KyleMartin's Journal

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  • Archives for September 2011
  • Fuck Everything

    by KyleMartin on September 24, 2011
    My body is a temple, i don't give a fuck i'm atheist Tell your bitch stop complaining bout her achey tits Fuck everybody, I don't give a fuck anymore, fuck the drama I don't need to explain about my bitch mom, hey mama She's always fucking guys that I hate But, things are looking great For me at least but, for you things are looking rocky Now that Mr. Faggot is gone she can finally be happy But, wait who's that guy? Why the fucks he about to kisser? That day I found out she got back with her nigger
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  • Un-used verses and lyrics.....

    by KyleMartin on September 18, 2011
    I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Kmart has Fuckers But, even in my lowest times I still keep coming back with better rhymes And even in my highest points I spark up with em lighters and smoke them joints Flyer than them Conchord's How bout some hardcore? Senior to your softmore Forget about my disrespect, forget about my lies I've been through too much to break down and cry Bitch, imma motherfucking ghoul Notta martian, goblin or a fucking fool My only problem is death Fuck religion, i show no god respect Live without regret Your talking to a corpse without a head or a neck My ex told me to get him so i got em Ripped his fucking tonsils out, curb stomped the fucker then i shot him Some people think i hold grudges, is that a problem? I'd fuck everyone up if i didn't run outta condoms I don't smoke weed I do cocaine I guess that's why black girls wanna fuck me, just sayin' Damn this bitch must be... This wigga lucky... This black chicks getting ready to fuck me Bob Marley blaring Meth heads staring at a child prodigy A new J.B.? Emimen? Probably...
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  • Freestyle #5

    by KyleMartin on September 12, 2011
    I been through the ups Been through the downs Sharpened my flow Mastered my sound I was a loaded pistol, ain't nothin to play with On fire till i was extinguished You know you in When your friends want out friends get cocky tryin ta visualize my problems Really y'all should stop it Quit criticizing my topics They say i rap about weed so much you could predict my lines After a few hits from the bong I believe i can shine And this is fine No need to judge, i'm doin mine What's the use in speaking how I truly feel If your gonna have to turn around and take it back You taught me not to make my life an open book to everyone Cause it will fuck your shut up plus them bitches is touchy I'm guilty for rappin about lovin and not about thuggin I'm deeper then darker To me love is easier to talkabout I'm a beast when I'm deep in thought Before I'm demonstrating You talking loud like your menstruating I'm here, you talk soft like a girl in elimination Back off to the brothers Hats off to the others My triggers will lift you up They say I talk about my heart too much I'm about it, I can't go a verse without mentioning it
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  • Let's Pretend

    by KyleMartin on September 12, 2011
    Let's Pretend Kyle Martin never picked up a pen Let's pretend things would've been no different Pretend people never fell in love Pretend in the power of music couldn't get rid of Pretend pain we didn't want but we got cause the stress in relationship is too hard to handle play the game bicker and bitch Say whatcha need to say, get it off of your chest Tell me that you hate me but you love me When i'm not trying to offend you, i'm just being me Pretend we never were together and we just stayed friends And broken hearts immediately mend And i can see you in the halls without wanting to hide Pretend talking to you wasn't socially awkward and seeing your face didn't kill me inside Pretend Your momma wasn't dead and your dad didn't hate me And pretend you being with other guy didn't make me sick Pretend you weren't riding some other guys dick You won't amount to shit you use to be And my heart didn't get hit by a heartbreak D.D.T. It hurts to remember your not with me no more And other guys hook up with cuz "your a whore" But the more i think of you the more I need to get ya outta cranium Im gonna fix my heart and make it titanium So no matter what chick get in my way She can't break it, use me like child's play Now pretend I wasn't angry with this hate and shit And I didn't think about you any bit But all I can do is pretend...
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