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Writer's Block: Your Username

  • Aug. 17th, 2008 at 11:11 PM

Why did you choose your user name? Is there any special meaning or story behind it?

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 I chose my user name because one:a skit is something you write or draw and two:skittles are my favorite candy X.x
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freestyle

  • Aug. 17th, 2008 at 12:22 AM

Eyo....the time has come,for me to spread the dumb with hot lead com..bustion,steady rushin hittin russians,with whack shit like mushrooms..
eatin suffered..spittin cuss words,naughty rhymes..
eatin enzymes with my insight to the mind..
im sick as a zombie..carcass hardly on me,my head is fall-ing..my body is call-ing death is song-ly im like the army..maybe weirder..
my shit eats computers with my lyrical meters..
I flood streets with my beats like hurricane katrina,
my shit is clean-er..than a ragged adidas two shirt fetus with 6 senioritas..
wtf? just read it homo..my shit hits hormones to change sex of ya..OH NO!
so just go with the flow i get like the O...cean...
all the commotion from my motions compulse in moments for the stolen..
my fists are swolen..gettin fucked over and left homeless is my quarine..
im like neo-sporin..my jizz is like an ointment but its orange..
im kinda foreign...im like an alien invasion..
and my spits hit grits like gay marriage..HAHA
keystyler at heart,torn apart from reality an art..
i eat ya whole at the start,so kick back and watch me spit darts..
as sick as farts...ronchy as hell,
straight from the cell of impaired cells..
makin sense outta dollars..
makin cents outta power..
you all cower and watch my lips shower..
i eat farmers and spit llamas,
rape mammas with dirty montgomery fathers..
my skills are farther..than anything youve ever heard,
my spitll blurr eat  birds like im higher than words..
myself is rebellious,i eat pussy like missy elliot..
im on earth but my lyrics touch space,
i hit face with sick mace..
i spray lace..i eat chase with such haste im known as ill...
spit it to fill,lit it to grill,lookin to kill...
MEAN,unseen rapin machine from irish green,
im an emcee...from the M.E eatin friendly like pac-man..
i sit in the back man with a trash can..
im that sick...i turn coffins to living organisms,
spit formulisms with my orange jizzm..
i eat prostitutes too...and i rape clowns till they turn blue..
emcees necks are slew,these texts are through,
the mic has been thrown,
i exercise lyrics with vicious poems..
boxes=home..
penis=grown,
and my brain has a dome of its own..

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unfinished ...money

  • Aug. 17th, 2008 at 12:19 AM

It's almost amazing that money does evil,
it's so strong it can change the best of people,
and though you yourself dont seem feeble,
the money itself in high amounts is lethal...
it takes courage to gain power,
but in the end it turns you into a coward,
why does the world even try?
law and money always collide,
resulting in innocent victims to die,
just for others to support family and there own lives,
and it isnt bad that people try as a family,
but going extreme on beliefs triggers insanity,
and does the freedom of speech allow profanity?
or do we indeed bottle beliefs in a vanity?
and though the gov't blindfolds your eyes,we can still see,
that we can conquer all if we work as a community..
but some dunno the definition of unity,
but together we can shine like jewelery,
and does it matter the beauty? 
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hmmm...self evident :O

  • Aug. 17th, 2008 at 12:17 AM

How can i help if you push me away,
how can i be with you if you dont want me to stay,
you and me..couldnt have it any other way,
because i know what this is like and i havent seen better days,
you know me to well...you know my childhood and shit,
and if you reminisce..im sure youd know how i click,
i told you everything..ive set my own trap,
if i woulda known this was possible i still wouldnt take what we had back..
ive captured time..ive held and grasped it,
ive thought fully and you dont even know the half-of-it,
a whole month in time...not one argument,
yet you feel imma bitch because movin wasnt part of it,
i dont wanna go fast..nor too slow,
the fact i did everything but what i had set as my morals,
between me and you..its like a quarrel,
and i just wanna drink..and drown in my sorrows,
runnin away...not too smart on my part,
there was no up's or down's to chart,
the problem was i took a shot in the dark..
and well..i guess i missed,
to fraction all our actions youd be left with a fifth,
i guess i wanna be done with relationships,
because everytime i get into it im left the bitch..
pushed around..down..mistreated,
beated to death beyond reason..
and it wasnt physically..it was mentally and emotionally,
so in the end i bag it up..like im workin with groceries,
and its the fact im mad that you broke up with me,
well...i broke up with you..
in the end it was what i felt i needed to do,
because basically when you lose interest your screwed,
and i felt like i was the one bein jewed,
i was conned...bombed beyond mind to text,
if i recollect my thoughts id have the evidence..
but its not worth it...what are arguments to us,
at first we had steel that i guess turned into rust,
we both were not ready..well you werent i guess,
but you feelin good is a load off my chest,
its not that i dont love you..its not that i dont need you,
its the fact that you just wanna see other people,
find one as good as me?not gonna happen,
im unique in every way..i clean problems like napkins,
so if you were to ever wanna get to the askin,
itd be like takin drugs cuz id feel relaxed-an,
different in everyway,
what we had was a mind game,
and what ive learned is that chicks give migraine,
but maybe if i coulda stayed in the mind frame,
id have more to cherish or maybe promote to my name,
a kid..planned marriage and such..
leavin 4 no reason is like WHAT?
this is the point where it pisses me off,
and leaves my head spinnin like a toy top,
im sittin here..rather shocked,
im too laid back..i could fall asleep,
you on the other hand..on the edge of your seat,
cryin..dyin...from yourself,
destruction is pointless to anybody else,
you have issues bottled in lethal amounts,
and i aint drinkin anything above an ounce,
maybe its that we were to quick to pounce,
or maybe its that we were to quick to bounce,
i hadnt the money i spended on you..
i cant afford shit but its somethin i had to do,
i helped you out of the hole you were in,
and now you throw me in one...?
i guess were done...but im not the one to run,
ill sit here and wait forever,
You and me something ill always remember,
because a love so strong shouldnt so easily sever..
and it appears to me like you just all out hate me,
for something inside of you that i tried fighting?
how was i supposed to know you needed space?
i was trying to be a good guy and help you either case..
in anyway...physically possible,
if i woulda known the cost-of-all i had at risk,
i would have stopped all together and these problems would be slit,
CUT minced...eaten..
all at once
and im sorry i got in that kids face an the lindenfest..
it wasnt to impress..i just snapped...
i guess theres times where i just need to relax..
everything i did...it was all for you,
the scars and blood shed just to see you..
i lost friends during this struggle...
i gained some in the end like your uncle..
i wonder if the whole family hates me now..
the task was simple..make you proud..
here i am...listening to techno and dyin,
tryin.. to pull my life into pie-an..
i guess the answer wasnt violence..
im sorry to all who had to witness me climbin..
that cliff was too big..
even for me..
i wanna demote my title as tyrant..
life is to bad to keep childish acts..
infact ill be a man now..
i dont wanna talk to anyone anymore,
i wanna see my path that i forge..
and its not because anyone did anything..
when i move..forget me,
all of you...please do me this..
because i could die on that trip,
i aint scared to die though..so its safe..
i just wanna meet the heavenly gates..
am i a bad guy here?ill apologize for everything...
just smile and carry on efficiently..
never turn back...my way is the best..
everything in life causes stress..
my hormones cant handle it..
am i less of a man to mention it?
i want the tension split...i have the grits,
to say all this...dont think about my actions,
think about you and lifes reactions,
im not here for satisfaction...
death is..passion.
and i swear i think about you everyday,
and not with razorblades..
with bandaids..
if you dont get that..dont hurt your brain,
i dont wanna induce strain,
if you dont enjoy me even as a friend..
ill just move on..ill carry on till the end,
im not a weak human..i proceed with caution,
and everything i do..i think throughly causin exhaustion,
life is a mosh pit...just endure hits,
cuz in the end...you can beat up all of it..
dont remember my name if you dont wanna,
love is a curse...and im a witch docter...
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im sorry...

  • Aug. 17th, 2008 at 12:07 AM

im sorry ive been being lazy,
im sorry for my life gettin crazy
(whisper: noone on this earth can save me....)
sorry that my feelings are finally strikin back,
im sorry for everything ive ever done in the past,
im sorry that you see me as a horrible person,
im sorry when i try to make things better they just always worsen..
im sorry im not god so i do carry sin,
im sorry im not even an angel descended from heav-en..
im sorry how you feel about me and always expecting change,
im sorry that for my actions you must take the blame,
im sorry that i have acted like a fool,
i just now realize my main focus is school,
im sorry for how your life has differed,
im sorry that it was a pain to see your pain delivered..
im sorry im not perfect,never will infact,
i just wanna say im sorry for running your life off-track,
i guess now is the time to show i have matured,
and slowly but surely my actions will become words,
but maybe..just maybe if you got to know-me,
you would find out my true intentions and why i am so lonely,
i do not mean to do no harm believe me when i say,
heaven is a large step and i think i found my way,
and though it is a large obstacle and i hate the place,
i know i can overcome it once i see a smile on your face,
i want to clarify..that this is not suicide,
but a small task to let OUT things i feel INSIDE,
and when i die..or resign something as sweet as candy..
as long as i remember you or keep a picture handy,
i will take all the pain that they can possibly hand me....
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