Cant think of a good way to end this

Thread: Cant think of a good way to end this

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  1. evereade said:

    Cool Cant think of a good way to end this

    You wanna go to war, well better be sure that your ready
    Cause ready or not here I am choppin you lames like confetti.
    Machete sittin chillin in my hand blood begginin leakin from my pen.
    Pourin the ink upon the paper i savor the moment because i know for an instance that everythings real,
    Aint gotta deal with none you lames, they say that im sick in the brain
    Probally why im so ill with the game.
    Focus all outta control somebody tell me what it is i see.
    Dummies think im ignorant like i dont see the people pulling strings.
    But i cannot ignore the facts, so i pull a couple ropes of my own.
    Have the puppet slap em back without my actions ever being known.
    i just sit back and laugh, who's the ventriliquist now said i was ill with the game you need to emulate my style.
  2. cara b said:

    Default hey

    You Are A Twisted Freak!!
  3. evereade said:

    Smile This is what it means sorry for not explaining

    This is what my lyrics meant to the lady that called me a twisted freak.
    You wanna go to war= Rap battle
    Better be sure that you ready=self explanitory
    Ready or not here I am choppin you lames like confetti=my lyrics a cut you down to size
    Machete sittin chillin in my hand=pen is a sword machete like a sword so my pen is in my hand
    Blood begginin leakin from within=you cant get any deeper in a person than there blood so my deep inner emotions are leaking out from my pen
    Pourin the ink upon the paper i savor the moment because i know for an instance everything is real=at the time i wrote this some of my close friends betrayed me so i was savoring the moment of me and my thoughts because i knew that nobody was trying to decieve me.
    Aint gotta deal with none of you lames=self explanitory lames were my ex friends
    They say that im sick in the brain=I have been threw a lot in my life so people say i used to have problems trusting people and depression depresion and paranoia are mental health problems.
    Probally why Im so ill with the game=Ill in a slang term for good. But my problems are what i write about so my "sickness" is what makes me good at lyrics.
    Focus all outta control somebody tell me what it is i see= the last person i thought was my friend betrayed me and i cant believe my eyes.
    Dummies think ignorant like i dont see the people pullin strings= he was a dummy for to reasons one he thought i was too stupid to realize what he was doing 2 his friends were "pulling strings" or asking for a favor from him trying to get information from me.
    I cannot ignore the facts pull a couple ropes of my own have the dummy slap em back with out my actions ever being known.=They insulted me when my friend tried to get some information for the other people i realized what he was doing so what he ended up telling the people was what i wanted them to hear, he was my puppet cause he was doing my work but they didnt realize what i was doing.
    I sit back and laugh whos the vintrilliquist now= I got a kick out of turning the peoples game back against them.
    Said i was ill with the game you need to emulate my style.= self explanatory.