I like ittie bittie titties and big city ho's
Ice cold brews and blow for my nose
I like porno flicks and easy chicks
I like my Jack straight up without any mix
I like my music live in a dingy club
Hardcore hip-hop metal and dub
If you're looking for more that i ain't shown yet
I'm sorry baby that's as deep as i get
I don't philosophize I realize
I don't speculate I articulate
My wants and my needs are truly base
A safe place to crash a warm pussy on my face
A six pack of bud
Someone to pound my pud
I'm sippin' shlitz malt liquor
And baby here's the kicker
I'm done with the sun
'cause I'm a day tripper
I'm sly, fly
One hellofa guy
A little slice a heaven
Right before your eyes
Cherry pies and cokes
Milky thighs and tokes
Twenty minutes in my presence
And you'll overdose
Getting busy freestyle
Front row's going wild
I've got more to say
'cause I'm a Ritilin child
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Bennies Valium Micro-dots Speed - Julian Bronte Glenn
Bennies, Valiums, Microdots, Speed,
These are chemicals that I need.
Smoking Thai Stick, Hash Oil and Weed,
These are others that I need.
It's a capital crime to expand your mind,
Let your freak flag fly and you might do time.
Chop another line, leave your troubles behind
Let your thoughts unwind.
Now that's a real dope rhyme, yeah that's a real dope rhyme.
Percodan, Oxycocet, Lithium, Ludes.
Ritalin, Heroin, Goofballs and Blues.
Mushrooms, Mescaline, Peyote too.
Organic or synthetic they're all good for you.
It's a capital crime to expand your mind,
Let your freak flag fly and you might do time.
Chop another line, leave your troubles behind
Let your thoughts unwind.
Now that's a real dope rhyme, yeah that's a real dope rhyme
These are chemicals that I need.
Smoking Thai Stick, Hash Oil and Weed,
These are others that I need.
It's a capital crime to expand your mind,
Let your freak flag fly and you might do time.
Chop another line, leave your troubles behind
Let your thoughts unwind.
Now that's a real dope rhyme, yeah that's a real dope rhyme.
Percodan, Oxycocet, Lithium, Ludes.
Ritalin, Heroin, Goofballs and Blues.
Mushrooms, Mescaline, Peyote too.
Organic or synthetic they're all good for you.
It's a capital crime to expand your mind,
Let your freak flag fly and you might do time.
Chop another line, leave your troubles behind
Let your thoughts unwind.
Now that's a real dope rhyme, yeah that's a real dope rhyme
War Crimes - Julian Bronte Glenn
He was only nineteen years of age,
Much too young to be consumed with this rage,
For a man he's never known.
Dropped in a foreign field,
And taught to kill and steal,
Now he's just another war pig clone.
Though the masses they protest,
Uncle Sam says it's for the best,
So he trades in his jeans, for army greens.
War crimes,
We're killing each other over nickles and dimes.
War crimes,
Raise the flag and ring deaths times.
When will we realize,
They're filling our heads with lies.
There ain't no good guys,
There's only bad guys,
You can't compromise.
When they ask you to join the ranks,
Ya gotta stand up and say no thanks,
Save a human life,
Whoa oh oh.
The tears stained the page of the letter she read,
We regret to inform you the letter said,
But Johnny, is missing in action.
They'd never see her crying,
Those who glorified Johnny's dying,
She pulled the trigger, it was a chain reaction.
War crimes,
We're killing each other over nickles and dimes.
War crimes,
Raise the flag and ring deaths times.
When will we realize,
They're filling our heads with lies.
There ain't no good guys,
There's only bad guys,
You can't compromise.
When they ask you to join the ranks,
Ya gotta stand up and say no thanks,
Save a human life,
Whoa oh oh.
Much too young to be consumed with this rage,
For a man he's never known.
Dropped in a foreign field,
And taught to kill and steal,
Now he's just another war pig clone.
Though the masses they protest,
Uncle Sam says it's for the best,
So he trades in his jeans, for army greens.
War crimes,
We're killing each other over nickles and dimes.
War crimes,
Raise the flag and ring deaths times.
When will we realize,
They're filling our heads with lies.
There ain't no good guys,
There's only bad guys,
You can't compromise.
When they ask you to join the ranks,
Ya gotta stand up and say no thanks,
Save a human life,
Whoa oh oh.
The tears stained the page of the letter she read,
We regret to inform you the letter said,
But Johnny, is missing in action.
They'd never see her crying,
Those who glorified Johnny's dying,
She pulled the trigger, it was a chain reaction.
War crimes,
We're killing each other over nickles and dimes.
War crimes,
Raise the flag and ring deaths times.
When will we realize,
They're filling our heads with lies.
There ain't no good guys,
There's only bad guys,
You can't compromise.
When they ask you to join the ranks,
Ya gotta stand up and say no thanks,
Save a human life,
Whoa oh oh.
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Brontë Glenn,
CyberChrist,
Guitar,
Julian Glenn,
Warcrimes
Location:
Parkdale, Toronto, ON, Canada
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