Drama Class.

Theres pressure on my chest like a bench press

I take stress and white that shit out like a dentist

I mix drinks like a chemist

smoke spliffs till’ I’m demented

till’ I’m baked like bread, and my body gets fermented

I write rhymes part time for recreation

full time, I wreck creations

My anger just arrived, it was on paid vacation

and I’m tired of letting shit slide like lubrication

but I wanna put all the drama to sleep like sedation

so I try to stay patient and keep secrets like free masons

but to many people get off to drama like masterbation

too many dudes bust a nut just to bring it up

girls get wet tryn’a clean it up, they all eat it up

you’d think by now that they’d have enough?

It’s bad that I, stopped talking to old friends like mimes

I think its time people stop acting sour like limes

thats the end of my time, you can call it my 2 pennies

stop the fucking drama- signed Malcolm Vendryes.

Armed With A Word

I’m equipped  with action worthy words like verbs

I do sit ups with my words so they get abs-urd

let me reassure you my precision is deadly

my punch lines are known to get uglier than Betty

ice cold like Yettie, sharp as a machete

I write to kill like weapons that are deadly

my vocabulary’s nuclear, sinister like lucifer

my brain contains more toxic content than Jupiter

although I may get more nutty than Reeses Pieces

my lines are known to stay as fresh as new releases

similes, fallacies, and onomatopoeias

I’m a rhyme general with more stripes than a zebra

my flow runs non-stop like shitting diarrhea

and if I ever run out of words I use the dictionary to re-up

I stock up, and break em’ down

chop em’ up and shave em down

then I rearrange the nouns for you simple minded clowns

after that I distribute to all cities and towns

and get the world hooked on the best product around

Things I’d Do To You.

First I’ll look into your eyes and hypnotize you like a preacher

put my arms around you and closer than millimeters

till our body’s reside side by side like two seaters

Then I’ll get under your skin like your tightest white t-shirt

and tung kiss you at a rate similar to a turtle race

then I’ll whisper words into your ear like we’re sitting in a moive

and I won’t stop ’till your hotter and wetter than a jacuzzi

then I’ll kiss and lick your neck like a popsicle treat

and touch your inner thigh like a bicycle seat

best believe it’s real, I’ll make you climax like action films

and won’t stop till you shout and moan in defeat

and your body goes limp like a motionless heap

I’ll rub your magic lamp till you come out like a genie

I’ll grant your every wish every time you see me

Sinister Thoughts.

Fuck sitting at this table

I’d rather take a ladle and drizzle hot oil on a baby in a cradle

I’d rather take a maillot and smash people like hatchet

sever you main veins, crack open your skull and make an omelet with your brain

Ill cook it sunny side up, take your intestines an rip em’ up

Cut off your head and watch you run rampant, then let your limbs bask in your own lactic acid

I’d rather take ball with metal spikes, and spike your balls while you sleep at night

I’ll start up a fight in a kidding tone, slice open your kidney stone

and watch you piss blood till you drown in your own suds

I’d rather spike your punch, let you drink till you get a buzz

and trick you into thinking my feces is chocolate fudge

after you eat my sludge, I’ll rub your skin with barbed wire

stretch you limb from limb like Dhalsim from street fighter

I’d rather stab you to death with a highlighter, remove your tung with a pair of pliers

and use it cause’ I ran out of paper in my type writer

I’d rather bathe you in butter and let you tan in the summer

watch your skin bubble and blister then force you into a game of naked twister

fist your anal sphincter, and suffocate you with mink fur

god please save me, someone go call the minister

the devils infiltrated my brain and turned me sinister.

=)

Maybe I haven’t had enough.

You gotta’ see this.

I’m Pillmatic

I think I’ve had enough.

Stop killing music.

Addicted.

I’m a mother fucking addict

new CD? I gotta have it.

I get mashed and stoned, one hit from my head phones

the dose of multi-tone it leaves my brain blown

my collection keeps growing

as long as the money keeps flowing

yeah I’m going to my dealer

Music World or HMV, yeah which ever place is nearer

when I enter I’m eager, so I hand them the loot

they give me what I want, can’t wait to go home and shoot

the auditory rush leaves me mesmerized and crushed

its not that I really want that CD, to get the CD’s a must

love, lust or a crush

you can call it what you want to

my tolerance is so high, the good shit is the only shit I respond to

you can call me a bass head

love it so much I can taste it

so plug me in right now and start the track so that I can get wasted

No PCP but I’m Taking the E.

Youthness.

Study hard to get that day job

If your lucky you’ll get laid off

forget having relations, fuck the he say she say

you’ll never amount to shit if you no habla engle

so pull them all nighters, stay away from smokes and lighters

fuck fly clothing textbooks is much tighter

forget having fun, matter-a-fact fuck all your desiers

nobody likes personality its wisdom they admire

never mind recreation just work to you retire

now your old and gray and can’t get freaky in the hay

now you lost your youth

your like a belt without a buckle

and you can’t reproduce like homosexual couples

now your 65 and your living the dream?

but you never toked that weed or dated Cathleen

you never partied hard or stole your parents car

and your realizing how disappointed you are

your parents are living proof, love life and live your youth

you live once y’all and thats the truth.