tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39770454219114362942023-11-15T05:39:31.891-08:00morningdipsMorningDipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188077386392579920noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977045421911436294.post-83611337700075754012010-09-22T15:28:00.000-07:002010-09-22T15:28:49.666-07:00it's all inside of mewhat a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile<br />
pain feel the void, when boy met girl<br />
he's a puppet to nature, one year later now<br />
so deeply and sickly in love, it makes him hate her<br />
the average romanticized american relationship, sinks capsize<br />
when either side becomes a slave to it<br />
conditioned, dependent, afraid to be alone<br />
he needs that feeling that he can't create all on his own<br />
he despises the fact she has a life outside of them<br />
it drives him crazy to think she's not insanly consumed with him<br />
give her the guilt trip<br />
and maybe she'll quit livin to stay behind these prison walls<br />
and lose all individualism<br />
well this is happiness, masochistic torture, plagued by the decadent, craved for affection<br />
the needle digs deep to push contenment through his blood stream, it drowned now - hollow<br />
the pothole of a junkie<br />
if he could only hear her sing he wouldn't wanna break her wings<br />
but emptiness has such a warm subtle sting<br />
she makes up for what he lacks - trapped <br />
he can't imagine life without someone like that<br />
<br />
what a beautiful world, emotionally destroyed<br />
her became plural, when girl met boy<br />
between several breakups and plenty relapses<br />
routine read comfort led to serious attachment<br />
now every once in a while she forgets to breathe<br />
terrified of losing him, paradise is misery<br />
too much faith in the lifesaving knight in shining armour<br />
now what knight's noticing - the scar she can't hide any longer<br />
but they were her story way before he was<br />
it's grouse hope to think that he would feel such deep cuts<br />
at first it felt so right but after one too many fights<br />
he turned out that hallway light and all the wonder turned to spite<br />
so they sleep in the same bed with guns to each other's heads<br />
dead the romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red<br />
suffering from post-honeymoon's disease, leeched to his whole existence<br />
to die if he decides to leave<br />
addicted to the way she feels when they spend time together<br />
detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever<br />
despite the fact they hold eachother heart-to-heart<br />
you can't be that close to somebody without being so far apart <br />
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eyedea & abilities - paradiseMorningDipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188077386392579920noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977045421911436294.post-72135993171441218902010-09-14T06:08:00.000-07:002010-09-14T06:08:00.380-07:00sitting round singing songs til the night turns into day<br />
used to sing on the mountains but the mountains washed away<br />
now I'm singing all my songs to the girl who won my heart<br />
she is only three years old and it's a real fine way to start<br />
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led zeppelin - the oceanMorningDipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188077386392579920noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977045421911436294.post-72182948106787582512010-09-13T06:00:00.000-07:002010-09-13T06:00:06.544-07:00nights in white satin, never reaching the end<br />
letters i've written, never meaning to send<br />
beauty i'd always missed with these eyes before<br />
just what the truth is, i can't say anymore<br />
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moody blues- night's in white satinMorningDipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188077386392579920noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977045421911436294.post-65188158878065246702010-09-12T05:33:00.001-07:002010-09-12T05:34:36.708-07:00felixfor the second night in a row im lighting the dro<br />
drinking grey goose with grape juice, igniting a stog<br />
watching dyke centerfolds make out on pay-per-view <br />
cuz i traded luda's girls gone wild latest too<br />
i started to pace the room just to change the mood<br />
and decided to take a cruise to a place i knew<br />
the spot of this pot chick i got hot with<br />
just a day or two ago when i sold her some thai stick<br />
she showed this fly pic of this girl shes getting with<br />
and said her bed is wet every night from them sexing it<br />
i played like i ain't sweating it, and asked to use the bathroom<br />
then unlocked the window, now my return is past due..<br />
<br />
light from the half moon reflecting in the rear view<br />
as i steer through a curve shifting down to gear 2<br />
im near her spot, parking over a block <br />
cuz i don't wanna get locked if i blow up my spot<br />
im smoking some pot; i brought the chronic and my panasonic<br />
i cant afford the digital i had to analog it<br />
i had to vomit before i climbed the tree<br />
to the open window, now finally i could see<br />
my plan is working i see there's candles burning<br />
behind plastic curtains and two bare clams for certain<br />
my hand is jerking both chicks got dope tits looking through the lens now<br />
im focused<br />
oh shit the other chick pulled out a rubber dick started sucking it <br />
now shorty i know getting fucked with it, im loving it<br />
then suddenly i saw my arm in front of me<br />
and almost knock a cup of tea from underneath<br />
but relief back to the ladies i peep<br />
until i hear the i85 bleep. <br />
<br />
*bleep*<br />
yo jay, where you at? logic got locked up.<br />
<br />
damn havoc why you always blowing my spot up<br />
im spying on two hot sluts getting they boxed munched<br />
don't worry about logic, he probably just got drunk<br />
now i hear those chicks screaming for police as i flee<br />
started climbing out the window to leap to the tree<br />
i caught onto a branch but it kinda cracked<br />
i fell, hurt my spine and back and heard<br />
put your hands behind your back<br />
<br />
the odd couple - tommy boy<br />
(jay love's verse)MorningDipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188077386392579920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977045421911436294.post-25068861153609085612010-09-08T01:41:00.000-07:002010-09-08T01:41:00.875-07:00oscari've been up til 3<br />
puffin trees, sippin on a mug or three of bubbly<br />
when suddenly the lights went on in #3<br />
right across and up the street its mrs. popular<br />
i heard that she got double d's, i'll peep them with binoculars<br />
even if the cops come in full force with entourage<br />
they'll never cum like i will when she pulls off her monstrous bra<br />
you cant stop a freak who wants to flog on his log with a soothing cock massage<br />
it hurts me and deeply disturbs me how perky the titties hidden inside of her shirt seem<br />
a perverts dream come true in the flesh<br />
who had a chest like a cartoonist drew in the breasts<br />
so as you would expect i had to get closer<br />
that's louis's rep to chase asses bent over<br />
i wrapped the trench coat up, crossed the street<br />
and made my climb up the ladder laced with vines to toss my meat<br />
but when i peeped in the window<br />
i never seen a chica as obese as the bimbo<br />
oh lord how i wish that she had been in clothes<br />
so i ain't have to see all of them creases and skin folds<br />
shit, i just about tossed my grits<br />
when the portly chick turned and screamed i lost my grip<br />
and with my luck, of course the pigs happened to drive up<br />
and forced my arms behind my back wrapped up in tight cuffs<br />
<br />
the odd couple - tommy boy<br />
(louis logic's verse)MorningDipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188077386392579920noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977045421911436294.post-23855991298751208112010-09-06T17:03:00.001-07:002010-09-06T17:03:13.454-07:00the sleaze..i'm pulling off your blouse<br />
start tongue kissin you and then I cough in your mouth<br />
walk in your house<br />
and slaughtered the mound of your daughter or spouse<br />
have them snorting an ounce<br />
til they are walking on the floor on all fours like a hounds<br />
walk in the fuckin ladies room and penetrate her womb<br />
while the hookers sprays her perfume, demonstrate a broom<br />
you hoes will choke, when you float my boat<br />
my cum will coat your throat like the milk from a goat<br />
put my notorious dick in-between your glorious tits<br />
wanna know a secret I'm suckin victoria's clit<br />
my tongue got you on some state of euphoria shit<br />
fuck you with my warriors fist, is who a bitch?<br />
and screamin like a horror flick<br />
when i put my dick where the bitch's manure sits<br />
i slide through like shit<br />
and all you fuckin wenches that love to french kiss<br />
you love the drenching stench of men's piss<br />
you find it adventurous<br />
takin like ten dicks right in your appendix<br />
what bout my jimi hendrix?<br />
it's my press kit, dead sick<br />
<br />
fuckin a chick with an asbestos covered breadstick<br />
<br />
necro - hoe blowMorningDipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188077386392579920noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977045421911436294.post-71634166696494288052010-09-06T14:29:00.000-07:002010-09-06T14:29:55.862-07:00taste me<br />
you will see<br />
more is all you need<br />
you're dedicated to<br />
how im killing you<br />
<br />
metallica - master of puppetsMorningDipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188077386392579920noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977045421911436294.post-20475374702360569602010-09-05T20:01:00.000-07:002010-09-06T14:33:48.785-07:00if you dont understand it, i cant explain itpoor me, i dig myself holes <br />
somebody marry me, i'm getting old <br />
somebody remind me why i continue to press on <br />
i need a flamingo to put on my front lawn <br />
i need a front lawn <br />
i need to stop feeling sorry for myself <br />
i need to stop repeating myself <br />
everything is fading slowly <br />
no longer selling out, i'm buying in <br />
redefining my grin <br />
making new medicine and now i'm sick of it all <br />
but i can't get enough <br />
hating females less <br />
accepting the fact i'm slowly dying <br />
and can't make any songs that glitter <br />
or be happy in roller skating rinks <br />
so fuck a revolution<br />
it's all about starcraft, palm-pilots<br />
and meaning what you say<br />
<br />
sole - i don't rap in bumper stickers <br />
(he's witty with 40-liners)MorningDipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188077386392579920noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977045421911436294.post-52553084317122116602010-08-30T14:09:00.001-07:002010-09-05T20:21:11.240-07:00morning dipswhen i first wake i administer the usual morning walk through death<br />
no sense in abusing your lungs with pepper I go straight for a high grade phencycladine with all the extras<br />
then i like to open the walls in the house and since it's never mine i start immediately<br />
i can destroy an entire upstairs six bedroom penthouse in under 15 minutes<br />
and after this one i'll be up to a thousand<br />
for a rush some jump from planes or fly them into builidngs<br />
i blackmail the wives of broadcast guys<br />
and every quarter moon it seems the situation asks for a bit of the old 'demolition'<br />
since none of you can see i won't waste your time with special effects<br />
for these are the hateful and shermed out adventures of a child that dared defy a conformist lifestyle...<br />
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cage - morning dipsMorningDipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188077386392579920noreply@blogger.com7