Wednesday, February 26, 2014

shots fired. oh shit.

reworked this to be about one person instead of two. fuck jj.

your mediocrity isn't obscured by your video editing
nor all patterns you're stealing but are simply not crediting
you're not from hilltop hoods so stop wearing baggy clothes
stop using nosebleed instrumentals and stop biting their fucking flows

you're nothing but another clown prince carbon-copy clone
never call you a 'king' though, no where near fully grown
you could stand two foot over me, i guess that makes you tough man
but i've been writing walls of text since before you even began

so by now i've got the skills of a professional language contortionist
i've witnessed every bar you've ever drop fall short of unfortunate
cause you fake all the drug you've ingested, water's tested and childhood neglect
but i guess, what else have i come to expect?

cause if you can't even make a burger, how can you ever rap decently?
can't even hold your own life together, but you represent me equally?
i vehemently deny this, doesn't demonstrate my expedience
you're seriously another lost dog never taught any obedience

you're a living, breathing advocate for post-natal abortion
when god was handing out stupidity, you took a double portion
seriously, you're about as liked as abbott and the coalition
take off that fucking cross man, you're not even close to being christian

i should get back on topic; this is a diss, not a keynote speech
do something original, the clown prince crown is outta reach
stop rapping about lost love and 'how shard is fucking bad'
seriously man? that's more profound than any thought i've ever had

you mean the drug that tears your lungs apart with glass and differing chemicals?
that's revolutionary your song will be considered seminal
if you're gonna preach to the choir man, at least do it in tune
and don't have your opinions change as often as the faces of the moon

initially when i wrote this, i started a whole new diss here
but you're so fucking pathetic, i made all those bars disappear
and reanimate themselves back into venomous pestilence
so i can kill you a single bar at a time and leaving no evidence

i'm twice as perverse as the first man who learnt how to hurt
i'm more angry than every religious extremist you've ever heard
i'm defending the english language against all your atrocities
while demonstrating how well bad writing can spawn animosity

i swear i'm twice as good as every 'kountry kid' combined
you couldn't pronounce half the words you use, let alone define
you ruin every beat you jump on with your incessant whining
and the sole fact that your tracks end is the only silver lining

stop trying to pass off made-up narratives as non-fiction
stop trying to make some revolutionary point about addiction
instead try to string together a sentence that could ever phase me
only after you do that can you truly call yourself an emcee

i'm writing callous death threats on the tips of arrowheads
aiming them directly at your head, to tear your throat to fucking shreds
so you can no longer vomit forth bullshit that filters from your head
man, i'm twice as good as you even under the affect of psych meds

you've got less collective talent than a middle eastern ice hockey team
couldn't even write a good line, let alone a rhyme scheme
do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into?
i play your youtube videos with friends so we can laugh at you

if people play your songs for comedy, you haven't really 'made it'
in fact, every single person i know has said they fucking hate it
you got 'live your dream' permantly etched into your skin
well i'm here to warn you jay, this is where the nightmares begins

and i'm freddy krueger, except this time i'm not the villain
and i'll do to you worse than what the fuck did to children
so call me a monster, i'll make sure you never prosper
all your rhymes have less depth than the current bucks roster


Wednesday, February 12, 2014

something.

find the shortest distance between my head and my heart
and cut the nerves at their roots so the impulses won't start
i'll completely detach myself from this unrelenting shame
until i can interpret each day as not being the same
if he [god], has indeed favoured our undertakings
he's blessed me with apathy and uncontrollable shaking
with every night i've awoken, covered by the thin sheets on my bed
with abhorrence and melancholy dancing their way around my rotten head;
projecting films onto my eyelids and playing xylophone on my teeth
rewiring all the circuitry til i perceive indifference as grief
someone hold me until the snow melts in the timid, fleeting spring
and i'll suffer another seasons cycle before i quit everything