’t around
We’re not at your service
If that’s what bạn thought
And if you’re crying now
bạn shouldn’t have pissed me off
No one gives a rat’s ass
Your life’s not what bạn pictured it
If bạn don’t make a change
You’re just gonna have to live it
Now I can keep going
About what a pretentious chó cái, bitch you’ve been
But if it still hasn’t gotten through your skull
It’s never gonna sink in
Talking shit like a twit
That’s all bạn can do
But when it comes down to it
Nothing gets through to you
You’re all big talk
But bạn got no game
And this poor me crap
Is really fucking lame
Who the hell are you
To play victimized
We’ve all got issues, bitch
But I guess yours are worse than mine
If you’d be the honest person
bạn claim to be
bạn wouldn’t talk third
person singular about me
Did bạn think I wouldn’t hear
Standing two feet away
hoặc is the truth that bạn really
Just didn’t fucking care
bạn got your head so far up your ass
bạn can view the world through your mouth
Is it any wonder I’m mad
If you’re all bạn think about
I’ve had it with your commentary
It’s like a never-ending song
You’re no better than me
But go ahead and prove me wrong
bạn need to lose some fat
At least that’s one thing you’re right about
But take your time
I don’t mind being the hottest chick around
Think bạn can get what bạn want
Just bởi clapping your hands
In case bạn didn’t know
Your wishes are no one’s commands
bạn may not like the cards
That’ve been dealt to you
bạn still gotta play the game
So bạn might wanna lose the attitude
When life gives bạn lemons
bạn better not suck it up
‘Cause the look on bạn face
Says you’ve had thêm than enough
bạn judge people for
Talking behind other people’s backs
I guess this is where I say
Pot calls kettle black
bạn asked if I’m mad
But bạn never asked me why
So, if there was ever an apology
bạn can now Kiss it goodbye
Go find someone else
To bother with your tears and your grief
‘Cause this whole ‘everyone hates me’ shit
Doesn’t work on me
Guess I’m cold like that
But I like it that way
You’re not worth my tears
Sure as hell not my pain
bạn always say the right things
To make matters worse
And bạn never seem to understand
When to keep your big mouth shut
Now you’re mad, ‘cause I’m mad
Must’ve forgotten about it
Being pissed is a privilege
And only bạn hold the rights to it
I don’t mind being the bad guy
I don’t mind being mean
I’d rather be pure evil
Than a whining drama Queen
You’ve got a car, got a job
Yes, it’s easy to tell
That even though bạn have thực phẩm and shelter
Your life’s a living hell
Easy for me to say
‘Cause I’m not walking your shoes
But like I đã đưa ý kiến before
We all have our issues
So don’t pretend to know
One thing about me
My life’s not a fairytale
And it ain’t always pretty
At least I fight my demons
The best way I know how
bạn take yours with you
And unleash them to the crowd
Now it’s past midnight
This is getting insane
But I just can’t stop writing
And you’re the one to blame
Guess it also never crossed your mind
To pass the thank you’s around
bạn know, when we cleaned up your mess
‘Cause bạn weren’t around
We’re not at your service
If that’s what bạn thought
And if you’re crying now
bạn shouldn’t have pissed me off
No one gives a rat’s ass
Your life’s not what bạn pictured it
If bạn don’t make a change
You’re just gonna have to live it
Now I can keep going
About what a pretentious chó cái, bitch you’ve been
But if it still hasn’t gotten through your skull
It’s never gonna sink in
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired bởi sightless eye.
Words tainted, bởi the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
tình yêu comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do bạn guys think?
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired bởi sightless eye.
Words tainted, bởi the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
tình yêu comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do bạn guys think?
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, bạn know, money can't buy happiness and if bạn try to buy it your being ripped off... hoặc something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do bạn think?
A Bag Of Happiness
I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”
He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.
I hurry trang chủ and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A Bag Of Happiness
I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”
He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.
I hurry trang chủ and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A little motavational poem I found link. Enjoy. ;P
At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.
At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.
