5:07 pm
February 11, 2023
5:19 pm
February 11, 2023
Bitches and bitchettes, I present the mighty second column!i!
Title of second column:
How the rat can flip cheese into bread!i!
Song on cassette tape:
Eminem-Legacy!i!
The fact that I'm differently wired's awesome
Because if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work
Words like this and connect lines like crosswords
And use my enemy's words as strength
To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em
~cartoon goon~
8:39 pm
February 11, 2023
I'll be right there for you
Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true
I'll say it all for you (for you, for you, for you)
Why am I so differently wired? Am I a Martian?
What kind of twiztid experiment am I involved in?
'Cause I don't belong in this world
That's why I'm scoffing at authority, defiant often
Flying off at the handle with my mom, no dad
So I'm non-compliant at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward
And I don't need no goddamn psychologist(dre?esham?)
Trynna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems
Thinking he can try and solve them
I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk
And in the front drive talking to myself
Either that or inside hiding often, in the corner somewhere, quiet
Trying not to be noticed 'cause I'm crying and sobbing(665 fiteback fury)
I had a bad day at school, so I ain't talking
Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker(Beverly kills)
'Cause he said that I eyeballed him
I'll be your savior from(fallen angel)
All the wars that are fought
Inside your world(MNE)
Please have faith in my words
This is my legacy, legacy, here
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy
Why am I so differently wired in my noggin?
'Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind boggling
'Cause I obsess on everything, in my mind small shit
Bothers me but now my father, he said sayonara then split
But I don't give a shit, I'm fine as long as
There's batteries in my Walkman nothing is the matter with me
Shit look at the bright side, at least I ain't walking
I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment(the peddler/wicked Vic)
Complex on a ten speed which I've acquired parts that I
Find in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it(relapse)
Headphones on, straight ahead and kids try and start shit(eardrug musick)
But if this is all there is for me life offers
Why bother even try and put up a fight? It's nonsense
But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience
What about them rhymes I've been jottin'
They're kinda giving me confidence
Instead of tryna escape through my comics
Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx
To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that
Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him
Grab hold of my balls like "that's right fight's on bitch"
Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on
I could be iconic, and my conquest
Is word to Phife Dawg from a Tribe Called Quest(Morton)
This is my legacy, legacy, here
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy
Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome(twiztid I'm different)
'Cause if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work
Words like this and connect lines like crosswords
And use my enemy's words as strength (enemies in high places-esham)
To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em
'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit
By you whack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit (dog shit)
Now you shut up bitch, I am talking
Thought I was full of horseshit and now
You fucking worship the ground on which I am walking (water)
Me against the world so what?(Detroit vs everybody)
Versus the whole oh and sixteen Lions offense(lies)
So bring on the Giants, Falcons and Miami Dolphins
It's the body bag game bitch, I'm supplying coffins
'Cause you dicks, butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers(headbust brothers)
You gon' die a ball licker I've been diabolical
With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus
You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can
Suck a dick, the day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass
And a flying saucer full of Italian sausage
The most high exalting and I ain't halting
'Til I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes (stale wind)
The best part about me, is I am not you(not alike)
I'm me, and I'm the fire Marshall (hot head) and this is my (this is my)
This is my legacy, legacy, here
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy
8:58 pm
February 11, 2023
Sew, there is two columns titled:
Fearless Fred's BOOMIN words to fear
How the rat can flip cheese into bread
Although turning cheese into whine would of been more suiting
But did I mention that these two tapes both had a b-side? What is the recordings on the flip side you ask? Details at 11!
Lil flip-game over
Look, I'm a Christal nigga💎🦋 and you a red-winer🪓🍷
You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner
9:42 pm
February 11, 2023
The b-side to the first maxi single "slaughterhouse-psychopath killer"
(It's not psychopathic killer, because he likes to cut his wick short...like ouija macc)(w!ck shxt trying to be wicket but just falls short) wick wick whack butt I digress.(shut up Beavis)
Since there is a 2nd side to these tapes, you can safely assume there is also a secondary (sub)(subliminal) title two...er...too, fxck dyslexic!!
The mini-me title for this column is called "the staring column"!! (Insert I see pee joke)
The audio on the p-side is:
Eminem-godzilla
Peep the calendar on the 17th aisle before he pulls out a fxckin rocket launcher!!!
10:53 pm
February 11, 2023
Ugh, you're a monster
I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla
Better hit the deck like the card dealer(joker card)
My whole squad's in here, walking around the party
A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby "The
Brain" Heenan which(witch) is probably the
Same reason I wrestle with mania(brother)
Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up
Consider it to cross me a costly mistake
If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia
ADHD, Hydroxycut
Pass the Courvoisier (Hey, hey)
In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate(rehab)
Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (Ayy)
This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A
Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames
They cannot tame or placate the
Monster
You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah)
I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah)
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters(hood losers)
Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
I'm just a product of "Slick Rick and Onyx", told 'em lick the balls
Had 'em just appalled, did so many things that pissed 'em off(a pollen)
It's impossible to list 'em all
And in the midst of all this
I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball(Williamsburg psyche ward)
Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?
Risperdal, voices whisper(Jacobs word)
My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn(fff/665)
This is just the song to go ballistic on
You just pulled a pistol on a guy with a missile launcher
I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological
Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodka
When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a
Monster
You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah)
I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah)
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
If you never gave a damn (Ayy), raise your hand
'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans
I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is
The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam)
How can I have all these fans and perspire?
Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire
And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire
These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyer
I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers
And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw
'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball(baseball bat/Louisville slugger)
Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy(did he?)
'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah)
Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher
Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care
But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her
Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well(puke)(got the whole world feeling the hell whena girl fell down the well)
So they wanna give me the chair
Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari
'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em
Swearing up and down they can spit, this shit's hilarious
It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column
We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem
Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster)
Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink
Evil half of the Bad Meets
Evil, that means take a back seat
Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single
Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people
Is my 'Gangsta Bitch' like Apache with a catchy jingle
I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto
Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em
Other words, I Minute Maid 'em
I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage
I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade
I'm finna kill 'em and dump all their fuckin' bodies in the lake(marsh lagoon)
Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade
I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill
I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla(bigfoot)
You're bringin' the killer within me outta me
You don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me
And be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be
Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter
When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck
Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you, bitch, I'm unfadable
You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable(insane clown pussy inflatable dolls)
I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable
I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full
I'm not afraid to pull a—
Man, stop
Look what I'm plannin', haha
11:20 pm
February 11, 2023
And how does the second tape/column echo the other one? Well, let's take a trip down that hole, shall we!
The flip side to this one was tricky, it was reversed and slowed down. In witch sounded extra spooky and eerie that led me to believe this was going to be an ominous one. Once I was able to figure out what it was, I won't lie, it brought a tear to my eye...because as my third eye finally opened, I realized the genius and holy shxt was it a beautiful....a beautiful doom...indestructible-like(godlike)
The p-side to Eminem -legacy on "how the rat flips cheese into bread" column is:
Eminem-beautiful
The columns' sub title is:
The obituary column
"We gotta take these cards ourselves
And flip 'em"
6:33 pm
February 11, 2023
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you callin me?
Are you tryin' to get through?
Are you reachin' out for me?
I'm reachin' out for you
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when
And I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm startin' to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
And I know some shit's so hard to swallow
But I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you'd have to walk a thousand miles
What it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine(I like it ruff)
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (yeah, so)
- I think I'm startin' to lose my sense of humor
Everything's so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature
Of the room, just as soon as
I walk in, it's like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact(contact lenses/makeup)
'Cause if I do that, then it opens a door
For conversation like I want that
I'm not lookin' for extra attention
I just wanna be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom(pee break)
I don't need no fuckin' manservant
Tryna follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of 'em ain't even funny like
"Ha, Marshall, you're so funny, man
You should be a comedian, goddamn"
Unfortunately I am
I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down
Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes
And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles
What it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
With these bullshit hands we're dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves
And flip 'em, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which(witch) I'm placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, in every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid(cool guy/shaggy and creep)(creep is robin)
Even if it meant actin' stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
"Keep makin' that face, it'll get stuck like that"
Meanwhile, I'm just standin' there
Holding my tongue, tryin' to talk like this(esham tongues)
'Til I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign pole at eight years old
I learned my lesson then
'Cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
'Cause where you see it from where you're sittin'
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each other's shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear 10's
Let's see if you can fit your feet
What it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
I've been too long on my own (oh-oh)
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone (so)
Are you callin' me?
Are you tryin' to get through? (oh-oh)
Are you reachin' out for me?
Then I'm reachin' out for you (so)
Dad'll be home soon
And to the rest of the world
God gave you them shoes to fit you
So put 'em on and wear 'em
Be yourself, man
Be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny
Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful (so)
6:37 pm
February 11, 2023
6:45 pm
February 11, 2023
Esham purgatory stories 3
As an artist, I understand my work is subject to interpretation, like a da Vinci painting...see different things, hear different things.
Haters attack my character instead of engaging with my art.
Spread rumors and miss information and try to paint me as some sort of devil worshipper...or other such nonsense.
Not here to preach any particular message, just here to create.
I ask to listen with an open mind, don't get caught up in rumors or preconceptions, just listen and let the music speak to you, you mite be surprised at what you hear
10:58 pm
February 11, 2023
Like the ghost of axemas past, remember the master key and the saying on the back, "2 pillars equals three sides"?
I'm guessing that means things like:
there's two sides to a story and then the truth.
There's two sides to a coin
Double edged sword
The last two standing tall
Whatever it's supposed to mean exactly I still have no clue, guess I haven't played the clues enough yet.
Butt anyways, eye digest...
The bag also contained a vintage metal lunchbox with "DK" inscribed on the far bottom left of the back. The front cover looked like a whole box of crayons was used on it with all kinds of food drawn on it with a quote stating "after skool snak attack".(there was a fork after the k in snak, not sure if it meant snack or snake) This lunchbox also had a sticker on the side of it that stated the 2 pillars quote...or slap as the kids say these days. Inside the box was 13 cassettes, six socks, six USB sticks, 5 golden coins, nine trading cards that say self reflecting card on one side and have a mirror-like finish on the otherside, four packs of rolling papers and four colored diamonds each representing the four elements.
Each tape in the box is titled "triple threat mix" and contains sample cuts of three different songs that are sewed together to create fresh lil monster Frankensteins of a song.
One fresh thing about the box connection is it had it's own tape that had a song that captures the lunchbox's vibe quite suitingly. The b-side was a reversed message stating: " the lunchbox contains items that will help guide you on your quest. The artifacts help you point out the themes of each of the 13 BOOMIN words from hell on the master key and help assist in solidifying your conclusions to said words. May the spirits of the Dead Circus bless thee who hears this message...to the spirits we are bound."
This was the only tape with a blessing like that to the listener, I guess it's meant as a hint that the otherside of the tape contains a song of ungodly proportions that could bring harm your way. That just listening to it is too dangerous and can steer your life in the wrong direction, really fast.
The song on the tape the encapsulates the soul of the lunchbox's very essence is:
ICP-Triplex
Drow sbocaj s'pci fo sdnoces 71tsrif eht saw ti ,egassem desrever a dah ti dne yrev eht ta
11:20 pm
February 11, 2023
The tapes in the lunchbox were all different colors, green and purple, blue and pink, yellow and red, etc. There was two chrome and two gold ones and one that was all green but had emerald engraved on it. I'm not sure if that means it's the superior one, butt let's start with this one regardless.
The three songs mashed together like potatoes at a jellyroll potatoes and wine harvest festival on the emerald tape are:
Tech N9ne- Strange music box
Mastamind- The box
Eminem- music box
And at the very end it plays the first 12 seconds of Bukshots song "lunchbox" in reverse.
6:08 pm
February 11, 2023
good evening friends, i’m glad you could join me
for this rare occasion tonight without warning
we’ve all come together for the same reason
good music and ain’t n0body leaving
n0body wants to leave without closure, even little kids are fascinated by the cobra
then you see it and my hand come closer
curious, just like a human is supposed to
in my hand is a metal little box, an extension of my mind, evil little thoughts
usually keep it shut, very often never locks
stick around for a minute, might show you what i got
[chorus: bukshot]
my lunchbox
on my side i keep it in its depths i hide my weakness
my lunchbox
never will i leave it deep inside i write my secrets
my lunchbox
people wanna know what’s inside (inside)
people wanna know what’s inside my lunchbox
people wanna know what’s inside (inside)
people wanna know what’s inside (inside)
[verse 2: bukshot]
take my lunchbox everywhere i go
everyone around me when they see it wants to know
what’s inside
there is no light when the moon is right, i think you better go
reflection’s what i am or in the depths of it
what i have, how i got it, other men covet
strings hanging off my back i’m a rogue puppet
i’ma weirdo in fact and i sure love it
hit the latch, watch ’em take a deep breath
pull out a mask, watch ’em shake and sweat
pull the mac, spill blood
get your feet wet, don’t ask unless you think you can cheat death(esham-game of death)
[chorus: bukshot]
my lunchbox
on my side i keep it in its depths i hide my weakness
my lunchbox
never will i leave it deep inside i write my secrets
my lunchbox
people wanna know what’s inside (inside)
people wanna know what’s inside my lunchbox
people wanna know what’s inside (inside)
people wanna know what’s inside (inside)
[verse 3: bukshot]
good boys always pack their lunch
remember boys and girls psychos have to eat too
might be wrong but i got this hunch
the hunter’s on the prowl with a box full of toys (box full of toys)
you might think that i’m some kind of maniac trapped in a fantasy world like castlevania
pulling something out my tool kit raping ya
metal to the skull, brain+matter out the cranium
f+ck your team b+tch, i’m a poor sport
got some evil on my mind i’m from hordor
putting holes in your body like spongebob(cheddarbob)
don’t f+ck with the weirdo and his lunchbox
[chorus: bukshot]
my lunchbox
on my side i keep it in its depths i hide my weakness
my lunchbox
never will i leave it deep inside i write my secrets
my lunchbox
people wanna know what’s inside (inside)
people wanna know what’s inside my lunchbox
people wanna know what’s inside (inside)
people wanna know what’s inside (inside)
6:11 pm
February 11, 2023
6:32 pm
February 11, 2023
Time to get back to the game of death(FFF)
Hears one that can help set the mood
Three years later, and it's another album
Three more bodies and they still haven't found them
The Dragon has returned to finish what he started
People gotta burn so I'm checking off these targets
Can paint a little picture for ya with your momma’s blood
Can fuck your sister 'fore I kill her cause I'm just a slut
Chop chop chop your favorite rapper up in pieces just because
I don't like his fucking music plu-plus it gives me a buzz
Say I'm washed up, why they in my laundry then?
Drain the blood up in a bucket from the clothes I shot 'em in
Keep the bodies in my basement in a little fridge
I don't have a guilty conscience, not even a little bit
Think you got me cornered, bitch I got escape routes
While you're in my dungeon looking I'll be in my safe house (safe house)
Counting money but my victims don't have options
Left 'em underground and so they're laying dead and noxious
[Chorus: Bukshot]
It's 3:33 The Dragon's gotta feed
Meet me in the mosh-pit
I'mma make 'em bleed
It's 3:33 my people's gotta eat
Promise you the bomb's lit
Smithereens
[Bridge: Bukshot]
Helter Skelter
H-helter Skelter
Helter Skelter
B-b-blood is what I need
Helter Skelter
H-helter Skelter
Helter Skelter
Th-th-three thirty-three
[Verse 2: Bukshot]
I've been on the internet, watching all these sensitive motherfuckers talking shit
I don't think they want to live
They're acting suicidal cause they got to meet their idol
It didn't go as planned, watch supporters turn to rivals
They found out that their favorite rapper was a pillhead
The show tonight was canceled, least that's what the bill said
Raging maniac, I can be a lunatic
Pay me on the low right now and I'll come through and shoot a bitch
I'm not a rapper either homie, I just act like one
The truth, I'm really just a killer having lots of fun
I got these bitches fooled they think I rap for cash
They think this shit is fake every time I put on the mask
Haters never get it wonder why my beats so cold
Cause I don't pay for tracks, Seven gives me beats for souls
But honestly I'm only out for blood to spill your guts
I know your favorite rappers, half of them ain't got no nuts
[Chorus: Bukshot]
It's 3:33 The Dragon's gotta feed
Meet me in the mosh-pit
I'mma make 'em bleed
It's 3:33 my people's gotta eat
Promise you the bomb's lit
Smithereens
[Bridge: Bukshot]
Helter Skelter
H-helter Skelter
Helter Skelter
B-b-blood is what I need
Helter Skelter
H-helter Skelter
Helter Skelter
Th-th-three thirty-three
7:05 pm
February 11, 2023
Tech n9ne- strange music box
Aww, dwaamn!
Do y'all realize what y'all done did? Hihih!
Y'all done opened up a can of sick-ass
And I'm about to eat y'all quick-fast, hey
I've been hibernatin' in the deepest darkest part of Necroplis
Now that I'm poppin' it's top, yes I'm the opposite of monogomous
Menage' ya, get offed with it in this box a bit
Hostile is gotta get twisted n off with this apocolypse
Hollarin' (Tech-Tech N9ne-N9ne shit, I'm loving it)
I'm a drug to this grudge an this RIP my covenant, I'll plug a bitch
Lovin' this mug is what the ruggest is, psycho thug with it
Fallin' down like Michael Douglas with the ruggishness
Addadamean, they wonderin' why did I bring this side of my dream?
The Nina's a horror machine, dollar for dollar, I balla for all of my green
Nigga, my name is Inigo Montoya, I got an evil plan for ya
And your about to get dropped, this box is worse than Pandora
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
They're all gonna laugh at you, cause I had to do what I had to do
When tappin' you like shaba do, beatin' 'em up and shootin' 'em up then stab a few
Sad ya knew that your hands are cool and they ass are through
I'm killin' and throwin' 'em back at you(pass the axe)
That's what's happenin', Strange Music Box
Got us tappin' in, Strange Music Box
Bump then slap again (Why?), Strange Music knocks
Back up openin', Strange Music Box
See once they open my lid I'mma give it to 'em
Ever since I was a lil bitty kid I've been truly ruined
I reflected on what I did before I ran into 'em
I used to be a fat jerk now I flirt because the scent of a woman
Now I don't act like, walk like, the nigga that you used to know
Now I sing and rap about the strange life, it's beautiful
Tell it to 'em like a Genu-is, spit it out like I thought you knew
Bubblin', hope you hear me Thizz, prayin' to God I make it through
Kali Baby, check my strange box of tricks
Kaliko alley cat, lyrical, watch his lips
He can go really fast, slow it down and stop that shit
Or make it (Dumb) to make sure you niggas got that shit
I'm just playin' with music, I'm the elite heat speech chief
Play me and watch they feet turn Beat Street
Cause I'm blowin' out they socks, The Freddie Foxxx of my block
Theres somethin' strange goin' on in that box, Kali Baby!
Spiderman, off of this lyrical Vicodin(eardrug musick)
Off of this here we go I get it in
Spittin' that petro, let go, Tech know sets blow (Kaboom)
Come see about me nigga
Figure this I'mma get venomous takin' out ten of us
Niggas is sweet like cinnamon, wait, but then again
I'mma pick up the pen again, bit 'em in half, blood bath
Then I'mma laugh, then I'mma smash
Then I'mma ash, then I'mma blast first
Then I'mma send him his ending cut em up(em stan song)
Fuckin him up the rectum I dissect the man
I'mma try to eat the neck and hand
Slice him up like a Mexican
Seconds then his body is fricassee shit is bleedin you should see him or you can be him
I got dead human being in the freezer, I'm a believer
I ain't no Wally Cleaver but I carry a meat cleaver
I speak geek to people, I'm lethal, a little strange
I eat it with cream of wheat and some butter thats mixed with brains
I'm the Coathanga Strangla
Hangin' him up, he's fried rice, he tried twice
He's dry ice, tell 'em Tech N9ne
7:50 pm
February 11, 2023
Mastamind- The box
This what you get when you open the box
Shits hot, electrick shock
Follow my religion like a priest
Put your everlasting faith in me
See through the bullshit, fxck the fakery
Hip hop but it's not reel life, shit is toxic, mite be a chemical spill tonight(brain chemical spill/mental stress)
Don't nobody love me like you do, don't fake it to this sacredness voodoo, I'm your god for now
Until you decide to straighten or betray your vows
The wicket shxt never died ,never died
The future haunted by my past of what I did and what I said
Ancient secret to the game, unlock mastamind- the hell razor never stop hell raising, shit I do beyond imagination.
Open up the box you get a secret, join the Darkside if you can't be it(hoodoo-darkside/star wars)
Giving you medication that's needed(eardrug musick)
Making you see shit how I see it
Hypnotize ya, criminalize ya, take you to hell, watch me demonize ya.
Surprised ya still gonna ride with a ryda
White Lyte in ya face, pull down the visor
If you with me, I wreckonize ya(mayday)
Not fuck it, I'm not a good apologizer
Turn the world upside down, capsize ya(fitted/snapback)
Ya feeling empty, I'm your souls provider(empty stomach/hungry)
Listen up hear me out, I ain't never scared, I'll show you what the fear about
Inception, for the pure recollection, mysterious mutha fucka, so many questions(incredibley incredible collection worthy of an erection)
Why the fuck knot, open up the puzzle box?
Do you trust me or not?
Thou shall not put you in danger, unless I lose it and go with the anger(Eminem-just lose it)
Killer, let your face of death show(take off the mask, Jason)(wraith)
You just never know, extra terrestrial (martian)
Been on the planned it a minute, hip to your slang and your game and your gimmicks
Let me give you a puzzle you can't finish, of course you don't understand the game if you ain't in it, the answer to your riddle?
You ain't sharp enough to cut through the thickness
If I gotta die for your sins that's what the hell I'll do, will take a lifetime to figure this out(documentary), open the box see what this wicket shxt about
8:22 pm
February 11, 2023
Eminem-music box
Yo, yeah, girl
Can you hear that? It's playing our song
Are you sleepy? Take a nap
You're not afraid of the dark, are you?
You hear the beat as it makes you not wanna go to sleep
I knock on Dakota's door, it's locked, so I go to creep
Round the back with binoculars, not 'cause I wanna peep
But because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet
With sugar plums, oh, look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street
He's placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
Now walk on 'em(walk the line), he's dancing with carcasses, cheek to cheek(cheeky way of saying dance with the dead)
Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenét Rams'
I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am, my music box(jeckel brother/Hyde's word)
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)
Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)
So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)
So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)
And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober? Gross
I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose
Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes, and I plug my nose
My pupils quadruple in size,(students) eyes are so bugged, I know
I put on my mother's makeup, (clown) get naked and run around
Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds
There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out(detritus/detroit-us)
The devil's upset with his wife, they must be sluggin'(duke'n) it out(esham and VJ)
I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about?
Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house
They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box
Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It's locked
I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts
I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up and the tune/toon just starts
It's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark
The moon is full, I smell a funeral,(smell of the rain) guess I'll loom in the park, my music box
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)
Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)
So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)
So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)
And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's
Neck like a pixie stick
The sick, Satan-worshippin' bitches get horse-whippin's
I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in through the crack(I slipped a disc-vj)
Leavin' the corpse drippin',(clown blood) the mortician of love, sent from above
Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become
Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb
Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns(being princess Leah)
The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
I've had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter (scatterbrain-icp) and batter her(Louisville slugger)
With a bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her
But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her
Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha
I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya
So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula
Prolonging her plight,(icp album releases) as I go back to stabbin' her(back stabber)
Dismember her limbs,(diss psy/MNE/etc soldiers) simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera
Stand back, 'cause here comes your man, Jack, so Pamela, my music box
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)
Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)
So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)
So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)
And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
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