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Mozza220559

Surmontil 50
I torment you with my lyrics, make you stab your ear drum with a your thumb so you don't hear it, I'm an evil spirit. Listen I know you fear it, but you need to sit your moaning ass down and persevere bitch. I'm rattling, jiggling, jumping from the Ritalin watching Malcolm In The Middle an' performing oral on my siblings

Any MCs wanna grab the mic?
 
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I go to this place to watch freestyle, I'm in awe of watching them. I can't do it, not that I've really tried, but I have immense respect for those who can. Seeing it live is a thousand times more thrilling. You know they've worked some of it out before but they adlib the bridges from one beat to the next and it's so amazing. Not Jesus-making-sweet-love-to-you-all-night-and-impregnating-you-with-the-Spirit-amazing, but still amazing.
 
I'm a f***in' walkin' paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a f***in' triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a muthaf***in' Flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta pissy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' shit
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
(Syd, shut the f*** up) Here's the number to my therapist
(Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's f***in' awesome with listening'

Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin' and this isn't a f***in' hotline
For a f***in' shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not f***in' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine
But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that f***in' broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) f*** her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
I'll crash that f***in' airplane that f***** nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
I'm an over acheiver, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver
Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
All I want, f*** money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em
In some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia f***in' leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her f***in' weave, damn

They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again, another critic writin' report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin' f***** hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal? I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f***in' knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that f***in' hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
(What the f***, man?) f*** the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a f*** so he's probably just like me
A muthaf***in' Goblin
(f*** everythin', man) That's what my conscience said
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead
 
Sittin in my head, filling with dread, Pop in a tune, and let the mozzer croon.
Holding so tight with lyrics so right, gonna explode, give me your ode

I know it's over, let me kiss you
Before it began, I was feelin it too

You look at me, dis and you'll see, I am the one, don't mess with me Hun'

I know it's over, hands on your head
Before it began on your conjugal bed

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Ok that felt really weird writing that like that with moz verbiage, I tried to get most angry in it
 
I'm a f***in' walkin' paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a f***in' triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a muthaf***in' Flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta pissy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' shit
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
(Syd, shut the f*** up) Here's the number to my therapist
(Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's f***in' awesome with listening'

Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin' and this isn't a f***in' hotline
For a f***in' shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not f***in' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine
But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that f***in' broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) f*** her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
I'll crash that f***in' airplane that f***** nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
I'm an over acheiver, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver
Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
All I want, f*** money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em
In some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia f***in' leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her f***in' weave, damn

They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again, another critic writin' report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin' f***** hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal? I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f***in' knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that f***in' hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
(What the f***, man?) f*** the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a f*** so he's probably just like me
A muthaf***in' Goblin
(f*** everythin', man) That's what my conscience said
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

f***ing dope! Your shit is tight!
 
"I've got balls like lead" Bruce Forsyth said,
I cause more white deaths than a crack whore with open legs.
I spit at you, hit you, strike my left fist through your pistol causing the shell to blow off both nipples,
I'm a lunatic, snorting f***ing tumeric through 2 dicks, I'm too sick!
To explain this f***ing feeling in my brain, "she's insane!" Said the teachers back when I was just a bairn

I'ma slit your throat yo
And dress you like a f***ing scarecrow and let your hair blow
in the front passenger seat of a stolen Camero,
So when the police chase me and go all Cagney and Lacey, I'll crash the car get arrested and let the bastards mace me,
Basically I couldn't give a f***, I'm running out of luck, I need a f*** and have only 6 bucks, im'ma thick f***
But listen up!

I smoke weed, spit, stumble and breed
with the first freed prisoner On street
I've had the pleasure to see
 
They call me Bertie, they call me Jehne, they call me Blake. That's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name.

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They call me Bertie, they call me Jehne, they call me Blake. That's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name.

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Reading old blog posts from 2005. Bored? Obsessed? Troll material? No matter the motive, it is pathetic coming from someone who claims I 'don't matter.' Look at the last twenty or thirty posts of yours. They are ALL about me. Clearly I do matter A LOT! I have a firmly planted space in your mind's landcape. Do you dream about me as well?
 
Reading old blog posts from 2005. Bored? Obsessed? Troll material? No matter the motive, it is pathetic coming from someone who claims I 'don't matter.' Look at the last twenty or thirty posts of yours. They are ALL about me. Clearly I do matter A LOT! I have a firmly planted space in your mind's landcape. Do you dream about me as well?

Yeah, because I certainly couldn't have been a member of this site when all that was going on...

You matter as much as a hemorrhoid matters. Are you saying you dream of Crystal Geezer?
 
Yeah, because I certainly couldn't have been a member of this site when all that was going on...

You are 26 or 27 years old. Are you telling me you were posting here when you were 16?


You matter as much as a hemorrhoid matters. Are you saying you dream of Crystal Geezer?

Clearly I matter a lot. The opposite of love is not hate, my dear. It is indifference. You are not indifferent. You are obsessed.
 
You are 26 or 27 years old. Are you telling me you were posting here when you were 16?

A) You don't know my age. Don't pretend that you do.
B) I was posting here when I was a lot younger than that.

Clearly I matter a lot. The opposite of love is not hate, my dear. It is indifference. You are not indifferent. You are obsessed.

No, actually, the opposite of love is hate. And the opposite of indifference is interest.

Congratulations! You've f***ed the English language harder than a married bald man.
 
Motherf***ers can't trust us, can't touch us, I kick shit and cause more ballistics than mythbusters, take your Babel album break it in half shove it in your ass and let it bleed like you been sitting on glass, you living in the past all that old guard shit, wishing it be true with more Morrissey and Marr shit, "with my head on the bar shit " '94 was our shit now we have World Peace and a tour that hasn't lasted.
 
"Drama in Mozland, it ain't nothin' new
Don't give an f if no roses are blue
Now old KY is lying about her age
She and Tony V writing shit on the Facebook page
Jesse T hopes he can keep gettin' laid
Moz is missing, everybody freakin' out
Is this the promo Harvest was talkin' about?
Well, I got plenty more gigs I can go to
Like seein' the Boss play with Tom Morello
A three hour concert, now ain't that dope?
And I'm loving his new record..."High Hopes"
 
I'm a f***in' walkin' paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a f***in' triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a muthaf***in' Flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta pissy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' shit
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
(Syd, shut the f*** up) Here's the number to my therapist
(Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's f***in' awesome with listening'

Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin' and this isn't a f***in' hotline
For a f***in' shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not f***in' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine
But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that f***in' broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) f*** her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
I'll crash that f***in' airplane that f***** nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
I'm an over acheiver, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver
Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
All I want, f*** money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em
In some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia f***in' leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her f***in' weave, damn

They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again, another critic writin' report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin' f***** hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal? I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f***in' knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that f***in' hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
(What the f***, man?) f*** the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a f*** so he's probably just like me
A muthaf***in' Goblin
(f*** everythin', man) That's what my conscience said
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

tyler the creator really nigga? u prolly band waggin jumpin from a pogo stick
 
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