Tuesday, January 12, 2010

-Hahas, ITE life is so slacking.
Till I wanna fucking,
hack into everybody's mind to know what are their thoughts while we're all slacking.
I bet no one have anything to do during school and break hours.
Otherwise they won't be smoking for the chorus.
Everything we heard will be coarse,
'coz I don't know but all I found is that we're able to talk freely like a galloping horse.

-Now, every motha' fuckers here is here to be bored.
Cursing the board,
on why our hours of lessons is so fucking long, teach ought,
to shorten our miserly and let us get caught!
Wit our own life.
The campus is a hive.
For people to slack in hide.
Hide from the sunlight.
And stay in the cooling rooms and get lectures all day long just to get away from the light!

-I am bored, so now I'm rhyming to do something interesting.
While everybody's holding their things.
Stunt, just to listen to my free rhyme.
What just flew pass me! It's the American Hind!
It's here to stop my rhyming.
To stop my liberty to rhyme freely, now I should be climbing.
Up to the roof wit a missile.
To take down that hisser!

-When I rhyme please don't pissed in your own pants.
Take your pens and write down every Motha' Fucking dis I rap wit a pen!
So you can sue me for it, and get a can.. of nuts!

-Haha, no offence people. Love this style.