NationStates

Since the other poetry thread seems to have rather limiting guidelines, this is a less restrictive one that is not founded upon hostility for artists who might wish to discuss transgressive matters.

Ayo, Louis Cyphere,
i've only once been to buffalo and i'm still bumpin' only built for cuban linx
- just for best practice i flood ice - ima zamboni -
priceless like an emcee's watch on his wrist, but i don't wanna wear a watch i wanna make you watch
I seek attention according to my psychiatrist; skype'd from five 'til 9 past six
straggerin' offa fifth i'm too drunk to drive and end up hitting another endo spliff (coughcough)
psychotic production and i prophesize homicide and other violent crimes when i arrive
because these days, i don't attract fans, just cult disciples
real fuckin' psychos who tote automatic rifles (brrt)
i captain an unbalanced squad of catchers and designated hitters (dootdootdootdootdoot)
who won't hesitate to put you in a black bag with a long zipper (brrt)
rivals i take out like liner notes soon as they're lined up in my scope (brrt)
I bring gunsmoke and always tote (dootdootdootdootdoot)
I've been harder than singing high notes ever since i was a zygote;
and I like to twirl chive smoke until my eyes look like Thai folks (coughcough)
and get too high to memorize all the line that i've wrote (huh)
with my very last dollar, until my last i'm still gonna smoke (coughcough)
getting high everyday is the only way that i cope

"That's just Louis Cyphre, he's a stupid little shit -
- always throwing violent fits
another hyper retarded kid who will never amount to shit
he needs psychiatrist and whatever drugs the doctors can supply him with"
and you wonder why even as a kid I knew my life is shit -
- and most of the time I don't know why I exist;
except to provide a home for psoriasis until the day I die of cirrhosis

but finally i realized a theory that fits with the evidence

i'm too strange to exist with the mental of an animal quick to throw fits
i'm sadistic, my mind's supplied with killer instinct a lifetime supply -
- i justify the forensics business entire existence - fuck a fifth -
- i wouldn't mind a shine supply enough to inflict cirrhosis -
- blaze blunts with dust, my only wish is to always be as high as this -

- and when i say i always bring smoke, i don't just mean with guns,
it's in every breathe i exhale from the bottom of my lungs
my whole life and mental revolves around drugs -
- i don't have any friends but i know a couple plugs

I mean like fuck, buddy; i've got no buddies or fuck-buddies
fuck my luck i ain't got nobody -
- it's always the same - wrong no matter which way you rub me

i'm a rat bastard like Dick Dasterdly; they can blacklist me -
- but i'm still that abenaki savage attacking rappers with average vocabulary
that can't match my fantastic vernacular- they spit spastic with an occasional bit of wit -
- too bad it only comes in small drips like pre-ejaculate

i represent kids who ate glue and kids who sniffed glue
and people who never grew up without a fucking clue
i'm hanging with Fabian fags (hey Louis!), swallowing paper tabs like labial scabs
and then i think to myself man acid's rad

we might be similar shades but we're not the fucking same
you're kinda tan but I'm dun, a brownish-shade of grey
is the best i feel every single day
I'm exhausted from the pain it never numbs, I'm not okay
and since I'm gonna die anyway
fuck work, i wanna stay up all night and play
pop robo and huff duster spray
i need the sorta hai that'll last all day
popped so many pills my shit's turn't grey

If you've got bars post 'em.

See, this is the better thread because there's extra content:

If he ain't got a car he get caught at the bus stop;
no need to hesitate, lick shots when the bus stop
slugs hit the roof an' rip through the bus top
caught 'im in the dome an' leave 'im with a bust top
an' for real you can bet I'm always down to bust ops;
i met your girl on the greyhound an' got some bus top

Since that's all I got, there's nothing to do bu' stop.

my 45s your reckoning; (dootdootdootdootdoot)
better notify the next of kin
i always win whether the TEC's hitting (brrt) or through simply bludgeoning
the opposition; i'm down to squeeze on deplorables (dootdootdootdootdoot)
and leave 'em leaking gore from multiple bullet holes - (brrt)
- how's this for a metaphor;
I've got more bricks and blocks than the fuckin' lego store
I put shooters on your block with blicks waiting to go active;
and got kids in the basement breaking bricks like it's taekwondo practice
I lack direction because I've always gone where fate took;
and I feel like Ed Gein time to update my face book -
- i mean my collection of flayed facial flesh i took
my mental is unnerving to these vermin;
ima renegade underground, to bring 'em pain ain't a burden;
fuck being the goat, I'm rap Drizzt Do'urden
no one the underground can match my menace
relentless you know my style will remain demented
my mental is too fucked-up to even exist -
my dome's sick; that's why I spit sick shit that's more twisted than pig dicks
and emcees when i leave 'em completely fucked
I don't mean testes to tip;
I mean I'll empty a clip in their guts;
embed hot lead in their shit

I've got some lines on the mirror and some lines on some paper -
- and some lines off the top I should write down for later
she asks if I appreciate periwinkle lingerie; i tell i gotta say it's irrelevant like Elisha Grey would be today
she said her papa was a rolling stone -
- and i heard the temptation suddenly erupt from her lungs
within minutes with a little persistence and perverted wit
she inserted it but like the cliche ending with 'like a drum' it set expectations but never come
jerking off alone is the cost of dancing to the beat of your own drum
you should see what i need to watch just to make me cum

i don't start beef on the internet stupid;
i'm waiting outside your door with a tool in the bushes;
the last things through your mind are lead and the knowledge i'm ruthless
start shit with me? you must have a mental disease;
re-chambered SMLE - get caught with a 223, ya know what I mean? (doot doot doot)
you can talk about killing people - i fucking kill people
whether with heat or the shit in their needles
my life story umberto anastasio the sequel
i believe in overkill, i'm showin' up with a gun to a fist-fight
i'm no Catholic priest but I'll fuckin' touch your boys and serve some last rights
my whole life i've basted in trife;
i don't play nice, click-clack of the rachet
a grudge only dies once i take your fuckin' life (brrt)

i'm running up with the glock an' i'm bustin' shots;
this faggot's dome's champagne and imma pop the top
when i inflict pain i don't know how to stop
your whole clique are fucking cucks;
they ain't tough enough they need to toughen up;
i'll have your lads passing bucks like Donald Trump -
- and if the message is lost on these fags
imma leave yah mans shittin' in colostomy bags

i value life only in dollars and cents
I'm making stupid money; that's why I've got more dollars than sense;
my rollie costs at least $50k
i know your whip costs less than my wrist game
i keep an SK in the Biscayne
in case I need to spray on opps or Proud Boy shitstains
rap walter mitty daydreams of being very able at moving cain
i move that primo product pronto
hockey players and puck bunnies always wanna buy my snow
if you knew half of what i've done the nightmares would haunt you
- ima legend in the city of toronto -
i move that white like griselda blanco
i move keys like franz liszt only i'm not a pianist
i'm real as shit, emcees and opps prepare to kneel to this
everything i touch is first rate; get jealous -
- i'm luckier than getting anal on the first date
and i put crack on the street just like an earthquake
if you want beef i'll supply the steak
because if you mumble in your raps i can't relate
step to me you'll get fucked up like we procreate
just know you can't match me, there's no debate