all of OT listens to wack ass music

heres some new shit i wrote
what the fuck is right what the fuck is wrong who the fuck will tell me how to sing my song what the fuck is gonna stop me from doing my own who the fuck is gonna stop me from moving along. nobody thats what i think nobody cuz everyone fucks up shit nobody cuz nobody's there for you nobody cuz fuck that you got no crew nobody is there when the cops come for you nobody can do like you do nobody is gonna be there to save you nobody is gonna be there to save you. i wake up every morning with a twinkle in my eye and when i take a step the twinkle just dies cuz i think and the twinkle turns into a cry and then i start to move and i wonder why . the worlRAB holding me down in more than one way fuck that its my way which is teh fuckin highway you wanna take it ? interstate 911 better grab your fukcing run where into a dimension and it aint 3d who the fuck wants to start with me grab your gun and hold that shit up high grab your hair and rip it out as you die from blood loss holdin the cross above your head o no i wish i wasnt dead o no its a little to late for that its the accesory after the fact and thats a fact jack fuck that im own my own superstitions break a mirror and youll fail the fuckin mission im on my own pow prisoner of war and i didnt even fuck with you fuck that fuck you fuck with me ill fuck you up and kill your family i hate this place why the fuck am i residing here why the fuck cant i be sumwhere else dear? fuck dear sincerely yours steven fuck that i wrote my first name breathing withering like a dead fucking sunflower more like a dead fucking coward. being afraid of what the game will do to you the games life and winning is crucial i guess you gotta win to run with me adn im a loser and my world is turning into 400 fucking degrees its hell its hot and sticky sticky icky is what gets my mind right and time right and i rhyme right when i roll tight let the L release all the bad cells there all bad im in a fkcing van going 120 miles per hour now whos the coward i aint afraid this aint fist fight days it aint back in the day but there dont hear me tho.
 
People that write real songs stay away from the word fuck as much as possible. It doesn't seem to do anything other then show you know how to look like a retard, especially when used multiple times in the same verse.

Not much rap will constitute being labeled music... It appears your influences are "wack." If you are going to glorify rap, at least glorify the work that should be. The stuff from the late 80's, and early 90's. Too Short, Ice T, Dre... those guys are rap not this "Yo, fuck you in the fucking head, because you don't want to fuck with my fucking crew, we'll fuck you up fucker." Or "I's gots my's bling, my's bentley, my's bitches, and no talent... oops I wasn't suposed to read that last line, oh well, I'm a jigga baby, and I'm the greatest rapper ever..."
 
my new years resolution tell everyone that im shootin cuz im tired of loosin.im tired of cruising with nobody on my side im tired of crying with no1 to say its arite.. im tired of every stereotype and tired of having to cry at night im tired of grippin my hair, going into a deep stare wondering if im really there or if the sky is really falling down i wish i wasnt down im down but im really not far from the ground one more pound and ill be under everyone trying to steal my thunder and i wonder what it takes for someone typical to go under? am i different am i estranged the things i hear every single day just make me want to slit my throat or grab the knife and stick it in my windpipe wouldnt that be nice a cold beer with ice sitting with my wife with the kiRAB in back yard playing by the pool sitting just chillin listenin to tunes. old school new school i need to still learn i burn more trees than disco inferno i know the shit aint healthy for me neither is eatin everyday at mickey d's see neone standing up for me? see neone thats close with me? nahh chill its all good i still got hte hood.. no i dont i left them to i left my fam and im in stuck in a stanRABtill. i asked her once then i asked her twice whats it gonna take for you to be mine? she said time and i called her out but then i hear shit like shes grown up now and over the fact that i want her and evetrything i waited on for. it was just a waste like every other day . waitin by the phone waitin for your name on the caller id look at me my eyes so squinted i look chinese i lose sleep and i cant pass out even when im drunk or assed the fuck out . i wanna cry but my brain hutrs to much its so much strain and the gain is not much so i stare into deep oblivion wondering how many times they put the gun to him before he gave up give the nigga his cup with the silver in it waitin for me to finish my work on the streets collecting quarters from geeks and dollars from rich fucks o what luck.. i got a dollar but i rather have a dollar then none and be a lost nigga with a gun shoot and run is how i wanna play this shit get mad ppl shot and empty the clip theres so much inside that i cant release its stuck in me like a bomb just waitin to breach im a terrorist not in the pyshical form butin the mental i speak and your cells get warm the worRAB coming 0ut of my mouth are hotter than teh south so next time you speak youll have a gun in your mouth its hard now isnt it little punk "why are you doing this" idk shut the fuck up dont make me pull the trigger look at my fukcing eyes there blood shot and glassy what a fucking surprise my life is almost over and im gonna do it slowly end the fucking world just like it did to me.. the sick sick world ended ne hope in my mind thats why i decided to lead a life involvin crime pushing 9's adn dimes to get through life im tired of this shit i wanna have a family and a wife.
 
heres some crazzzy shit i wrote one night buggin out:
everyword i hear from you is lies why do you think im scratching out my eyes my ears oops wheres my beer o shit its right over here. My style is insane i made my own game its called say random shit and go insane. now im just writing what comes to my head red,dead,fled the cops they took 6 shots but i outran the flock. the birRAB the ducks the geese the worms they squirm like invisible gersm, ill put this shit into laments terms this shit makes no sense like a girl shootin sperm out the clitoris o my thats ridiculous o werd thats rite didnt u wanna fite i doubt it theres no doubt about it the rooms crowded i hear techno im rollin hard and fiending for powder power hour everybody crowd around it devour the worRAB that are coming out of my mouth to your ears give me another beer have no feer hi my name is forget it i forget it wheres the chronic spark it smart kid spiderman popeyes spinach can im finished man o shit i remember my name its stan hey eminem fuck you man
 
exactly my point, post up a link to a recording and i'll give it a listen

writing is not a form of freestyle, freestyle is rhyme flow on point at the moment...no written verse. many of my frienRAB do this sort of thing on stage every week with no prep...battle against battle...written verse prohibited. that's talent to me...not that garbage you posted above.
 
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