I'm a pirate I plunda/ this remarkable tundra
I put a gun ta ya head/ and I tear it asunda
Puttin you unda/ gonna strike you like thunda
I'm watchin' you blunda/ and subsequently wonda
Your old job as a runna/ reconsider it dunda
Untouchable plasma
Unknown miasma
Oh no it's a stabba/ and he's got a dagga
Take em out with my blasta/ wasn't much of a hazzard
Say I'm a bast-ard
Say "You won't last-nerd"
The shit that I done-heard
That's all in the past-sir
Hip-Hop's a princess/ record labels kid-napped-her
Of this game I'm a master/ or maybe a pastor
It's like bein' raptured/ not short of stature
My lyrics they capture/ fake rapp
Watched TF2 season 8 finals today
Hot damn--(no pause) don't think I've ever seen such crazy plays
And I knew it was a reason to get out of bed
Watch YZ/ and gggly/ fill medics heads with lead
It was worth it wakin' up at 'leven thirty
Shoutcasters gettin chills, specifically nerdy
Trash talkin', traditionally dirty
Shoutboxin', unsuspiciously wordy
Cut you no slack/ watch your back
It's a Mack attack
High Noon/ revolvers at dawn
Fifteen seconds left/ till B4nny and Shade respawn
The battle is on
Whoever loses this fuckin match'll be gone
Oh no/ time out/ live feed is down
How will we know which team is put in the ground
Spect
Monday, March 6, 2013 4:41 PM
Robin screamed, face turning red. She felt as if the baby would never come, and that the contractions were tearing her apart. Her husband of three months gripped her hand tightly, whispering reassurances in her ear. The doctor, a scrawny middle-aged balding white man stood at the foot of the bed, his expression one of nervousness.
"That's it, Mrs. Steppa, just push hard."
Two men with gray suits stood by the door, expressionless. Waiting. The man on the left held a wooden clipboard, a ball-point pen behind one ear. The one on the right yawned, paused, then looked at his watch. With audible impatience, the man
Iso. City-Unfinished by SunkenFinkster, literature
Literature
Iso. City-Unfinished
People think they know what love is. They don't. We believe that the majority of teenagers rush into relationships with someone they don't know very well and then it all falls apart. Psyches are damaged and they feel as if their lives have been ruined. What people don't understand is: not much changes when we grow up. The divorce rate in America can attest to that. Fifty percent for first marriages. Sixty-seven percent for the second time around, and Seventy-four for third marriages. Just one of the many situations where "Third time's the charm" doesn't apply. I personally have known a few people who thought they were in love, rushed hastily
My heart caught in my throat, I tried to remember a time when things were simple.
My brain failed me.
Despite the numerous times I had done this in the past, I was still nervous. I was always nervous. Standing behind the curtain, I recited all of my best lines in my head. I was going to go out there and make them laugh. Or-at least that's what I told myself. The speakers began to hum and I knew that it was time.
"...Ladies and gentlemen..." The seemingly omnipresent voice announced. "Please welcome tonight's starting act, Malcolm Murphy!" The curtain slowly slid open and the roar of the audience filled the room, nearly deafening me. So now
I'm a pirate I plunda/ this remarkable tundra
I put a gun ta ya head/ and I tear it asunda
Puttin you unda/ gonna strike you like thunda
I'm watchin' you blunda/ and subsequently wonda
Your old job as a runna/ reconsider it dunda
Untouchable plasma
Unknown miasma
Oh no it's a stabba/ and he's got a dagga
Take em out with my blasta/ wasn't much of a hazzard
Say I'm a bast-ard
Say "You won't last-nerd"
The shit that I done-heard
That's all in the past-sir
Hip-Hop's a princess/ record labels kid-napped-her
Of this game I'm a master/ or maybe a pastor
It's like bein' raptured/ not short of stature
My lyrics they capture/ fake rapp
Iso. City-Unfinished by SunkenFinkster, literature
Literature
Iso. City-Unfinished
People think they know what love is. They don't. We believe that the majority of teenagers rush into relationships with someone they don't know very well and then it all falls apart. Psyches are damaged and they feel as if their lives have been ruined. What people don't understand is: not much changes when we grow up. The divorce rate in America can attest to that. Fifty percent for first marriages. Sixty-seven percent for the second time around, and Seventy-four for third marriages. Just one of the many situations where "Third time's the charm" doesn't apply. I personally have known a few people who thought they were in love, rushed hastily
Current Residence: New Jersey Favourite genre of music: A lot of em MP3 player of choice: Ipod Nano Skin of choice: Pourous Favourite cartoon character: Courage The Cowardly Dog Personal Quote: "The quality of your life is the quality of your relationships."-Anthony Robbins
So yeah, I made a new DA profile. Starting over, sorta. Going to be more focused on my lyrics and whatnot. So no one accuse me of stealing! :/ I'll be using the new one from now on:
http://negative--space.deviantart.com/