True Story

I got quite high this weekend
quite a bit of time, spent rapping with my friend.
I was given the nickname Jerry
Even met a member of gRun DMC

A massive 2 foot bong was utilized
Before psychedelic visions were realized.
Chilled out on the couch eatin' munchies with bros,
Our weapon of choice, sweet spici chilli Doritos.

Picked up a big ass stick, thought I was playin' a game.
My sober friend thought I was going insane.
In hindsight it was pretty lame.
But it was awesome, I've tried my best to explain.

Re^3

You go by dcas, my name is lflat,
Step on my turf, you hear my gat "blat blat"!
bullets turnin' you to swiss cheese,
My Moses staff makes bitches weak in the knees.
Fuck with G, give you a plague-like disease.
No shit, on you he'll go old testament.
Explanation: you musta' given up skill for lent.

Re: to the Re:

The words you speak are: s-h-i-t, shit.

There ain't no targets you can hit.

Claim to get the 'tang -

Not the drink, the kind you bang.

But you ain't getting laid, man(g).

Your God isn't Greek, see -

You seem to practice celibacy.

And even though your God is a G..sus

You can't mess with us;

Castle and Apollo, I mean,

One bad ass team.

Godly Rhymes Re:

You rhyme about Greek gods,
While Out of my pocket I'm pullin' out wads
of cash to pay your mom.
Apollo's torch I'm pissin' on.
And Like his sis Artemis,I hunt shit.
Trackin' the poon, always hit the clit.
The only shit you spit: a lougie.
So think twice 'fore you think you can roll with me.

Godly Rhymes.

I am a God among men, yo

Perhaps a demi-god, son of Apollo -

I can hear him play his lyre,

a gift from Hermes;

In me it creates a fire

that lets me spit rhymes like these.

Author Puns

Snuggled in my bed, a good one in my hand,
Dreamin', in my head, about another land.
If I said I hated Harry Potter, I would be JK--
Rowling. I'd tap that ass; in the book store JK Prowling.
Dragons Elves and Hobbits, how'd he think of that shit?
I heard his friends called hime JRR Toking, That explains it.
Derivitive fantasy...must have stolen it from Tolkien.
Ya'll are worshipping his work, stop Dan Brown nosing him.
For Christ's sake, The DaVinci Code is sacrilege.

Separate Poem:

It's bigger than she thought it'd be,
longer than she'd prefer to read.
But her expectations were great
for my Charles Dickens, she couldn't wait!

The Debreifing of the Dispute of the Chairs

I see you use the M-16,
But the AK is also pretty mean.
With power greater than all the others
It sends my enemies crying to their mothers.
That is, if they manage to survive.
There are very few left alive.
I'm so ruthless they call me cold-blooded,
Bodies and 'copters, with bullets, will be studded.

But it's alright,
I know you can't handle the AK's might.
You see, I'm Prestige.
Soon you'll be bowing and saying, "Mercy, my liege."

But I really like you,
Maybe someday you'll make your debut
As a soldier, one day commander,
Maybe as strong as the Great Alexander.

Remember, however, young padawan,
That it takes more than pure brawn.
You also need brains
To keep the blood flowing in your veins.

Remember these words, good sir,
And to you, my power will transfer.