Freebase Dali's Toxic Verbal Adventure (part 2)

Freebase Dali · 04-17-2010, 04:22 AM

Since a few of you wanks screwed up my first one, and I'm considerably drunk enough to forgive you for your insolence, here is version 2.
No, this is not a followup snipe invitation. I just sometimes get lyrical/creative writing ideas that stagnate on paper all by their lonesomes. Love it or hate it, just don't troll it.

Also... always read my lyrics to a hip hop beat. That's how they're written in my head. If you don't like my lyrics, I'm going to blame your hip hop beat first... so don't be surprised.

First order of business:

CTRL+Dismay

That phony blithe ghost-wife, host to a fading still-life
Null-strife performing better than surgery with a dull knife
Think your way out of a skull crisis
That seagull life is, that regal price is, morally supported vices minus a cost
Ink crossed with legal toss fostering evil(er) thoughts
On the brink of a lip-sync'd lie from high on the sole of the boss
Abstraction for the sole purpose of covering loss
The gloss minimum
Reality surfaced with pits and sin in 'em
So lay down lightly, hands to the front and try to fight me
Fuck a daily grind when you can live your life nightly
Write a letter to your senator, and this is what you say:
Control plus Control plus Control plus Dismay.

More to come, unfortunately.

04-17-2010, 04:22 AM	#1 (permalink)
Freebase Dali Partying on the inside Join Date: Mar 2009 Posts: 5,584	Freebase Dali's Toxic Verbal Adventure (part 2) Since a few of you wanks screwed up my first one, and I'm considerably drunk enough to forgive you for your insolence, here is version 2. No, this is not a followup snipe invitation. I just sometimes get lyrical/creative writing ideas that stagnate on paper all by their lonesomes. Love it or hate it, just don't troll it. Also... always read my lyrics to a hip hop beat. That's how they're written in my head. If you don't like my lyrics, I'm going to blame your hip hop beat first... so don't be surprised. First order of business: CTRL+Dismay That phony blithe ghost-wife, host to a fading still-life Null-strife performing better than surgery with a dull knife Think your way out of a skull crisis That seagull life is, that regal price is, morally supported vices minus a cost Ink crossed with legal toss fostering evil(er) thoughts On the brink of a lip-sync'd lie from high on the sole of the boss Abstraction for the sole purpose of covering loss The gloss minimum Reality surfaced with pits and sin in 'em So lay down lightly, hands to the front and try to fight me Fuck a daily grind when you can live your life nightly Write a letter to your senator, and this is what you say: Control plus Control plus Control plus Dismay. More to come, unfortunately. Last edited by Freebase Dali; 04-17-2010 at 05:40 AM.