Yet Another Despicable Freewrite

My logic is your chaos.

Yet Another Despicable Freewrite.

It’s Been a While

I haven’t freestyled in a while

I haven’t played around with my style

Committed genocide in a while

And thrown a bunch of carcasses in a pile

What blight do I aim to incite ?

Which suits am I pissing off?

How do they plan to stop me?

Drone strike, or chemical induced whooping cough?

I don’t wanna throw my weight around

I’m trying to throw yours in the ground

And bury you in fecal matter

As soon as I gulp this prune juice down

I’m a pen jab to your perception

An asterisk  to your reality

The knuckle dot to your eye

And the aids in your erotic fantasy

In your thoughts forever lurking

Worse than the person that walked in

On you while you’re jerking

And starts uncontrollably blurting

As you start squirting

 

Despicably Yours #8 “I don’t know what to do with this”

So, if you aren’t familiar with this blog my disclaimer is simply that I’m an asshole. Consider that as your warning.

Recently that Jimmy Fallon guy and his editors put together this great video of Brian Williams and Lester Holt, two newsmen that are the last people you would think of pertaining to rappers, rapping a classic “Rappers’ Delight”. And ever since I saw this video I’ve been thinking of writing a parody of my own. I had 1 idea in particular. It was socially conscious, political, and racially charged, but difficult. I’ll try to post that sometime soon. But for now… a snippet from my mind that parody’s Rappers’ Delight… Why? Because it’s just too funny for me to notebook this…

 

Well so far you’ve sucked my dick

But it’s brought two friends along

So next on your tongue are my dry balls

Come on boys sing that song

 

Check it out!

It’s the T-E-S  the T-I-C-

The L the E the S

I see you gave a good blowjob and that’s great

But these nuts you shouldn’t neglect

 

Everybody should

Warn Your

Partner

When you’re going to cum

Because depending on where it goes and where your partner is

It makes a mess or they end up saying ‘yum’

 

 

 

Tanka #57

Here’s a Jimmy joke

Pertaining to your mother

That you may not like

She smells so much like raw fish

That she is used as shark bait

And Suddenly Another Wild Free write Appears

Don’t bother the demon seed
Planted in fertile soil
Nurtured with turmoil
I scorch to the skin, drown you
Then watch you boil
Writhing in pain
Do you think you’ll die for lack of air
Or from temperature
With all those involuntary movement
You’re beginning to resemble ligature
Ashes to ashes dust particles
Made former human asses
Machete welding and
Throat slashes
A stab to the masses
A bruised ego could become bludgeoned
Your pride could be clubbed
Your spirit could be battered
And your body fucked up
The smack across your grandeur has landed
Courtesy of my arm
It’s meant to take personally buddy
So I do mean harm
In goes the cat
In goes the rat
Inside the Chinese food place
Where you eat at

K-I-L-L-I-N-G ( K-I-S-S-I-N-G parody)

Epitaph with a scythe
Sitting in a tree
Planning to make you D.I.E.
First comes screams
Then comes stabs
Then there’s a zipper
Covering your face in a body bag

A Most Sincere Fuck You From Lee and Epitaph (collaboration, his verses are 1&3)

Woke up feeling frustrated, the world is shit,
then why should I take it,
you say life is what you make it one more time,
and I swear bitch you going to feel this hand of mine,
don’t give me the excuse to choose domestic abuse,
you know I got a screw lose so why keep at it,
losing my patience with you is automatic,
Your neck I grab it and push your head into the wall,
like I did to myself last night with too much alcohol,
there’s not enough weed to provide an escape,
and if you even try to speak to me about the way i operate,
Am going to cut you open,
throw your sorry ass to the floor quit the fucking choking,
attention seeking bitches make me sick,
happily taking your money just to sit on your dick,
arrive home late smack you in the face with a spade,
bury you in a shallow grave and deficate while saying a prayer,
thank you god there’s some release right there,
knowing if you wake up and come to the top for air,
your going to taste the same bullshit medium rare,
I hate this life and the world with how it thinks,
isn’t it natural just to follow basic instincts,
you get up and go out just to get shit on,
and everyone acts like its a fucking blessing,
stressing out cause Christmas comes next,
I swear if I see you dressed as Santa I’m going to break your fucking legs,
steal your stack and get your wife to sit on my lap,
ho ho ho you going to get a taste of that,
my only gift is that I’m sick and twisted,
for too long now I have resisted,
fighting back how I truly feel inside,
burning down the church I now finally see the light,
little boys screaming within the flames,
guess the priest forgot to undo the chains,
that or they are just in getting their Christmas stuffing,
don’t ask me what’s the meaning of life cause so far its all for nothing.

I’m the only man that died and was rejected from hell
For giving Satan inferiority complex,
Kill you with constipation when I fill your anus,
With foreign objects,
I’m the hooded monster,
The nerve hunter,
Rip your skin off to sit on them,
Demon of poetry,
every time I post It’s a sin to click on them,
Yes I used the same word to rhyme,
That was no synonym,
Yes I’ll great your mouth with a lead challenge,
Like kids do cinnamon,
I knew a hooker named Pepsi,
She looked good enough to Mountain Dew,
Sadly she sniffed Coke,
bragged that she Swallowed Dr. Pepper too,
After I got my squirt in I told her it was nice seeing ya,
She didn’t wanna leave So I drowned her in Aquafina,
I’m the thirsty type Philosophy of the wetter the better,
Applied to mass shootings Of porta potties,
Hopefully I won’t catch your ass pooping,
I’m Brenda’s demon seed,
Devil tree grown through winter,
A cactus during the summer,
A Venus fly trap when it’s dinner.

and a mans got to eat and earn his keep,
he cant live life on a lead,
ok maybe I am a hater,
you fuckers got life being about chasing paper,
bunch of fucking godless traitors,
do yourself the favour and kill yourselves for an extension,
kill yourselves for the fortune and fame,
doing each other up the ass since the day Jesus came,
repent for your sins if it makes a difference,
I have little time for ignorance unless its my own,
that’s the life to me that you have all shown,
what you get is what you see,
so what I reflect is something I’m born to be,
created in gods image yeah what a finish,
what an end of days,
you suck my dick I kiss your ass we’re both full of praise,
you think your deep under cover, I’m the one you don’t see coming just a normal motherfucker,
out to get my bread and butter and if I cant someone is going to suffer but i’ll make it quick,
though I cant promise it will be painless shit,
if there was another road I could pick another life I could take,
I would still end up in your door way with a grenade,
tape it to your face say that’s food for thought,
that’s how you get caught,
trying to be something you’re not,
a lot of the time I feel stupid smart,
I don’t know where I fit in or what part,
where to start its hard trying to get through,
to your numb minds in this life so its death to the rescue,
if you would all like to please make a line,
get yourselves in order cause its about time,
to slaughter all you fuckers who interrupt us,
the corruptors and shit suckers,
fuck it just pull the pin,
your shit out of luck the train has left the station,
I just let the devil in,
enjoy the preparation,
as you and your nation on a world wide scale gets blown to hell,
is that dinner I smell.

Life’s a bitch captured by your local,
Chinese food place,
Shot up and chopped up,
Into little chunks to shovel in your face,
Despicable say after she kills my erection,
She must swallow,
Consider death’s at your tongue,
And tell me how you feel tomorrow,
I’m a disfigure of speech,
The English languages rotting leech,
The real reason Sammy Sosa looks like that now,
I water boarded him with bleach,
All in the pursuit of happiness,
The fleet feet of a smile,
A nation in shape for a circle jerk with no erections,
Meaning we’ll be chasing for quite a while,
Here is what makes me vile,
A disgusting despicable being,
Walking with my eyes open,
Avoiding traps I’m seeing,
The wild men that fear not,
Wild men disguised as domestic,
Vultures on dying bodies,
Who came and left quick,
You may choose to bless them,
While I’ll elect to address them,
Literally light their asses up,
And shove a flashlight through the septum,
And illuminate their rectums

FreeWrite

My favorite word was nihilism

Before I could match it with my mindset

I signed up for degrees and now I question

If I gain more knowledge than I gain debt

Moving up the right way feels wrong

Doing it the wrong way feels right

Best to be wrong correctly

Or infrared lights will bring plight to your last peaceful night

Let the water flow and blood boil

Or should that be the other way around

Begin the dismemberments  and let so called crowns

Roll on the ground

Behind the pen there is no writer

But a dimension you dare not go

Where hell is compared to Disneyland

And Satan wears a coat

It’s where Gods evaporate

And 666 is just a multiple of 37

And the Ghost Buster wait near dead bodies

To catch souls before they go to heaven

Step on the Twilight Zone symbol  and lets fly away

Puking on concrete, asphalt, and hairdos

On the dreads of Rastas and

Yamakas of Hebrews

Despicable say

YOLO with a gun out to see if its true

Despicable also say

Random freewrite hard to conclude

Written While Bored ( The Blahs)

At a boiling point with the blahs
Nothing is as it was, and even remembering my high school football games
The cheerleaders gave us half assed rah rah’s
Now are you a talent because you write about your life
Or what you make up?
If you claim you’re conscience and looking down your nose
At me you need to wake up
I’ve embraced all my social disorders to walk up to you
And give you a hug
Snatch your wallet and leave you
Walking away with nothing but love
I flirt with venting, but I get the feeling
Some minds can’t take the heat
Like that royal dousing sweeping
A Celtic from his feet
I’ve come to the conclusion that my mind
Has to be the depths of hell
Because my headaches burn
And make my eyes swell
My advice to any one at any given moment is to duck
If sex isn’t a part of your job description
Be stingy with your fucks
You can’t have a genuine despair pie
Without a pinch of hope added to its crust
Have a taste for your destructive lust
It may not even be just
But you’ve bitten the dust
And savor the pleasure
As if juices earned from hip thrusts
But calm your body
Because as things can get spotty
When they get sloppy
I’ve rigged bombs in vibrators
So things get costly
When you get soggy
On your hitachi

Agent Smith

Want me to break my rhymes down
And tell you the truth
I see way more money on the New York Stock Exchange
Than in a rap booth
The word conscience artist disturbs me
As if I’m walking around sleeping
But my doses of honesty are poisonous
If given a heaping, you’d begin weeping
You must understand that I understand
You don’t desire to be unplugged
At first I tugged and I tugged
Then realized you’d rather be drugged
Then I Kanye shrugged
Went from the One
To an Agent Smith
Evil word smith
Possessing wherewith
To give you a pretty myth
My rhymes a tabooed splendor
Like the joys of a sex offender
Sought out like legal tender
And even known cut sharp to the balls
Changing one or two males genders
It leave me to render this message
That a message would be meaningless
Maybe that’s why read me
Leads to mass squeamishness