i hope you die.
i'm eating pizza pie.
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i hope you die.
i'm eating pizza pie.
Please, please tell me why
Im not getting high
I tried a new recipe today
Followed the steps all the way
Yesterday it worked very well
But today its just hell
Waiting the high come to me
But it seems sober i must be
Fuck bad weed, old shitty weed
Disappoints you when you more need
At least im rhyming well, bro
Does im stoned and dont know?
She is buying a stairway to heaven
If i had money i would buy seven
Seven rings for the dwarves in their halls of stone
Seven colors of the rainbow when through rain the sun shone
Im waiting my high, but i got none
I think ill smoke till im gone
Hey Joe where are you going to now?
Im going to smoke with my pal
Blunts, joints, and a great bong
Until we become like Cheech N Chong
Yes i think im stoned and dont know
Rhyming is so easy, words just flow
I could spend all my night rhyming
But would prefer to be just staring
Stoned like a fresh newbie
Who said to the soberness: goodbye.
Anyway its time to post it
Cause my PC is a piece of shit
If i lose this things i did write
I would give the mouse a hard bite
I know it doenst make sense any more
Thats why i will stop. I reached the shore.
I cant stop its controlling me
I think i was born for poetry
But now its over i must to smoke
I wanna be high when i awoke
Dont know if the spelling is right
But damn, words dont bite
Please give me strenght to stop
Take me from here, call a cop
I just love rhyming, its spellbinding
But my time its going, and going,
And it will never come back to me
So, rhymes, let me go free!
Now its 4.20, i just smoked
Im as high as i wished
But its just the beginning
And the high keeps increasing
Now ill just say goodbye
Cause im so high i think i will die,
How is good to feel, again, like a newbie :stoned:
all night long take hits from the bong come along and get high like cheech & chong... i dont no if that rhyme's but i dont care cos am high as fuck:jointsmile:
Weed is the main
way I treat my pain.
I'm looking for a strain
that will melt my brain,
and keep me sane,
'cause I love my Mary Jane.
My sack is getting drained
'cause it goes in my volcano.
I just don't say no
to chronic or hydro.
Your mind will know
when you blow
the stuff that I grow.
Hello.
Get mellow.
Do tell...
Have you got enough to sell?
Does it smell?
Real well?
Like a skunk in hell?
Will it make my bell ring?
Make me feel like a king?
Make me sing instead of rap?
Make me nap?
Put a buzz up in my cap?
You know I don't smoke crap.
Better strap me in.
put some hash on a pin,
Tape the bong to my chin,
and notify my next of kin.
Got some weed? ...Count me in.
as tomorrow morning starts to creep
im fucking tired but cannot sleep
i wish i dint have to go to class
so i could sleep in and sit on my fucking ass
yeah, it's late, im tired but my insomnia's keeping me up. Im out of weed, and kinda grumpy
This thread is going off
canadanks, coehlo and psteve showing their stuff
smoking the dank throughout the night
got so stoned I lost my sight
now I cant see
and I think I need to pee
I just bought some Biobizz
I think you all know what that is.
I also bought me some Clonex
I don't want my plants to have sex.
:D
Yes the weed is the best key
To keep rhymin as dr.dre
Its a pity that you cant see
Hey Geo where are you goin to pee?
Morning breaks here too
Happily nothing i have to do
My quote of classes are over for good
I already studied more than i should
Remember that everything has an end
So sleep will come, be sure my friend.
Without weed our world fall
Mary Jane, our love, psteve said it all,
So, while we live, until we die,
Lets smoke and get high! :stoned:
EDIT: I must edit, there is a reason,
1200 posts is a great occasion
So for remember this unique time
I did write one more rhyme.
[align=left]Word to your mother plants.
I keep an oh-zee in my pants.
"Is that a fat sack or are you just glad to see me?"
That's just my bong.
It's 18 inches long.
I keep it in there so the girls think it's my weenie.
:pimp::pimp::pimp::pimp::pimp::silly::pimp:
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WINNER. lolQuote:
Originally Posted by FakeBoobsRule
Wake,
Bake.
Legalize mary jane, rite the bleep now
Smoke that stuff and you'll say wow
Repeat.Quote:
Originally Posted by psteve
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
There is a man directly to
My right, and as I write to you
He types with might and vigor, too
Damn hard upon his typing tool.
Upon his giant frame there rests a shirt of salmon hue..
Its wrinkled, and its faded, but I doubt he knows or cares.
His glasses rest upon his nose, his face a stubbly mess,
He stares at his computer screen, completely unaware.
With repititious strikes and clicks, he maneuvers through the web,
A tangled mess of stimuli, all pre-interconnected.
He tries to yahoo for his answers, for he is confused and lost.
But I have only 20 seconds left, my rhyming time is naught.
Is this book perhaps shaded red?Quote:
Originally Posted by CanaDanKs Inc.
A man on the cover, dark from toe to head?
Is it written by a man with a doctorate in
Osteopathic Medicine?
If so, I bought that same damn book.
From the same damn site, with the same damn look.
And though its rather complicated,
I learned it all, then meditated.
Oh please take me away
Or i will rhyme and waste my day
Like happened yesterday
When nothing i had to say
But kept rhyming with no end
Like if i had all the time to spend.
Its cool to rhyme in english
Cause you can rhyme wish with fish
Or light with night or tree with sea
Unrelated as they may be.
my friends call me a stoner
girls all love my boner
yo, whats up?
i just bust a nut.
just kidding.
do you want some pudding?
why in the fuck am I really trying to write two sentences that rhyme?
seems like all I'm really doing is wasting my time...
I could be out having fun, getting laid and staying stoned...
instead I'm here writing rhyming sentences at home alone...
true, but im out of bud
so now im sitting here pulling my pud
We rolling in the park
But its about to get dark
And i'm fucked up
And my dicks about to get up!
And im here again
Listening the Requiem
Waiting a high that dont kick in
Why the weed is so mean?
Maybe the recipe is not right
And i wasted, again, one night
But there is some hope
For those who love the dope
The weed is amazing
You can get high smoking
Or green dragon drinking
Or firecrackers eating
But my fave is the sweet
Im sure you will love it
Chocolate with hash
Will turn reality into ash
Cut the mind like a swords slash
And daze like a lightning flash
Tomorrow will be the day
I will eat it and then will say:
Duuude... im high...
Soon i will reach the sky...
But now the rhymes must end
Cause is time to smoke, my friend
Peace for all, and keep stoned,
Cause life is good when we're blazed! :stoned:
it is really is fun to make yourself rhyme
twists your mind and takes more time
head all fuzzy from the weed you smoked
write some more and take another toke
of the finest of herb
werb
serb
dickitidicatty do
I wouldnt live in a shoe
to small
for me
Maybe you should just try harder...Quote:
Originally Posted by TryptamineScape
Balance yourself, plot your time out smarter.
Somehow I manage to find the time,
To fuck, work, smoke, eat, sleep AND rhyme!
Its not about the time you lose,
But efficiency, and how you choose,
Your strategy, your every move..
Its all a game, so play or lose.
Some would say Haiku
Poems should not rhyme; Untrue!
They should all eat poo.
If its rhyme time, then Im the Slander Commander.
Commanding attention like the Geico Salamander.
I come at you full force, reppin' bullits 'n banter,
Then burn your ears with word-friction like a drywall sander...
lol too easy,
get weezy,
Im feelin greazy
up out dis peazy
You are a poet, my friend
To do rhymes with no end
I know im just a begginer
And much more a stoner
An insane and incurable pothead
Who smoked too much and went mad
But at least i write things with meanings,
And not like the crazy one who said
"Its ok to eat fish, cause they dont have any feelings"
Yes... today im not inspired. :stoned:
i wish i was asleep
meep
Roses are red, Violets are Blue
Pot is green and I'm so stoned....what was I supposed to do again?
Einstein once said the most beautiful thing that we can experience is the mysterious
honestly I believe that he was delirious
I'm a maker of special peoms, I question norms
If you bend time the prints will form, and you can meet your parents before you were ever born
so if death is what I'm destined for I'll just ignore
at my own accord I found solution to the inexplicable quantum leap via evolution
i would tell you the answer, but its too confusin'
just think to yourself, is the glass half empty or half full?
you soon will see, that the glass is exactly twice the size it needs to be
I seem to be, all by myself with no help, the frustrations felt
as I travel through the Van Allen radiation belt
one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind
what I'm about to tell you, will blow your damn mind
'cause when Neil Armstrong arrived on the moon
he saw somethin' he wasn't hopin' to find
a civilization already there, that was beyond sublime
read between the lines and you'll find that I gotta make it
so just face it, I'm a glitch in the matrix
I make bars, ever since ufos drawn on cave walls
I signed my soul to Satan, but integrated my own escape clause
just so I can reap the benefits of unlimited penmanship
that predated genesis here it is
I found the Ark of the Covanent, I'm lovin' it, and ever since I discovered it
my lyrics are hotter than blue flames, and my pen became an oven mit
I can tell about Jesus's geneology
and about how all your beleifs are simply the dominant ideologies
but follow me, this is lyrical apotame, that appears logically
but it smears the boundaries of miracle astrology
don't dismiss the glyphs as mythology
you will piss me the fuck off if you don't acknowledge me
when its all said and done, I'll prolly be
nothin' more than Herman Melville, post-humously recognized
untill I take polly pepties from Left Eye's left eye and just die
I studied vinoskin lines, which can only be seen from the sky
now you tell me, who the fuck was lookin' down on man
when we didn't have the capabilities to fly
look in my eyes and tell me
how would I wait to rhyme, when my lines concur space and time
in so doing, I live my life vicariously through remote viewing
reincarnation made my flow nicer, 'cause 9 lives ago
I was Shakespeares ghostwriter, livin' in the 16th century
I was better then, shitted on people with a candle and a feather pen
some thought I was arrogant, I remember when I met the famous Columbous
he wondered "is he humble, is he?"
I mumbled grinning, and left his compass spinning
every night I think about panspermia, and paleocontact, I can't get past it
every 3,600 years, a planet crosses paths with Earths axis
and on this planet our Gods inhabit
one more thing to note, we've only got 6 more years to go
now, what were Edgar Cayce's patients thinking
when he gave them prophecy while dreaming
I don't know what I'm seeking but I'll get there by reverse engineering
ask me how the Earth is disappearing
and I'll teach until I turn old, with shit so hot I burn cold
you tell the most boringest thesis, you better believe it
questionable, like the hiatus and the story of Jesus
the glory I've seen it, and the morals told
try not to fall through the rabbit hole of the Torah Code
one things for sure, I ain't got no leverage
so I gotta touch the bottom of the deep sea to the top of Mt. Everest
says i hitt her
now i sitt back an hitt the reffer
spent 4 nites in jail over some Bs an got probation
brain retarted flow like masterbation NO gay homo like brady
I will upchuck yah ladie out, faded blonde hair cut like siga siga slim shady ....
I think, the above poster was saying on a lady he shall wail.
Four nights is not enough, I think that woman beaters should spend four months in jail.
I'm a Rebel, soul rebel
I must share that the kaya's incredible
on a ladie who was bi polar & spazed out
even screamed fire & rape funny thing i gotta it all on tape & when the 5 0 came I one the case ..Not tryin to to cause a debate But i hate ladies who suffer & get beat
& in this case i was framed on some shit .. I loved her no rubber .. 3 years i wasted now i ride solo money on mind blaze & work & just stay high ..thank god no kid In the past 9 months poped out Cause its over ,Tears sheded when i get lonely i think i miss her Pop a nut & all is not missed Blah blah blah dont no my whole story call it dismissed Think think think i need another relo the end
MIssin Lost friends & loved One's ..Blazzin some kush ...R.i.P. some times I lie awak at nite stare at my cellin wonderin wat Im felllin misin YALL .an Alot Of otha drama dats went down .. u see PPl dat u thought were ya .....z No Longa come aroun . AN it seem the one's That loved YA da most u had to put in the ground ...or My cousins getin locked away for PUsshin pOunds of powder KILLo afta KILlo,, why> it have to HAPPen LOved ones i wait an wonda If il see again.. GONe an locked away GEtin ten in penatentery . watin seem Like 10 mIllion centurys ..seem rap fell off ?.Like we got More an more fake Mc's thats fulll of baby Moma drama causin problems . but Maybe it jsut ME u see ? . World got enough isues as IT is ..from PHOonie Mc's to .....s of seas .....let all ses an an hitt the kush An go shhhhhhhhhh
say my flo's wack an i ant black ..........think my flow is wack i call ya out whine an pout sho me what u be about ..grow the fuck up what you 8 ? .. i dont leav nothing im hungry il eat the whole fuckin plat an bust threw the mother fuckin gate ..that was wack dont h8 ..u cant please a ladie thats why urs is at home an she has to masterbait ........no shit i smoked dro still maneged to graduate wit a 4.0 that why i be Fuckin Ur hoe .U NO .....your Babys MOMa The Kid im raisin .speakin a raisens O nvm we wont talk about your brain size OPPs size HAHAH Ur gurl already told me u were lakin .il come threw an be done like the paris hillton hackin cuz you lackin ant got nothin on me what what what DING DIng
Backstabbing bitches get an ass full of stitches. Thats what y'all get for being a bunch of snitches.