Rewritten Cover Songs and Raps (Somewhat Humorous)

Percosets Parody (I really hate that song honestly, it is so annoying! Haha! Some modern rap is written horribly. This is all for fun. <3)

Call it how it was

No Hendrix

I profess, I pledge, I pledge

I’m deaf

Barely spittle it

Yo

 

I gotta Getta pet, Motherfer’, gotta getta pet

Or a hobby, fool, or a hobby instead of perocets

Don’t go to the gym to rep the sets,

But chase chicks, never  chasin’ those checks

Fake on, screw it, now break em off

Fool on, screw it,  always chippin’ off

I gotta get a pet, or something, gotta getta pet

OR a hobby, fool, instead of these percosets…

Chase chicks dude, but never chase a check..

Don’t chase no check…

 

I only own two cups, and have no gang

On food stamps mother, and I have no real game..

Out the gutter, still living the same,

They complaining, half a million on the tab,

Drug corpses, I’m lookin’ like a fool,

Never graduated, GED overdue,

Pink E, I can never poo,

Please ask about me

I desperately want to stay relevant too,

Rick James, but no chains

Smoggy air, pollution causin’ confusion

Top off, that’s a possible lawsuit,

hit the office, boozin’ with adrenaline…

 

I gotta Getta pet, Motherfer’, gotta getta pet

Or a hobby, fool, or a hobby instead of perocets

Don’t go to the gym to rep the sets,

But chase chicks, never  chasin’ those checks

Fake on, screw it, now break em off

Fool on, screw it,  always chippin’ off

I gotta get a pet, or something, gotta getta pet

OR a hobby, fool, instead of these percosets…

Chase chicks dude, but never chase a check..

Don’t chase no check

 

Four door sedan, I drive anything

Buy my sedan, it’ll make you go insane

(OH my god, let it, let it is  be)

My gasoline, drank from a tube accidently

Don’t even ask, your tank now on E,

Punishment, can never find me

Party in Vegas, never up to me

The chick gotta pay for it, or leave me be,

She got prescriptions?  I be on a mission

Proposition, always check to see if its fake,

Hopin states, drive down, missing plates,

If cop pulls us over, ain’t no f’n way

I won’t flip out, cost myself major days,

Then rob a bank, end up in the same game,

And the game, same game, but I never really change…

 

I gotta Getta pet, Motherfer’, gotta getta pet

Or a hobby, fool, or a hobby instead of perocets

Don’t go to the gym to reppa, rep the sets,

But chase chicks, never chasin’ those checks

Fake on, screw it, now break off

Fool on, screw it,  always chippin’ em slowly off

I gotta get a pet, or something, gotta getta pet

OR a hobby, fool, instead of these percosets…

Chase chicks dude, but never chase a check..

Don’t chase no check…

 

Radiohead- “You’re a Cat and I’m a Weirdo”

When you were here before

Couldn’t let you inside

You had fleas crawling all over

and your skin broke out in hives

you scared me frequently

in your garbage can

I wish you just ate the food

But you’re so fucking skiddish

but you’re a cat

I’m a cat lady

What the hell am I suppose to do?

I can’t not feed you

I don’t care if it costs

I want to avoid animal control

I want a trap set

I want to see you grown

I want you to notice when I am helping

you’re so fucking dirty

I wish I could bathe you

but you’re a cat

I’m a cat lady

What the hell am I suppose to do?

I have to feed you…

Cat’s running out on the lawn

Cat’s running out

It runs runs runs

Whatever makes you purrr

Whatever you need

You’re so fucking skiddish

I wish I could catch you

But you’re a cat

I’m a catlady

What the hell am I doing out there?

Trying to save cats

Trying to save cats….

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Comfortably Alone (Pink Floyd Cover)

Hello

is there any normal person out there?

just nod at me if you can see me

is there any boyfriend at home

No, come on now

I am feeling quite disposable

I can’t ease your guilt

Get you on your knees

Relax

I’ll need some verification first

from your gynecologist

Can you send me the results?

Hello,

Is there a normal person out there

Just nod at me if you can find me

Is there no love you aren’t receiving

And all you see is distant whores upon the horizon

They are only walking through the fakeness

Their lips move but they say nothing

When I was a child I thought girls were great

MY hands felt like they were waiting for friends

Now I wish they had fallen off

I can’t explain, your IQ is off

This is not a whiny response

I have become comfortable with loneliness 

O.K.
Just a little annoying  prick

There’ll be no more fake aaaahhhh!

But can you even take a little poke

Can you Take it?

I do believe it’s motivation that’s good

That’ll keep you comin back to hatred

Come on it’s time to settle down…

There is no love you aren’t receiving

A distant island upon the horizon

You are only coming if no drama

Your lips move but they speak nothing

When I was a child

I thought women were awesome

I caught a fleeting gimpse of what was wrong

Out of the perficial of my eye

I turned to look but she was gone to another lame guy

I cannot put my finger on why

The child is grown

The normal is gone

And I have become

Comfortable with loneliness.

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The Blame Blame Baby (Lady Gaga Cover)

I can’t help myself I’m addicted to the strife of

materials

It’s some kind of performance, I’m driven

to oppose the majority

All we care about is, greed, bmw’s,

and wine bottles

Give me something I can be, retro influenced

Hollywood yes we die for the

Fame

Doin’ it and it’s all for

Fame

Cuz we wanna die in the life of the sick and

the followed

Doin’ it for the deathly Game

Cuz everyone wants to live the life of the wealthy

and famous

Fame

Doin’ it for the

Blame

cuz we gotta drink the chardonnay and infinity

of fortune

Fame Fame maybe

The fame fame

We live for the blame blame baby

but we think it’s really fame fame

It’s a shame shame maybe

A blame game maybe

Isn’t it the same same baby

When it comes to fame flame baby

The fame fame….

I can see myself at the strip club with my

face in the neon lights

photographs in my mind and whatever on

the internet you find

All I care about is pornographic surprise

and fake handcuffs

Give me something, I wanna feel anything and

Nice blondes in all kinds of positions

Fame

doin’ it for the deathly game

Doin’ it but themselves

blame comes around

cuz we wanna live the life of the privileged and

blame

the poor….

fame
Fame
Doin’ it for the
game
Cuz we gotta taste the dick

and call it fortune…

Blame Blame baby

the blame blame

We live for the blame game baby

Isn’t if a guilt trip baby

A shame shame baby

in It for the money money baby

but really get the blame blame

Don’t ask me when and where

but I’m gonna get somewhere then nowhere

It will be my worst fucking nightmare

Don’t ask me how I got here

But I’m gonna make it to nowhere

My worst f’n nightmare

Don’t ask me how or why

But I’m gonna make it with all my assets tonight….

Yeah I’m gonna make it alright….


Blame!

Blame!

Doin’ it for the blame!

Cuz’ we wanna live the life of the insane and

don’t blame us

Blame

Doin’ it for the

insane Cuz we gotta drink the best wine and endless

keg of fortune

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My Cats (My Girl Cover)

I’ve got friskies on a nice plate

When it’s cold outside I’ve got the cats all day

I guess you’d say

What can make me the crazy cat lady?

My cats, my cats, my cats

Pettin’ all my cats, my cats


I’ve got so much litter my gas points are envied

I’ve got a robot laser light so they can play without me.

Well, I guess you’d say
What can make me the crazy cat lady?

My cats, my cats, my cats

Pettin’ all my cats, my cats

Meow Meow Meow

Meow Meow Meow
Ooooh.

I don’t need no dog, horse, or fish

I’ve got all the kitties, baby, one woman can miss.

Well, I guess you’d say
What can make me a crazy cat lady?
My cats, my cats, my cats

Pettin’ all my cats, my cats.

I’ve got catnip on a boring day

With my cats.

I’ve even got the shots done in May

With my vet

Talkin’ bout

Talkin’ bout

Talkin’ bout

My cats

oooohhh

My cats

As long as I live I will talk about my cats….

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Scurry With your Nuts (Funny Rap)

I’m gonna pin those pants to your crack

so they can’t hang expose what you lack

cuz’ you make everyone nervous

hold their purse

since you look like

you should be in a Hurst

you move so fast

but your brain is slow

it dreams but has nowhere to go

the clouds are barriers in your mind

not a pillow you can use to climb

up to the sun

and you took all the fun

out of party before you arrived

then blamed everyone else left inside

walkin’ down the street drunk trying to have a conversation

but even your friend doesn’t talk to avoid escalation

you sound like a spoiled punk

who didn’t get his daddy to pay him

for doing

nothing…

Sometimes you look in the mirror

your buttons up but really their down

your smile is there but really its a frown

shirt is clean but your hair looks like a clown

you got your mirrors dirty

so clean that shit and hurry

cuz’ she won’t wait

she’ll scurry

like a squirrel

with your nuts

I’m gonna take that beer chip back

cuz’ you don’t need another one

you got yours all intact

but your life reenacts

every step to the bar as if it is your past

the morning ruined when you realize you wasted cash

living in the left lane you’re going too fast

can’t slow down until you pass

that guy with everything you lack

but you always take step back

cuz the shoe is on your foot fool

don’t act like others don’t play you cool

maybe they know the jokes on you

maybe they feel some sympathy too

but kindness isn’t weakness

unless you see through the eyes of the unkind

so push play and not rewind….

Sometimes you look in the mirror

your buttons up but really their down

your smile is there but really its a frown

shirt is clean but your hair looks like a clown

you got your mirrors dirty

so clean that shit and hurry

cuz’ she won’t wait

she’ll scurry

like a squirrel

with your nuts

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Your Class is Like Glass; Easily Breakable

Young men want to step

to me through puddles

like they can afford waterproof boots

but they got the imitation kind

the water goes all inside

and they think they can steal mine

tell me they’ll give em back

but shortly after

time runs out and

it’s more than the boots and socks

it’s about all he mocks…

about other people like himself

thinks he’s so game

but really he’s insane

cuz he thinks other people are to blame

doesn’t want to grow up

admit life is lame

with wet socks

if you can have her dry ones…

but you need to…

get your own

and live without a bone

thrown to you every time

you’re hungry…

you gotta starve.

Your class left your soul

like broken glass

so bring your trash over

pick up every piece until the last

Older men want to step

like they want some babies

let’s have a conversation

then get down to the business

papers

cuz I need a wife

cuz I am tired

of cleaning alone

being nice

to whores for a bone…

I need a full time woman

who cooks and does my laundry…

but I want her to work

then come home, take care of me fondly…

but then there’s an army

holding grudges while she folds your laundry

cuz’ how do you expect her to mend

everything that’s broken

when you can’t comprehend

you created a situation

out of a false idea of man..

cuz you’re just a little boy

Your class left your soul

like broken glass

so bring your trash over

pick up every piece until the last

so it doesn’t come back

like your past

to repeat itself

like concrete

it bonds to itself

until there is crack

no one can deny seeing.

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You Got 9,000,000 Facebook Friends But They Ain’t Real Ones

If you’re having friend problems I feel bad for you son

Cuz’ I only got 99 Facebook friends

but I know they ain’t real ones

 

I got the spat patrol like a cat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure my mouths closed

Critics say she’s “Money, cats, clothes”

I’m from the country stupid

where only the real facts are disclosed

If you grew up with no laces in your zapatos

You’d party the minute you had some cash flow

I’m like f haters you can’t kiss any of my lips

If you don’t like my lyrics

you can laugh at yourself cuz’ you never hit this…

Got beef with many If I don’t play the game

but maybe they don’t play my level,

all one in the same

Some haters try and act like they have game

So I can be their sugar mama cash h*e…Suckas

I don’t know why you are taking me here

you can’t afford one beer

I’m from bad to better playa

I ain’t dumb

I got 99 Facebook friends & they ain’t even real ones….

Just hit me…

and get it over with.

99 Facebook friends but they ain’t real ones

If you’re having friend problems I feel bad for you son

Cuz’ I only got 99 Facebook friends but..

At least I know they ain’t real ones

wish they’d just hit me

And get it over with.


The year is 2014 and my truck is full

in my rear view mirror is a benz

I got two choices ya’ll

keep driving or slow down the car some more

Now I ain’t trying to stick no gun out the door

but I got a few bullets up my sleeves galore

So I pull over cuz’ he’s on the side of the road

And I heard…”Girl, you better stay on the other side of that door!”

Cause’ this guys young and he’s ready to blow

and I think I know body language,

maybe, I don’t know?

Am I ready to go? or should I stay some mo’?

Well I was doing fifty five and the sucker was going 94

Thought it was a cop on the back road

until I saw him riding my bumper all the way to my dashboard

I ain’t steppin out to see my deathbed

Ain’t kickin’ it when it’s down either

just lettin’ it stay inside my head

Enjoy a few last moments of heat

before I hopefully go to bed

cuz’ I’d rather call him a policy

when he hits me….

then I get all the insurance money….Ooo…

99 facebook friends but they ain’t real ones

If you’re having friend problems I feel bad for you son

Cuz I only got 99 facebook friends but they ain’t real ones

wish they’d just hit me

get it over with.

Now once upon a time very long ago

A chica like me had a strong arm and a hoe

not a hoe in the sense of whore

but a hoe digging up land in order to grow

I tried to stay there and continue to mow

Pray for sunlight, but some fools just love the rain

You know the type who keep their socks always stained

won’t even change, don’t even fret

the only thing that’s gonna happen,

Their feet will get more wet 

keep trappin’ the crayfish cause they be like gold

And there I go back to the creek, never gonna fold

cuz it’s back through the forest with cliffs galore

While my fake friends stay at home, pop some lame a** corn

watch their tv sets, then later switch to p**n

Cuz’ Paparazzi’s got the camera on all the pretty faces

until the D.A. Comes in tells em their wasted cases

half-a-mil for nothing but a body that’s fit 

All because some fool wanted his man handle lit

And she’s trying to play the man like he cares

but there ain’t nothing sweet about his guilty nightmares…

I got 99 Facebook friends but they ain’t real ones…

if you’re having friend problems I feel bad for you son…

I got 99 Facebook friend but at least I know they ain’t real ones…

just hit me…

and get it over with.

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I Honestly Hate You (I Honestly Love you cover)

 

I hate you

I honestly blame you

You don’t have the answer

I can see it  in your eyes

Maybe I was better off left for dead

this is plain and simple

And you shouldn’t rationalize

it’s coming from my head and not my heart….

 

I hate you…

I honestly blame you…

I am attempting to make you feel uncomfortable

I am trying to make you see what you’ve become

but this feeling comes along everyday

you bombed the getaway car and can’t run

 

I hate you…

I honestly blame you…

If we were both on an island

in another time and a cage

this moment might end in a fist

and there you’d be with your knife

And here I am with a gun

So I guess we’ll assume who won…

I hate you

I honestly hate you

I honestly hate you..

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Spare Me (Hold Me by Weezer Cover)

 

I am terrified of shellfish

frightened of the park at dark

I was….

you were crazier than I expected…

cut deeper than a fish…

You are.

Spare me.

Spare me.

Leave me like trash cause’ your phony…

I was happier with you past when..

I wasn’t angry…

I was.

You are becoming what you hate in me..

Why don’t you go to therapy?

Spare me.

Spare me.

Leave me without you cause’

you’re crazy…

I am..

I am…

numb.

Spare me.

Spare me.

Spare me.

Leave me without you cause’ i’ll be happy

Spare me.

Spare me.

Leave me or I’ll get a taxi.

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You’re Down Mofo

You’re down mofo

like a yo yo

ready to be brought up again

by someone else’s downfall

you create illusions in minds

then when its time

to fess up

it’s all them

not you

It’s sad you wear armor

but battle your own mind

and in return it create a bind

to no one

You wasted months

but I’d rather not have it be years

of judgment upon my ways

that were engaged by the cold world

left me outside with sleeves too short

outgrown my jacket like I did you

and you may have had the first laugh

but mine will be the last.

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He Holds Ground Beef Like It’s Filet Mignon 

 

He holds a heart

all mangled up

like ground beef

but serves it like filet mignon

hopes you’re so tired you play along

hoping you’ll just sing the same song

create a different dance…

but you tend to glance

over at the people having more fun…

At first

you do

you take it all in

and through you

then repeat, repeat, repeat…

until your heart is like his

all beat…

mangled…

unable to complete..

a thought without it angled

in perfect tune

with his erratic brain waves

And he holds his hand

as if its not his own

He holds his head

as if his neck has one bone…

He holds up the sky

as if he created it…

then sails the sea

as if he put the water in it…

but he will learn

we are all creatures of a storm

trickling to our hearts

there can be an over pour

of crimson proportions

and we all must face our demons

to endure a kiss

that’s worthy of love

pure bliss…

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I Have The Beat

Well, you don’t care..

I guess that’s fair…

I’ll just sit over here

bobbing my head to the rhythm of life…

with my own breasts as the toms

my feet as the bass pedals

my hair looking like the sticks

my heart playing out all it once resists…

I always felt the beat of my own drum

the problem is there is no one

who can complete my rhyme

echo my brain waves

through space and time…

Well, you don’t care

I guess that’s fair

I’ll just stare

at the sun for too long

until my blindness I can see through…

my sunglasses on right

my laces all tight

ready to sprint out all this strife…

I always felt the beat of my own drum

the problem is there is no one

who doesn’t need an explanation for my mind

maybe I should have been born to a new dimension

ahead of this time….

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A Different Planet

I wish we lived on a different planet

not so we could be left alone

leave the cold world shivering in their bones

but so I could take you out like hunger games

avenge all the girls you maim

tape your mouth shut so you’re unable to cause anymore pain

turn you into a man ape

cuz’ even that would be better than the false cape

you were like a hero

but really your below zero

cuz your heart stopped beating

so instead you were just needing

other people to shame

so you could not find yourself to blame…

Sucka

you lost

not me

you created your fallacy

from the beginning

then expect me to complete the duo

when we both were screwed yo

I wish we lived on a different planet

no so I could just hear only your voice

cuz’ mine would be there too

and I have a feeling you’d hush me

condemn me if I flee

condemn me if I stay

made the blue clouds turn grey

put me face in the dirt

then yell if I claim to be hurt

but I’d hike the mountain faster

just to get the canister

smoke you out

so I could be alone….

Sucka

you lost

not me

you created a fallacy

then couldn’t uphold it

and see

your own foolish doin

so when you get to the conclusion

you aren’t a saint

send you baggage on packin’

down to the lake.

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Who Told You Who I Am?

Who told you who I am?

how can they speak for me when they can’t even speak like a human?

You come at me like a bull in heat

desperate for a person to be able to complete

your next sentence like it’s the f****g movies

but hate to break it to you this is reality…

you don’t maim who you love

you don’t break someone down

unless you want them to run off

with a better clown….

who could actually be funny.

 

I hate the way your lips move

but cannot rhyme

you have no talents

you waste all your focus and time

cuz’ you’re so blind

to your own self perpetuated bind

running out of your veins

out your nose

then onto your face

drugs all over the place

and now your teeth are even rotted out of your face

you a man?

I think you’ll need another toothbrush…

And I am not speaking about all you men

cuz some of you have game

you can run in other people’s face

and the truth you can claim

but some of you should take the advertisement down

cuz’ you look like trash with that broken frown

Claiming people told you who I am…

 

Who told you who I am?

how can they speak for me when they can’t speak like a human?

you came at me like a pilot without a plane

you acted all pimp without the cane

I wish I saw the stars in your eyes

were just reflections of the street lights

cuz the way you lit that cig

could make any heart want to stop…

 

Who told you who I am?

how can they speak for me when they can’t speak like a intelligent human?

How do you even know me when you were always in command?

A person always creating a war is never able to stand.

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Wipe The Tears Up

You better wipe those tears up

cuz when I was wakin’ up

you told me to get out of your bed

instead of actin’ like a lover

you acted like i was an intruder instead

pushed me to the ground

made me protect my head

bruises on my knees.

 

But it could have been worse if I stayed in bed

Could have ended up in a hearse instead

so i say please

don’t bring me back there ever again

false self perpetuated judgments

can clouds your head

What person screwed you over

to make all the love into lead?

what completed the cycle

was it me or you with the gun beside your bed?

 

Screw your fallacy

I grew up tired and weary

my eyes hurting from crying out too much in fury

you think that makes it okay to turn my skies so dreary?

negativity brings negativity but you can’t even hear me…

So I quiet my voice all nice

cook you dinner more than twice

make your rum and coke so you can sleep at night

while it’s the same poison preventing you from taking flight…

 

I hope you crash and burn

cuz’ it might be what it takes

you can’t introspect enough

cuz you think your fate

was done from the beginning

a card game with no winning

but get your head out of the past

and onto less sinning….

wipe your own tears up

get a nice mop

cuz every drop brings another

And it just keeps raining now inside

your head is full of delusions

you stay locked up and hide…

I feel sorry for you

but I was always there before

sometimes you have no choice but to break down a door

and I could have been waiting for you on the other side

with a mountain of pride on a distant shore, hatred aside

but you chose to believe in your own fabricated lies

chose to watch the sunset instead of the sunrise.

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Say Something, I’m Just a Whiny Poo

Say something, I’m just a whiny poo
I’ll be the one, if you let me whine to you
Anywhere I could have whined til I was blue
Say something, I’m just a whiny poo
And I am feeling so blind
cuz my bang was over my face
Say something, I’m just a whiny poo
And I am feeling so sad
It was in my head
I really don’t know why
And i stumble but don’t fall
I’m sorry that disappoints you
Cuz’ it would have shut me up
Say something, I’m just a whiny poo
And I will swallow my spit
long enough to breathe for a bit
In between my hyperventilating fits
Say something, I’m just a whiny poo
And I’m sorry that I couldn’t shut up for you
And anywhere I would have been so blue
Say something, I’m just a whiny poo
Say something, I just want to stop turnin’ blue…
Say something..

I’m just a whiny poo.

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I Hope

I hope your heart shrivels up like your…

hmmm.

I won’t even say the word…

cuz’ the thought is there

without being heard…

I hate you for every thing you made

everything you laid

in front of me

like a silver platter

but really it was crappier

than anything I ever tasted….

but there is no time wasted

on mistakes

but rather to create

a series of hesitates

cuz’ no one can congratulate

someone for staying in bounds

rather we create a social construct

out of the mounds

of flesh we sacrifice

to say we paid the price

for the ultimate bliss…

but why should we have to kiss

the lips of satan to feel the warmth of god?

why should we mask who we truly are?

I sit and ponder how far I have gone

and sit proudly upon my scars..

cuz’ really no bars

could hold my soul

its immortal beyond most peoples goals

and i live each day by a certain moral

not governed by church

of some other person’s portal

and i am sorry you cannot accept my cordial

handshake and realize that time is not immortal

so sit back relax and enjoy the hole yo

cuz’ someday you’ll be in it

and there will be no one to see your soul

someday you’ll be nothing but seen as cordial

and that is all i ever wanted to

be seen as moral

but I realize no one is

and life is just a portal

of space and time

and you can rewind

fast forward

move slow but

in time

it catches up

and take all of your senses

your throat closes

and in comes the death sentence

but I have no fear

no god

no dove

my heart was stolen

from up above

and i pray to nature

to animals

to people

to save this earth

and stop the reliving.

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Certain Generations

When communication ceases

I stay of out of the street

cuz your kid’s are annoying

the spit rhymes like poison

a regurgitated scheme

their fire turns into a faint gleam

of light…

and I stand there in fright

of certain generations

cuz’ the people who should same them

stand in the limelight…

don’t do anything right

raise their hands

and stomp their feet at night

acting like God will send them a flight

to the Caribbean to run away

cu’z they don’t want to stay

raise children

pay for a sin

now created into the most beautiful skin

they should hold

protect

caress until they rest their head

until nightmares

turn into dreams.

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I Am Who I Am

I am who I am

don’t question my sanity

when you can’t be a man

step up to the plate

and prove your own sanity..

can’t pay for your own haircut

but have money for a mutt

throw dollars on counters

but make me drive after for hours

then pay for all the gas…

Oh heck ya…

I got angry super fast

tightened my laces fast

ready to run away just as the last

girl you probably scared off

Then you tried to decay

my esteem to a pile of decay

Tell me what to do

how to stand

when it feels like to even raise my hand

then follow your every command

like you were a man

but you were just a teenager

with a small uh…wiener..

Personality like a cheesy TV anchor

But even worse…

you were filling in for the sucker who’s sick

but really you won’t even get through the show

before you quit

cuz’ you know you aren’t the talented one

Wasted your life on having

no love

no trust

in anyone…

sitting alone

convinced of your own lies

trying to put back together all the insides

you destroyed by too much time

spent on some lame a** shit…

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Worst Day of My Life (cover)

I had a cough so big and loud
I puked so much I touched the water

Uh-o-o-o-o-oh(2x

I’m never gonna open my eyes

Whoa, I’m never gonna get up

No, Please don’t call me now
Uh-o-o-o-oh
This is gonna be the worst day of my life
My life
Uh-o-o-o-oh
This is gonna be the worst day of my life
My life

I howled at the machine with rage
And then the supervisor was paged
Uh-o-o-o-o-oh [2x]
But all the people
Knew I just needed to stay home
Uh-o-o-o-o-oh [2x]

I’m never gonna feel better
Whoa, I’m never stop puking
No, just don’t fire me now

UH-o-o-o-oh
This is gonna be the worst day of my life
My life
Uh-o-o-o-oh
This is gonna be the worst day of my life
My life

I hear the cats playing outside my bedroom
I feel it in my apartment
The stars were really

bright on my lightight

I say I shut it off and sleep

This is gonna be the worst day of my life
My life
Uh-o-o-o-o
This is gonna be the worst day of my life
My life
This is gonna be, this is gonna be, this is gonna be
The worstt day of my life
Everything is spinning around, everybody is up now
This is gonna be the worst day of my life
My life

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Blind

You better run if you see me

because I will walk up

and call you what you are

I will bare all my emotional scars

that could travel the length of mars

if they were made of matter

but all that matters

is what I feel

what is real

and what has been distorted

contorted in the shape

of an egg

reduced to a child like state

inside my head

waking up with nightmares

and not even getting out of  bed…

but rather trying to sleep

rather than eat

trying to fade

rather than realizing

he made my mind

in time

blind

blind

and i am hearing all his words

blind

and i am quite disturbed

blind

I hear the voice again

blind

and I know I can’t pretend

it’s real

You better run if you see me

cuz’ I will tell your girl

she is in store for a special treat

by the time you dismantle her

she won’t be able to complete

a sentence or a fragment

she will roam your halls

like I did touching the walls

making sure they are still there

the lights flickering

cuz your gas lighting tricks

are all you can bear

to give to her…

but in time

the bulbs will blow

and she will realize

you were dimming the lights low

bringing in the darkness

bringing in the blindness

blind

and I can see your lips move

blind

and I can’t be soothed

blind

and I hear every word

blind

and you were the one who was disturbed.

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There’s Some Men and Their Names Aren’t Joe

There’s a boyfriend…

His name is lazy

and he doesn’t work in a factory

he doesn’t have a life

a car

a job

or a family…

one day…

I came up to him and said

Hey a**hole, get it together! He said no…

I said turn the knob to the right, then out the fucking door…

There’s a man

His name is psycho

And he doesn’t work

he just goes through my texts secretly

he wants a relationship

a house

and a family…

one day after a week of knowing me

he asks will you date me? I say i don’t know…

Learn some patience and don’t expect that from me….

There’s a man

His name is bozo

and he has no mind left to grow

he wants a real job

house and a car maybe..

one day he asks me to do his homework?

I say no…

Do your own work, so you’re not a bozo…

There’s a man

his name is boring yo

and he works in a pharmacy

he has a job

a boring life

and his family pays for thee

one day he avoid his responsibilities…

and i say go..

turn the key and go right down the driveway…

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My Man

My man is so fly he should put on a pair of wings…

My man is so hot when he takes a shower he likes it when it gets cold…

My man is so generous he doesn’t care about money…

My man is so chiseled he could be at the metropolitan posing

among the statues…

and you wouldn’t know he was a real person…

He could stand outside of a palace and everyone would think he is a prince..

He could wave his stand and command an army

with his intelligence…

and that face..

of glory…

I swear I imagined it in dreams

but thought I would never see it upon a real person…

My man he could jump out a plane

but he wouldn’t because he’d rather take me with him…

My man wakes up just as handsome as the night before…

My man could hold me close

then push me away

and I don’t stir…

cuz’ I know I have nothing to fear…

My man doesn’t want power

My man already has his own..

He just wants a real woman…

to warm his home..

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No Point

They say there’s no point in writing

No point in making a stir

I say I’ll climb over the gate

and make the big cats purr

cuz’ the imagination has been sent to deportation

And people shun a kind of mental emancipation

They just eat

work

go to bed

face the lead

in the middle of the night

when things aren’t alright….

and I’m up uptight…

sitting on the laptop in candlelight

researching how  the world might…

never be still…

always trying to bend another’s will

rather than creating a portal of their own

they conquer another person’s home…

then back around again for more….

and I can’t help but think of how they project

a lack of respect

for humanity

and how can it be

We sit and ponder these

plans to orchestrate uncertainty

into a monopoly

cross our arms

kick our feet up

on the nice mahogany

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Simple Person

I’m just a simple person

living outside of the economic excursion

tossing my coins around

ignoring all the coercion

running my mouth about

finding out all the versions

I played of myself

aren’t good enough to be indoctrinated

into this kind of monopoly

we act like is the threshold of society

but really if we all weren’t behind the scene

making their cars gleam…

they’d never see the light

if it was a direct beam

cuz’ we are the ones who carry the sun…

they just flaunt their goods for fun…

but their no different than anyone…

mouths all sewn up shut…

And I think it is funny…

some equate freedom with money

some bend their minds because their so hungry…

I’m just a simple person

living each month like it’s an excursion

and I will never know where I’ll end up…

keep pouring change into a cup

hoping it will be enough

to find a way out of this tunnel

they want me to lie down in

and declare they will win

but one thing is sure to begin…

whether now or later…

the crater in their heart

cannot dart the arrows of gluttony

cannot diffuse the air around me

cuz’ they made it so heavy

no one can breathe…

And I think it is funny

some equate freedom with money

some bend their will to no longer be hungry

and leave so many mouths empty..

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Some Sugaar

I’m gonna

Slap that bottom lip

into your nostrils

cuz’ your nose is so high

I cannot see the top of it

or maybe its because

I am too short…

Either way,

It isn’t looking good…..

for you…

but I love me….

so here’s a little rap for thee…

since he’s got all the partridges in the mother-fn tree…

I say

give me some sugar

something nice and sweet

give me a little icing upon my cheek

but your not thinking of a cupcake

just like me….

you’re still thinking of somethin’ else

cuz’ it’s all about thee

not me

I sit around all fake and merry

playing betty crocker

but I am wishing I was a fairy

so I could fly the fuck

outta this town

where none of you can judge me…

cuz’ I’m all smiling

laying jokes

while you all bitch around me…

trying to take my sun

but the problem is

I embrace the moon

and the rhythm of my heart

doesn’t always

skip to the same damn tune….

I say

give me some sugar

something nice and sweet

give me a little icing upon my cheek

but your not thinking of a cupcake

just like me….

you’re still thinking of somethin’ else

cuz’ it’s all about thee

not me, never me…

I’m gonna make you

drown in your own ego

I’m gonna make you frown

until your need slows…

cuz’ you have a big head

and a small neck

there are references to it

a thousand years back

but apparently you didn’t get the memo

it wasn’t forwarded to your inbox

it was on a piece of paper

but to you reading

is like fort Knox..

oh, you’re so intellectual

yet your brain feels  so locked….

oh, you’re so confident….

yet you have to rip someone else apart..

I saw Shawshank Redemption

and you’re not so smart….

I saw where you came from…

and it wasn’t like a fine piece of art…

and I know it was then not now

but you cannot fully forget your past

without losing your sight of your future somehow…

both go hand in hand

like water is to air…

to avoid one or the other

leads everyone to despair…

so don’t forget the ones who always cared…

let the ego drop

on down by your side

take that pride and shove it all inside…

you have nothing to prove

we all have told the truth and lied….

so give me some sugar…

somethin’ sweet.

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