RAP TIME, KIDDOS

[Derpy]

This is where I'll post my sick-ass, dank-ass, and shit-ass rhymes for you all to see. Sick-ass is both a compliment and way to describe the contents of the rap itself.

Blood:

Red and blue, soaked all the way through, circulates, but it's far too late, your blood's been spilled, won't be long 'till you've been killed, one strike, low flesh damage, but a shower of blood and carnage, chugalug, gallons of red stuff, such bloodlust, I'll never get enough, fill up my goblet of gore, fill it up twice, I need more.

The sight of your blood flowing gets my own going, feel the pump-da-pump, got a hunger and a passion and a thirst, it only gets worse, can't quench, dead stench, need more of the fluid that's 98.6 degrees, teeming with disease, I can see it pulsing in your veins, asking to be freed.

Gallons and gallons of blood, let the world run with red until everybody drowns, from Iceland to the great down under, need a drink so you stab a bag, that's a red flag, was once white, now soaked, jugular cut so you croak, sputter on your own life, it's a crime, leave the flesh and use the blood, can't get enough of the red stuff, it's time for a bloodbath!

The sight of your blood flowing gets my own going, feel the pump-da-pump, got a hunger and a passion and a thirst, it only gets worse, can't quench, dead stench, need more of the fluid that's 98.6 degrees, teeming with disease, I can see it pulsing in your veins, asking to be freed.

Day after day there's glass after glass, hemophiliac convenient, when you empty your spleen of it, use it to fill my pond, of blood I am so fond, when it leaves that is, when it flows and stains and soaks, without it your life is so broke, lay down, stiff after a few hours, feeling like blood gives me powers, I even use it in my shower!

[trichotomousKeeper]

dang. It may be the alcohol talking, or my past of a love of blood, but that was awesome.

[Derpy]

It may just be the lack of sleep talking, but gr8, m8. Th8nks.

[Derpy]

Bullshit:

Evacuate the area, this ain't no tale of a fairy-a, the world is flipped, and someone's about to get hit. Call in the h-bomb, nothing right now feels even slightly wrong, so hot you'll need to pick me up with some heat-proof gloves and aluminum tongues. Read the fucking Necronomicon, and take your silly ass to Comic-con, slam your head down. Feel the love flow through you, and drink some pomegranate juice, find your muse, and if there's more than one then choose.

These words are nothing but nonsense, coming from a fat nerd, the biggest dumbass in the herd, take a look at me, I don't feel free, these words are bullshit pouring from my mouth, phantom speech, security breach, lock down sector four, this must seem like such a bore, reading this absolute bullshittery I'm spewing a mile a minute, each little verse I'm gonna hit it and quit it, it's over in an instant.

Fuck me for making this, fuck you for reading it, fuck it all, fuck it tenderly in the hall, nothing rhymes with orange so I'll make up a word, gorenz, expand your world, and hold, your cup out, and let me fill it with what from my mouth spouts, which I mentioned a million times is bullshit, every little bit, meow goes the cat, the cat rolled in the mat, this one ain't got no hat, but he is pretty fat.

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