RB Emo Life- Knife Point and Soulful Marvin
KNIFE POINT
came to RB, actin' hard, callin people herbs
wanted to be like lay, spit, & that Feeble nerd..
Those were my idols, from LLL playoffs to the finals
*dreams*
.. one day I'll tell my grandkids how I won the title
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the day was cloudy, I felt gay and pouty
excited to see what feeble had to say about me
My heart was broken, he said I was horrible @ text
cryin, "will I ever be able to say that I rose to a vet?"
So I was turned down by textcess. Had to find a vet with some clout
on that day my focus shifted to getting respect from Bounce
Senseless vocab, astronomical comical photosomical outrageous flows man
I was on a roll, cut myself for havin no HoF noms I was so mad
Now I'm a champion emo, cuttin' while writin, fuck the ones that hate me
THANK YOU RB.. for SS, OM, and the herbz I can make fun of daily
NOW FOR MARVIN~~
i beleive in text, graphics and topicals, i think they're raw man
so i clicked www.rapbattles.com, that's the reason i got broadband
i signed up with a name, tryna find me some fame
dreaming that one day they'll invite me like Lay
used to love typing, always tried posting the funny shits
then take screenshots and brag to the whole of my buddy list
the the day came, i was actually battling people
but out of all the textcees, it sucks ass that it had to be feeble
so i entered the chatrooms in despair tryna find me a ghost
then i made sure it looked like me before i finally post
never knew it would come but, the evil bastards exposed me
i was so scared i might get banned by an admin like Opey
but i survived, kept battling thinkin "this hobby's my favorite"
forgot all about the convo that Celestial copied and pasted
now i'm, sitting here, my text dreams slaughtered and ripped
then i finally concludes i really just cant be bothered with this
~~~redemption is mine~~~
wounds of the devil, scars on the skin of my flesh
death to children of satan who kept rippin my text
metaphors inside my similes, i get a whoring quite consistently
heart torn inside it's killin me, i strike the force divine virginity
so i might just quit, now thinking "i can't fight this shit"
figured that since life's a bitch, i might as well just slice my wrist
knife through the skin fightin the pythons within
fuck dreams of a Camarac collab, i'll never be rhyming with him
as the blood ran down my wrist, felt no arouse, just stiff
surrounded, kissed by the cloud of bliss, jumping off a mountain cliff
~RB Emo'z '06 and forever
