i fixed the spelling, ya these arent free,
this is a concept album called the std, standin for, societys total destruction, a conshious yet funny violent album adressing all of the problems with society, heres a sample of it, its copywrited, but if you want to buy it contact me,
the price is not money, should be about a thousand dollors, you will get my email and password, with the songs on there with a date proving your owner ship
intro, famous quote, georgie luther bum junior, the year 0, n 6 more zeroes
i hav a dream, that one man man, n george man
will together live apart, n chaos n destruction
dont lay off the concussions, wen georges consciousness is regained, with fists they say
lay off n rushin, since georgerene, rate of regeneration
i previously remained tame, plain n anonymous
my lame name, hatin it viciously, please wait, dont visit me
since then, my brain evaporated, in my basement it blew
raisin the roof, a plain, came in the hole,i cant explain my exclamation i flew
a plan, came in my skull, shit, i aint changin it
its what your changin yours to
since then, dont sit,
one shift of construction,
n this entertainment, mainly me, will b fate of three generations
were takin over, tank tranquilizin u yanks
takin lines of our own punks,
cuz gang, only operate, machinery drunk
hangin over, wen its over, bang it over, soldier
to the futures theres a missin link, like there was 2 the fuckin past
either b a mini me, or like computers n gadgets of the past
you'll fuckin vanish fast
dont ask the name, after the song, yours n mine the same,
wont ask the same, still after the song,
yours n mine the name,here rather then gone
were now the next piece in the chain, i came
the next piece of the chain we'll b, i came
a george you deserve to be, peep deep inside you
fight fuk n drink, what we do peeps, besides do
light up em things 2, lite a blunt,
lite a church, ill dynamite lite this, run lay run on judgement day
terminator on savers, we hunt flame guns, cyberdine likeness, yikes
losers, stand back fast, sin earth sinners clueless 2 savin her
proved solutions burnin past, burn ya washin tuns, first task
were numerous numbers, but only want you watchin one one
mothers no refusin us, slice haters babys
one swift lift of dick, like lite sabers baby
say luke, may the gorge b with you
faint n die, or sway side 2 side
say gorge, were with you,
evolutions lubed, n turnin fast,
turns, the who r u reusins up,its my turn 2 ask, wut
to the futures theres a missin link, like there was 2 the fuckin past
either b a mini me, or like computers n gadgets of the past
you'll fuckin vanish fast
dont ask the name, after the song, yours n mine the same,
wont ask the same, still after the song,
yours n mine the name,here rather then gone
were now the next peice in the chain, i came
the next piece of the chain we'll be, i came
beat the book in ya beak, look manual reed
2 repeat, a almost 3 word repeat, annual speech
i spin grin my peach, three sixty, sixty three greets
ya see me, ya cousin n him, lucus washington, cant forget bushy
more war we fiend, what we risk if we win, dont give a shit
guvenater cuts his face off,
admits hes traiter faker, fuck a face off
no scene of protest, or rise of machines
snatch a microchip cookie, half bittin, from this batch i spittin
kill my microwave a minute ago,
you wave his ghost yet, your rise of the steam
if fight, bright lite city scenery, where no one seems 2 notice
raped names replaced, on pedigree, planet earth is now
george is means me, everybodys sane safe place
plan at first of god dog, im gods dog,the rebirths now
when everyone, except one, converts in
the thirdy nerdy skinny virgin, glasses white rebel
well hand him a gat, and a free blast at my rite temple
ya blow a hole, freein me from a rotten brain,
freein you from a wrong gone game, fleein the skull, thoughts,
not osamas plane , ya sorta covered for my man,
abort the plan, just come to concert 4 my jam
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im gods warrior terror, my sword n enemies are like my candy,
the more the better, so lets see, if peace cant be, ima war forever
i see chimpanzes, you see men, you your friends ya familys shot,
got em stuffed, new wimpanzie museum,
for biggie n easy, cuz they didnt die cookin cookies
dont die a villain, ya live long enough to see yourself become a goodie goodie
its past the season, 2 b jolly, tra la la la la, i shot u all, i mist nas n em,
swish i off them heads,
the only mc, glad pac is dead, seventeen n mean, get stabbed if you compliments
caution men, gods sponserin,the real deel
big l, did well, but off spring commin 2 evil,not a man
but with fast reasonin gats, thats the reason, ya squeal squeal
whatever doesnt kill you, makes you stronger or stranger, es
repeatedly i die, whatever doesnt kill sin, makes me constantly angrier,
not a black comedian, a leader thats political
just wen u thought, this strange, stranger, cant get any, stranger
you see a little piss, on my sneaker it trickled, the sequel deals you shit
to obliderate, ya spirit waist, ya magic seventh death now, any last words,
theres seven deaths in ya mouth, before thats heard, steal sealed you shit
im the good guy, im here to rescue you, like cpr, ill give my breath to you
ill blow a kiss, n give my breath to you, then blow a clip, n give that death to you
im the good guy, youll see me star, the lonely seed, in this evil city
people sayin, there aint crime, is like gorge sayin, i aint no rhyme
im serious, i only see, these people silly
i kill death, n steppin his shoes, im serious
second servin, i know your hungry for more
when the waiter, takes off the plate coverin,
n you see a steamin gun
you shoudnt take cutters, jump for cover, or even run
but ya cuttin others, just 2 be runnin, jumpin to the front,
as if its over, once ya hand, touches,
the handle of the grumpy door, ya done
but ya so slow mo, ya forks hangin half out ya mouth
like out you drag ya hangin ass off ya couch
o you sleep, n ya family carrys you on it out the house
like how i carry you out, dont worry about ya spouse
im only willin to be killin women n children, i let the men go
so ride away, to my hideaway, for me to decide ya fate,
over ya kills in nintendo
so why you slumpin for your sun,
the parkin lots covered, look at the other, hundred and for run
oh its not ya sun, ya swore to scorch ya mother
heres a torch gun, ya fuckin commin
lets pause 2 test shots, on these cars in pause
i forgot to add a address, now we gotta arrest,there hearts to stop
till every villains head goes home to god
chorus
im the good guy, im here to rescue you, like cpr, ill give my breath to you
ill blow a kiss, n give my breath to you, then blow a clip, n give that death to you
im the good guy, youll see me star, the lonely seed, in this evil city
people sayin, there aint crime, is like gorge sayin, i aint no rhyme
im serious, i only see, these people silly
i kill death, n steppin his shoes, im serious
i say im evil, but lets switch to my personal perspective
its strictly for my purposes profession
im a good guy, who spit sum good lies, to good n blind people
but my objectives, to burnin the world, was the wait worth the confession,
wait wait wait one second
wait wait wait,keep your hands off, the verses in session, ya cant stop me,
dyin peacefuls , not on my plate, you feds stepin a second,
this weapons wettin ya face
i was the eyes, at the sacrafice of christ
ill b alive, at the after life of life
so you know, i can get stabbed, n hacked n sliced with knives
if you vanish me, ill come back inside ya wife
n just so you know, if you banish me, ill come back n try it twice,
deaths a present, that'll protect ya safe
if by chance ya get it, wanna ketch up spread me dead,
itll spread n enhance my messidge
that adds 2 tension, between my fan n henchmen n me
the advantidge of you, who, is missin the angles, of a mission of a angle
without wings,the halo, i just bought for holloween
if im in town, scream if ya caught not followin me
you can run, but i can drive, n against me, you can hide
just make sure you dont wave wile u shovel, n dig ya grave in the rubble
somewhere i cant find, no war singers fail, cuz everyone in the world,
homicides n suicides, just now, n i only lifted a finger,
2 finish this bagel, just now
police wanna stop me, say please 4 this shottie, i cocked it,
you can shoot it, n drop me,with a new suit , i arise in ya body
these hands should be beatin n killin, theres a man 2 fracter
but hands rebuild buildins, do bad, get bad, fuk bein beatin n killed,
i manufacter happyness
polece wanna copy me,im clappin this, there never clappin cuffs on me, momy
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the truths, stranger than fiction
wen hittin pots, stranger than not, i went from the top of the class,
to a top class mission, to be a missionary n carry what you fear, more than bear
n suicide bombers, its a do or die, suicide honer, to show you what you stangers are missin
just come after school to spark,
not after dark, not far after scool 2 park
just a tag along, little bruther,nervous quiet, a little studder
followin, like saggin pants, dragin on, by a bathroom,
i oberve in silence,freshmen hidin in a bush,
wanna flash those girls your tits, is what a guy will ask you
you do, eventually you hit the pipe, but inside the bathroom, not in the lite
im the baby in the dipe, slide the pipe to my lips, no, no dick suking, i hold it,
they begin 2 lite,
the liter, im coughin n chokin, then fillin sick n tired, like my coffin is open,
n all they say is, are you high yet, nope not high yet
chorus 1
its like ive alredy legalized weed,
i dont care if u already, or never smoked it
r u ready, i dont care, just smoke it
the tracks ya first hit, its burnin
the tracks so hot its burnin
the traffic cops r burnin,
ya smokin, n chokin, n thirstin, its ya legalized need
we get that weed sack, pik out the seeds n stems, hit the weed n then
we relax, r you hi yet, guy yet, hi yes, guy yes, its ya real lifes need
i continue goin to the stoners, park n shit
continue knowin no homework, i spark n lit
when they asked if peir pressure i what
if they ment, ear pressure i was
impatient we waited, callin connects, of course i said no,
are schools called ghetto, she has nun, he has nun, we call tocollect
by the side walk theyed pull, or across street to meet
twenty twentys, to get fuckin blunted up, in the ride, my friend took a seat
the twenty somthin fuck, took the fuckin money,then shoved a gun to his tummy
from the ride, he made him retreat, fleein on feet,
cops saw all this, weed n weapons they kept in, even tho ethe street
they wont be keepin that ride, ya we duckin campus guards n cops,
teachers peer at me, curiously, i fearlessly gard my pot
the nervous they suspect, but visine screens the red his white
any one lookin dead guys hi, we smokin outa the apples, swollowin thousand of capsules
inside classrooms, down one n thats all,n thats true, when a say, a teacher smoked
with students,
all rebel n addicts, get a hit in the bathroom,
before you hear the bell for classes,
if ya cought once they mark ya, so we stuffin the skunk, in our magic markers
its like magic, it tragic, if ya quit puffin ya punks, with that bottle of deoder,
you pray, wen you spray away, it hides the oder, stoners think were cool n shit,
cops wanna stop us, lok us, keep us hiddin like lokness
keep weed riddin, so we riffin, for wut reasin, who knows, the trees in this season,
everyones doin it, old wifes, n husbands there suns, n everyones movin it
when its illegal for kids, n drop outs 2 get jobs,
we forget laws, to get somethin done,for new dough, you know
if you a broke man, or broke mentally, its ya pro solution
its a fucked up life, you dont care who ya walkin with
you dont care if there talkin shit, gentle scenes, it throws illutions
but no, white people say, that drugs are bad mmkay, ima grab the ak,
n in ya face im shootin,why should i not, when you say im supposed to do it
o no, its the evils legal day, kneel pray
chorus 2
its like ive already legalized weed,
i dont care if u already, or never smoked it
are you ready, i dont care, just smoke it
the tracks ya first hit, its burnin
the tracks so hot its burnin
the traffic cops are burnin,
ya smokin, n chokin, n thirstin, its ya legalized need
cutt it up, pack it in, puff it up, pass to your left
pass it bak, if you cant handle it, hold it in,
blow it out, pass out, you wont be passin ya test
this is ya dull, real lifes need
so i tag along, to some house smokin session n shit, bongs, pipes, blunts
no limit, 2 how many seconds id hit, alot a times id mess up, n swollow the smoke,
n end up a mess,sick n sufferin, but when it came around again, id suck it in
im still laughin n smilin, at nothin, from bein to high, n its 2 years fukin since
id throw up, n tomarrow wus soaked with the scent,
i had drank 3 water bottles, ate a bowl of romin,
sittin sick, it felt as if, i hollowed of myself, of my soul with it
bein high, id hear things, wisperin, bein high, id fear things, misery,
wasnt fun, most of the time,whyd u do it, well why are you doin it,
you wanna see if can hang with the most of em, ritee
eventully, me n my friend were runnin out the campus
we got cought, by a guy, who just stood glued in one spot,
we were runnin out of chances, i got probed over, they found the home grown, i drove the road 2 probation
drug classes, every week, then in classes, id forever speak, no homes, im goin home, got no dough, for a smokin rotation
twist endin
i wrote this song, to be smokin n chokin, fuck it, ima by the real green
ima toke this bong, n heroin needles, to be poken me open, n pop red or blue pills, i get red or blue till, i od, but when i say, cum tumble deeper down the rabbit hole alice
which is ya ear, quit ya twichin in fear,this is no morpheus trick, i no, no malicetheres no option of popin the pill, n you wont, opens ya i's, stikt like a, super futeristic adict,im only smokin ive spoken, no lies,i gotta quit this spit, im shootin n spazzin
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yo, evrytime a hate comments posted, i keep getting better, steppin up and trying harder, why would you be hating me anyways, if im not gonna rap this, scrape ya paper up, this album not only the next album that will change the rap game, but the world to, if your scarred of me sayin i wrote the songs for you, dont trip, ima be dead in about a month anyway, to the mod who keeps lockin my thread, all you did was make me expand and on three other rap sites, just let me do my last task gods appointed me to do, of a dyin kid, to many people are already comin at my neck over here, imk surrounded by enemies, album status,
its looks like its 16 songs its gonna now, im writing everyday, holler at me, now cuz buy the time we make a trade, im gonna be finished , the moderator even banned my isp, i just switch computers, block this one, i can just go to the librarys hundreds of compters, stop tryin to stop whats unstopable while im living
