The Memoirs of Jason Cypher
The Memoirs of Jason Cypher
Entry - 9-15-03
I feel like Stan right now, clearing the sweat from my brow
God Eminem is dope, maybe I’ll be like him somehow..
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I died my hair today, now its just like Nick Lachey
And on acid my girl’s like Jessica... 35 pounds overweight
Only not as smart, and I really don’t have the heart
To tell her the ring I bought her was from the machine at K-Mart
And on the way I almost wrecked, as I speed to success
Soon I’ll get respect, when I plug in this ill ass labtec
Fuck what the vets said, aint no chip on my shoulder
And if I spit slower and add effects, maybe I’ll sound older
Never mind that, I’m late for work, and honestly my wrist hurts
Not from writing, but “Larger than Life” came on...
...you know I had to jerk
PS: I love you baby, and finally its getting less hard to
Keep it up without picturing a threesome with Nick Carter
Entry, 01-26-04
Life’s great, ‘round here everyone’s heard of me
An ill emcee that parlayed into an i-net celebrity
RB.com is the place to be now, mom’ll be proud
When aloud I read my legend piece, right now
No longer a face in the crowd, I’m a net god
FYIRB!!!! I’m signed you’re not
Having an ego is great, but its getting to my head
Literally, I’m a bit dizzy... I guess its time for bed.
Entry, 02-14-04
That ego thing... yeah... I really musta been right
Its gotten to the point I rarely sleep at night
Quick to fight about whatever... even when I posted a pic
Quote:
Originally Posted by Random Fuck
You look like you’re on crack kid
^^^ I wonder why that is
I’ve eased the drug use, and tried to curb the abuse
Still its still hard to breath, like I’m hanging from a noose
Shit, I’m still tired, time to go to bed again
And fuck work... I’ll just text my girl to call in
Entry, 02-20-04
I can’t sleep!!! God damnit, I’m frantic
Mind racing... yet too calm to panic
Its everyone’s fault for this... I’m sick of this shit
So fucka wigger, nigger, spic, hick, and bitch
Gotta calm down man, thats how I ended up banned
But it seems my hourglass is running out of sand
The doctors said it would happen, I brushed it off as a rumor
But now... FUCK ARNOLD... this time... it was a tumor
And if diagnosed sooner... I’d have had more time... but see
I’d rather live my life based on quality over quantity...
So this is my goodbye now, and when these entries are uncovered
Read with an open mind...
...and tell my girl, Brandon, and Quo I love them....
