crusty me.

I understand, you are not doin this shit intentionally just to diss me.

Its not my responsibility to rectify every mistakes that a dumbfuck has made. It is frankly struggling to articulate my thoughts with just a line or two of words. Have you ever met someone that intuitively you can be sure that he/she is a freaking nuisance? I bet it is conceivable that you can feel what im puttin out here. Scatterbrained asses are like a big donkey in my ass, which still making irritating sound, now here you feel how torturing they can be. Apparently stupidity is comprehensible, it aint nobody's fault. What worsen up the thing is that you can't blame on them, no matter how eccentric their behaviors seem to be. I just wanna yell about how i am nauseated by the stupidities that are making me feeling nausea. It ain't the first time i reiterate this feeling, but how many times more are enough to make people understand? If you can just zip up your gap holes, then i wouldn't need to gabbling this shit to myself. 

stop paining Gaza.

The whole world was sleeping

And i was there

You could just sense

This feeling in the air

Like no one's words were good enough

To define what we feared

And no one's words were strong enough

To fix what happened here

Lead on to save me

Or lead us all there

Find me some answers

One nation,beware

Can't tell the difference

Between myth and man

Or whats necessary

Or where i should stand

The whole world is different now

Men have died

They can just sense this feeling

In our eyes

Like no one's hands are big enough

To hold onto this fear

And no one's hands are strong enough

To fix what happened here

So do we do now?

Raise our voices loud

We're searchin for somethin

That cannot be found

Here, open mouths

I see open hands

They're blinded and silent

I cant understand

The whole world is watchin

With one blank stare

I can just sense this feeling

of ill-repair

Like no one's heart is full enough

To keep away this fear

And no one's heart is strong enough

to fix what happened here

In the market,for sales now.

To all the dumbfucks, for more information, go to school and start learning.

i need to get back to boxin'.

i only dream for a heavy-bag

to crack my fists & bum my legs

to cramp my arms & rewind my head.

Math P

My idea is simple enough to blow you up

just open the page and swallow it up

it feels like a rebound, only i can't sup all it up

it feels like a takedown, only i can barely stand up

i ain't a geek but obviously only geeks can do this

do all these bull-shits

god why am i facing all it, i thought i did rip it all off, for eternity

yes it had left me

but unconsciously, im actually stalking this shit

it left me crept up

its fatiguing

to keep me stressed out

im looking at it

but in my head words are telling me to get up and quit

physically im sticked to it

my hand is holdin a candy stick

or a pimp stick

now i can't give a shit, just gotta put my mind to it

Applied or Pure, i gotta do this.

Maths.

a great shot.

im breathing

and sucking, the dangerous sticks

my lungs 

im destroyin' aggresively

im shakin it down and take it to the ground

tearin it around and fuckin it up

shit, it bleeds so i can watch at people's grins

bust this shit i really tryna quit

potentially, ima meet my death earlier that it is.

Rabbit Run.

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits 

I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks 

Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits 

My life's like one great big ball of shit 

If I could just, put it all into all I spit 

Instead of always tryin to swallow it 

Instead of starin at this wall and shit 

While I sit writer's block, sick of all this shit 

Can't call it, shit 

All I know is I'm about to hit the wall 

if I have to see another one of mom's alcholic fits 

This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it 

I ain't dealin with another fuckin politic 

I'm like a skillet bubblin until it filters up 

I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up 

Blow this buildin up, I've been sealed enough 

My cup, runneth over, I done filled it up 

The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts 

You think, all I do is stand here and feel my nuts? 

Well I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush 

You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch 

Peal the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up 

Goosebumps yea, I'ma make your hair sit up 

Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be 

I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me 

You wait, it ain't too late to finally see 

what you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see 

Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee 

out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me 

You need piece of mind? 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 feelin at that time 

Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes 

Just sometimes, it's always me 

How dark can these hallways be? 

The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three 

This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper 

{*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk 

If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again 

Stuck in this slump, can't think of nothin 

Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin 

{*crumples paper*} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out 

New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out 

I'm fizzlin now, thought I figured it out 

Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out 

I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? 

Why am I a slave to this trade? 

Cyanide I spit to the grave 

Real enough to rile you up 

Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want 

I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter 

I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a 

fuckin boilin point, put some oil in your joints 

Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed 

An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense 

They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence 

By the looks of 'em, you would swear that Jaws was comin 

By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin someone 

By the way they're runnin, you would swear the law was comin 

It's now or never and tonight is all or nothin 

Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be back 

He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest 

I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock 

Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch 

Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this race 

And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch 

I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice 

'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice 

If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung 

If I had half a chance I'd grab it - Rabbit, run

Artist:EMINEM.

don't fake me a smile.

I crack jokes to drive you crackers.

 Most chumps love presuming me have another side view as a debt collector?

 Indeedy, straight-out. 

I love bein' drowned up 

by perfect silence, to keep this thing in my skull operates 

with no interfering of people holler at. 

Im fine paling up with underdogs

 as long as they don't bark or bite or loosen up the locks

 Its no doubt im redeeming what hip20%hop back again

 a little sick actin' to retain

a fake fuck geeky fucker whom reads and writes and shake hands along a big smile on face, fakin' laughters for yar sake so you don't feel outta space. 

So peace out, from here KL to JB, from SG to AUS.

With Authority Comes Obediences, With My Thoughts Come Our Controllable Consequences.-Wythe See