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Well it turns out they they do have a genre for song lyrics hehe...Anyway here is a series of rap lyrics that talk about the decline of imagination, creativity, quality, and individuality in this generation's entertainment and art, and well personality in general. This is obviously targeted at the younger generation of teens and young adults, since that is where the problem is. Please, take no offense to these songs, (although most of the people I'm talking about could not pick up the metaphors to be offended =P). Please enjoy!

(Note: I don't know if you can see the rating, but these lyrics are a little edgy. And please remember the style these are written in is RAP. I chose rap for artisitc reasons.)

(Note: I have only revised a few of these pieces. I feel that they each are lacking something. I hope you all can help me find out what :D)

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PhD

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Concentration 49
Let’s Shout
Loveless
Rally Guns And Parade Cars
Fuck, Part 1
Fuck, Part 2
I’m The Shooter Now
The Grungy Bitch
Pisspoor Miley
Phoenix Rising
PhD
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Concentration 49

*Little girls playing*
Concentration,
*claps*
Forty Nine
*claps*
Even harder,
*claps*
Than last time,
*claps*
I go first,
*claps*
And you go last,
*claps*
No repeats,
*claps*
Or hesitations,
*claps*
Category is
*claps*
*Little girls stop, normal voice begins*
People,

People taint me,
People paint me,
People saint me,
But I like how,
They don’t thank me,

People crawl into the claw,
Waiting to depart the fall,
Eating meat that’s raw,
Is what I like to do,
When I’m away from you,

People hate me,
People bite me,
People loathe me,
People slap me,
People seem to not like me,
Like I like me,

Canvas made of daisies,
Love made of palsies,
Fuck it all,
These people in my bloody hall,
Sincere,
And living in my dreams,
Breaking all my fair rules,
And bears,
Slashing at the spinal drought,
This desert looks quite very out,
Of it,

People taint me,
People paint me,
People saint me,
But I like how,
They don’t thank me,
People hate me,
People bite me,
People loathe me,
People slap me,
People seem to not like me,
Like I like me,

Too many people looking for the steeple,
A ledge to jump from,
Letting God work his days,
Catching all his fays,
Because they got too cocky,
Too smoggy,
Too folly,
With all these kiddies,
Crayons on skin, like bloody letters,
Drawing pictures of things they saw on T.V,

Corrosive,
Slime,
Fetid,
Grime,
Acidic,
Sarcastic,
Plastic,
Acerbic,
Mordant,
And cynical,
Not poetic?

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Let’s Shout

Let’s shout,
Let’s shout,
Let’s shout,
Let’s shout, Let’s shout,
Let’s shout, Let’s shout,

Down and out,
The bum’s route,
In and out,
That crazy pout,
Coming from all the brats,
Picking fights at the rats,

Let’s shout, Let’s shout,
Let’s shout, Let’s shout,

Bark at the silly dogs,
The fucking fogs,
All these jogs,
Ain’t making me so healthy,

Let’s shout, Let’s shout,

Let’s shout, Let’s shout,

A glaze of rain is pasted
Over me, in vain I say,
Let’s all shout,
For this storm to wane,
Let’s all shout,
Until the fame finally hears us,
Let’s all shout,
Because we dread the unknown,
Where are the explorers of our now,
Let’s shout for them to find their,
Way home,

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Loveless

Loveless, loveless, loveless,

Got the apricots in a basket,
In my pocket
Looking for something sweet,
Got the apricots in a basket,
In my pocket
Don’t lock it, up,
Don’t fuck it,
It may provide some use,
In the future, son,
The future,

Loneliness is happiness,
In my opinion why be low,
When all of the shit,
Is for show,
Why be low,
When yo partner lacks,
The credibility,
To row,

Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,

Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,

Don’t give me that cherry shit,
Bout partnership,
Loving all the way to the top,
Get some real mop,
To wipe up all this bull, son,
This fucking crap you been pulling,
Bullying some little dweeb,
Cause his glasses don’t fit right,
You want to fight, him,
Why,
Tonight,

Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,

Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,

Nobody understands me,
With eyes that cannot see,
The reason I am so obscure,
Opaque to ensure,
My love is nothing,
But pure,

I like to talk a lot,
No shit Sherlock,
Cause down the block,
Is a kitty cat with all that shit,
Stuck up in the fucking tree,
Can’t help you, Can’t help you,
If I only knew,
The number for my will,
It says,
I leave all my possessions,
To a fucking smell,

Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,

Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,

When I fall asleep
To dream about
Love I see
No sudden pause
In the diction
Of this motherfuckin fiction,
Lies you been telling,
Thinking they were real,
Come back to reality,
We all miss you,

Loveless, loveless, loveless,

Where are my presents,
Christmas time,
Beating drums,
Pull the chimes,
Let the wind work,
Grab a fork,
This meal is getting cold,
Where are my presents Santa Clause,
Cause Ol’ Saint Nick ain’t got no dick,
Boys no sucking this time,
Everyone get under the tree,
Before I whip,
You all to insanity,
Where are my gifts, to open,
Santa Clause,
Cause I’m hungry,
But there is no freedom,
In this clause, cause I don’t need em,
Nobody needs to lend me,
A shoulder to cry on,
Cause I got no tears to wean,
You call those breasts,
Honey give it a rest,
This fucking bullshit,
You been plucking,
Out of my hair for centuries,
Ain’t funny no more,
Do you see me laughing,
Fucking, smoking,
All that weed you sinking,
Into raspberry hills,
And grassy knolls,
I see the salvager in the distance,
Waving coarsely, harshly, difficult,
Man, I see the hand,
Man, I understand,
This love better pay,
The fucking rent,
Before I slay,
You’re gonna get fucking bent,
On this machine, where I must pay,
Yet again a toll, to find my role,
In society,
Or a love, so I can feel,
So fulfilled, so homely,
Fuck it, I don’t need,
No computer telling me what I was meant,
To be,
Who I was meant,
To see,

Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,
Cause I’m loveless,

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Rally Guns And Parade Cars

Rally guns and parade cars,
And all that jazz, and shitting,
Down the folks’ street,
Tearing at that wholesome beat,
Looking for some mega feat,
That never came to dinner,
Cause he missed his fucking train,
Has the whole plate gone insane,
Tectonically arranged,
We are drifting into beige,
Rally guns and parade cars,
And all that fucking jazz,
Ain’t nothing to arouse,
My senseless bickering,
Of your inane snickering,

Rally guns and parade cars,
And all that jazz, and shitting,
Down the folks’ street,
Tearing at that wholesome beat,
Looking for some mega feat,
To impress,
The empress,
So we can all get our chests,
Faded with a crystal hue,
This moldy fluke,
Is holding a candle,
To my sudden rebuke,
And I refuse,
To be told how to handle,
My trigger crazy baby,
Cause my brain is functioning quite properly,
You see,
I can write a puzzle and solve all the fumbles,
Of the opposing team,

Rally guns and parade cars,
With floats of angelic,
Attunement,
To the sudden,
Sundering of,
My engagement,
To God’s beckoning,
He asks me kindly,
For a reckoning, of sorts,
To his hated kin,
His creations,
With sulky brows,
Endow only failure to his potentially,
Vigorous hopelessness,

Prestigious adorned steel players,
Shitting down the murky streets,
With pompous steam and rebellious
Waste, a sudden distaste,
In all things freedom and creative,
The ornamented aliens,
Throw out to the crowds of puppets,
Happy marionettes they are,
With all their sparkling guns,
Even the children, deserve a free gift,
From the enterprise,
Handing out all those guns for people,
To defend what they have already lost,
Fucking fools and naïve tools,
Swindled by the storm that now
Dissolves into the grey sky,
Leaving behind a trail of tears to remind,
The poor, poor puppets their strings are now tied,
To each other, so get along,
It won’t be long, until the parade cars return,
To give us our rally guns and where,
Sobriety belongs,

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Fuck: Part 1

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
Fuck now,
No shit,
This is bit,
All my stuff,
Is repossessed,
Ah fuck,
I didn’t pay the rent,
Oh suck,
My greasy dick,
All over the pavement,
Forgot my payment,
Take a break, Slick,
You look a little sick,
Tired of that stick,
Yo wife been playing with,
Ah fuck,
No, this ain’t,
Happening to me,
Ah fuck,
God, why you,
Happening to me,
Ah fuck,
These shoes are breaking open,
Holes in my soles,
Laces clinging like,
Braces sleeping,
Chattering in my sleep,
About some secret motif,
Deep,
I wish I happened that way,
But as for now,
I put my faith,
In dreams,
Where I won the lottery,
With golden pottery,
What to spend my cash on,
What to spend my cash on,
What to spend my cash on,
What to spend my cash on,

Fuck, all this shit,
Lately I feel like I been,
Spitting,
In all the wrong directions,
Picking,
All the wrong categories,
This erection, ain’t killing me,
Nobody to spend it on,
What’s the point, yo,
The fucking joke,
I don’t get it, bro,
Throw me a line,
I be drowning some,
No one seems to notice,
Another man overboard,
All they did was piss,
And build some fancy miss,
A railing to keep everybody on,
The fucking boat,
Fuck,
People should learn,
Not to fall off instead,

Hey sport,
You did a half ass job,
Son, where did all that spunk go,
Into that fucking computer, you sit,
All the time,
Back in my day that shit,
Was not there,
We spent some real time,
Working for a few dimes,
Skipping stones at a river down the block,
Hey boy, when was the last time,
Fuck,
You saw a river, jock,

Hey sport,
You did a pisspoor job,
You fucking looking for a degree in snob,
Hey son, back in my day,
Shit was clear, and everything was not,
So smeared,
Oh fuck,
I did not hear,
You had a question,
Well speak up son, the fucking sun,
Ain’t gonna wait forever,
Forever
For ever you should ask,
I remember,
When my folks,
Took me to the pictures,
I saw love on the screen,
But nowadays you got it hard, man,
All I see is shit, dad,
On that blackened screen, I wish a little less,
Contrast would make the whole,
Thing blank,
Fuck,
Fuck,
Fuck,

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
Fuck now,
No shit,
This is bit,
All my stuff,
Is repossessed,
Ah fuck,
I didn’t pay the rent,
Oh suck,
My greasy dick,
All over the pavement,
Forgot my payment,
Don’t be so fickle,
Its considered rude,
To all society,
They think change is old fashioned,
That’s the way of a gilded age,
Blinded imbeciles,
Bided to their own bogus beliefs,
Suckers,
Ah fuck,
Fuckers,
You suck!

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Fuck: Part 2

Feverish prism,
Has got me fizzing,
Bubbling broil,
Perfect for me,
Tender meat,
The fuck you staring at,
I don’t mean it,
That perfume smells clean,
Is it made outta tears,
From the working girl,
Thinking she was tough and rough,
And hugging all the wrong guys,
Now she’s peeling off the scabs,
Of last night’s melt,
Brawling with rolling,
Stoned is a loser’s game,
Fuck this,
I don’t need no appreciation,
From this shitty nation,
But then again comparison,
Is not heresy,
Its love, no dove,
Not you, fuck off,
I got some new sneakers now,
Some space lift, gravity defying shit,
Look spiffy, with my new stiffy,
Call the doctor, I’m feeling quite shifty,
Fuck, the room is stopping,
It ain’t spinning no more,
It ain’t spinning no more,
The dizziness is penniless,
Unless the spirals can work a booth,
Smooth, suave, and chill,
Fuck is just a word,
Get over it,

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I’m The Shooter Now

Tranquility,
Serendipity,
The place I seek is,
Sympathy,
Calming down,
Let the steam roll out,
Let’s not shout,
That’s, what got us here,
Now let’s perk up,
Attentively poking,
At some dutiful king,
Now he is sitting,
In the back of a Burger,
Let’s sing,

You think its done,
You think its done,
You think that life is over,
You think its gone,
You think its gone,
You think strife is painless,


Cause I’m the shooter now,
Put the gun in my hand
Stand back ten feet,
Or I’ll blast you man,
Cause I’m the shooter now,
Put the gun in my hand
Stand back ten feet,
Or I’ll blast you man,
All those years I always worried,
About counting the sheep until,
She came along,
And I could tell her straight,
To her flirty face,
Hey girl, I ain’t falling for that,
Got to slap my back,
Cut the slack,
Facts,
I don’t need em,
Its plain to see,
The world don’t need,
Another hypocrite,
Or politician,
Or dictator,
Pushing all the animals off,
Into the ocean,
They don’t need,
Another liberal,
Conservative,
Or terrorist,
All they need is people,
With a heart,
Who play smartly,
And can pull the pieces back together,
With clay and brick and stone and sand,
Hopefully they won’t leave us to die,

Cause I’m the shooter now,
Killing everyone,
Laughing at the blood curdles,
Thinking bout my burning strudels,
Better get home, son,
Before you start a fire,
Put it out,
Hit the liar,
He is killing all of us,
You’re the shooter now,
Take him out with a blaster,
Let the bullets ring,
Through the concrete glass,
Put cracks in his face,
Put eyes in his ass,
Permit him a phone call,
I’ll call you back, stack,
With a listing of glistening,
Kiddies, all lining up for the lemonade,
Life gave me shit,
So what do I do,
I make it fit,
Cause I’m the shooter now,
I’m like what you see,
On late night T.V,
I quiver at screams,
And yet,
I bet,
We will all be shooters,
Rally the guns,
Ready the bonfire,
Its gonna rain,
Put a tarp of snow,
Over all of the no shows,
They don’t deserve the warmth,

You think its done,
You think its done,
You think that life is over,
You think its gone,
You think its gone,
You think strife is painless,

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The Grungy Bitch

Down in the sewers,
Something is always lurking,
Jerking,
Spewing out gusts of violent,
Backlash,
Retaliate,
To the fucking feds,
As they attempt another manhunt,
This time looking for me,
But they don’t see,
The sewer’s winding path,
Its ups,
And downs,
Its grimy ol’ fuck,
Slimy ol’ shit,
Cave paintings like a prank,
Echoing noises like a spank,
I twist and traverse,
Some tangling,
Warren,
Scary shadows play,
For free at the cinema,
Rabbits hacking carrots,
With yellow fangs,
Flesh all over the carpet,
Clean it up,
Very often,
Rabbits come,
The grungy bitch, she,
Stir fries them up,
Crispy and oily,
Meat off the bone,
Fries and a shake,
Pull the hoax around,
I hope, I pray,
I don’t run into her someday,

I swear majesty,
I didn’t touch her,
She’s lying,
The skank,
The bitch,
Is not crying,
Even though,
She blames me,
For touching her, smugly,
Can’t you see?
Can’t you see?
The culprit is here,
Under her veil,
I should shank her,
Gangbangers love her,
This court is crooked,
A lopsided scale,
I ain’t going nowhere,
Not for her, especially,
Not to jail,

The grimy bitch rubbing grubby fingers,
Alas, across my glass,
Staining my prestigious view,
Blotted out, I now remain,
In pain,
Of not knowing,
She laughs at jokes,
Nobody else makes,
Because she,
Has a sense to flake,
And fuck,
Around,
I feel indifferent about it all,
Except now I recall,
Nothing,
The grimy bitch, you,
Are my majesty,
The grimy bitch, you,
Sink teeth in road kill,
The grimy bitch, you,
Provide such travesty,
The grimy bitch, you,
Are my majesty,
The grimy bitch, you,
Sink teeth in road kill,
The grimy bitch, you,
Provide such travesty,
The grimy bitch, you,
Are my majesty,
The grimy bitch, you,
Sink teeth in road kill,
The grimy bitch, you,
Provide such travesty,

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Pisspoor Miley

Pisspoor Miley,
Why don’t you smiley,
One, two, three
Pisspoor Miley,
Quite the wily,
Weasel, rodent, student,
In the ways of musical ethnicity,
Pisspoor Miley,
Vile and slimy,
Telling all the kids your heartbreak,
But, uh, I shouldn’t be blaming you,
Unfortunately, the little fuckers actually,
Care,
Stare,
Glare at me when I interrupt,
People taint them,
People paint them,
People saint themselves for them,
But I like,
How they don’t stem,
Disappointment,
And travesty,

Pisspoor Miley,
Why don’t you smiley,
One, two, three
Pisspoor Miley,
Quite the wily,
Weasel, rodent, student,
In the ways of musical ethnicity,
Pisspoor Miley,
Vile and slimy,
Telling all the kids your heartbreak,
But, uh, I shouldn’t be blaming you,
Unfortunately, the little fuckers actually,
Care,
Stare,
Glare at me when I interrupt,
People taint them,
People paint them,
People saint themselves for them,
But I like,
How they don’t stem,
Disappointment,
And travesty,

Pissing poorly, Miley,
Missing all the cambers,
Edge looks comfy,
Smoke filled chambers,
I sit and do my weed,
Not really, but everyone says that,
Right,
Its trendy,
Miley,
You’d know all about that blight,
My plight, is not seen in night,
My grimness gritless in sight,
Crack a scalper at my head’s thin crust,
Intrusive blood,
On obtuse media hoaxes,
Some movie won the Oscar,
Some actor got a scar,
From a misspelled stunt coordination,
Britney is gone; elderly news,
But everyone still knows the Beatles,

Pisspoor Miley,
Why don’t you smiley,
You got millions of dollars,
All wrapped up in shit burritos,
Sweating Chongs made for you,
In some dusty, refurnished shop,
Maybe if I went along with the flow,
Instead of fighting the fucking current,
After all anger is mundane,
Pain is tedious,
Lectures monotonous,
Brainwashing is a sci-fi term,
But prevalent nonetheless,
And, umm, relevant,
To this conversation,

Pisspoor Miley,
Why don’t you smiley,
One, two, three
Pisspoor Miley,
Quite the wily,
Weasel, rodent, student,
In the ways of musical ethnicity,
Pisspoor Miley,
Vile and slimy,
Telling all the kids your heartbreak,
But, uh, I shouldn’t be blaming you,
Unfortunately, the little fuckers actually,
Care,
Stare,
Glare at me when I interrupt,
People taint them,
People paint them,
People saint themselves for them,
But I like,
How they don’t stem,
Disappointment,
And travesty,

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Phoenix Rising

All of my pawns have fled,
Pull the goddamn sled,
Rudolph straps the bloody,
Reigns on his scrawny shoulders,
To draw us from the crowd,
Fucking bullshitting me,
All of the pawns swell,
Up,
Don’t look so,
Innocent,
You paid your bills,
And washed your sins,
But don’t think this gun,
Ain’t pointed at you,
Motherfucking industries telling me what to buy,
Fascism is a fucking lie,
So is communism in all,
Retrospect,
But take a fucking step back,
And beseech God,
For one last chance,
What do you get,
A statue telling you what to do,
Bullshit,

Sure any soul can plainly,
Perceive that government is wrong,
That all antiquity is,
Ruined defecation,
Of a generation,
Now gone,

(Well, maybe change is a little, overrated. I mean, maybe deep down inside I appreciate the jaded
Qualities of now. Maybe Godfather isn’t the best movie ever, after all it is too old. Maybe The Beatles can take a shit on my porch for all I care; it is not gold. Yeah, maybe I should stop trying to make my fellow man realize art is art. Let’s all just relax; life is too short.)
*rapping disperses*

Phoenix rising,
To the top of the sky,
Phoenix rising,
Go, go, fly,
Phoenix rising,
Inflammatory lies,
Phoenix rising,
Burn them up guys,

Phoenix rising,
With infernal wings,
Phoenix rising,
Raptors sing,
Phoenix rising,
Relax the amount of flames,
Somebody’s gonna get hurt,

Phoenix rising,
Contemplate the swirls of the sky,
Phoenix rising,
Departing to surely fly,
Phoenix rising,
Raptors with bow ties and scaly tongues,
Phoenix rising,
Reduce the amount of subtle lies and humorless doubt,

Phoenix rising,
Sorry about the insensitivity,
I should have respected your,
Disposition,
Let me cause no,
Imposition,
But if you don’t mind,
Edward, I think your grand,
This is our time, let’s prosper,

Phoenix rising,
Contemplate the swirls of the sky,
Phoenix rising,
Departing to surely fly,
Phoenix rising,
Raptors with bow ties and scaly tongues,
Phoenix rising,
Reduce the amount of subtle lies and humorless doubt,
*rapping continues*


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PhD

I got a PhD for everything,
Son,
I got a PhD for everything,

Well the whole time we spent at the cinema,
Was quite the jolly construction,
Of well affirmed free time,
We caught a flick about some chick,
Solving salacious crimes,
We agreed it was slow but entertaining,
And I guess my friends thought it’d be funny,
If they threw a barrel of popcorn,
At the people in front of us,
And while at first something sizzled,
I think it was just the hot butter,
Because everyone in the theater had a good long,
Laugh, about it,

I got a PhD for laughing,
Son,
I got a PhD for laughing,

Well the city bus is new,
And so is the silver railing too,
Repeating phrases, I’m just nervous,
About meeting you,
At the park, amusement is strung,
In ballads of tweeting birds, hung,
Like the dickens himself,
Children, cover your holes,

I got a PhD for loving,
Son,
I got a PhD for loving,

Well now I dismissed my crudely crafted,
Fantasies of old, misused toilet paper,
Something with elasticity is causing my,
Shifting to be quite abnormal,
Hahaha, I gotta work harder,
Well now I abandoned the reality of modification,
Because technically, we’re already smart,
I look back at my immaturity of revolutionary,
Days,
I hysterically take pride, in humiliating that person,
And now I spend the remainder of my ways,
Sleeping in my condo bed, mmm, how snug,
Because technically we’re smart,
(Mechanically we’re not)

I got a PhD for sleeping,
Son,
I got a PhD for sleeping,
Son,
(But I ain’t got one for dreaming)

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Hope you enjoyed it! Please, leave comments and feedback!
(And try to learn something from this =P)


Submitted: August 12, 2009

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TaylorShaeee

I automatically admire you completely as a writer, with all respect, for writing a composistion, especially being music, to be that long. I'm sorry I can't read all of it, I hate when people do this to me, but I just wanted to say this is respectable to any writer.

Thu, August 13th, 2009 5:44am

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Wow, thanks so much :)It is ok if you can't read all of it, the comment is much appreciated.

Thu, August 13th, 2009 8:03am

Erynn Louviaite

Yeah I don't understand any of your stuff, and I can't stand to read anymore. You come across as very arrogant and your subject matters are questionable.

More so, your summary is very misleading. You pretend to be concerned with our generation's taste in entertainment and art, but please don't try to tell me this is imaginative, creative, or quality work. This is trash just like the stuff your summary condemns.

Oh and if you're going to rap about Miley Cyrus (which is lame to begin with) you should proably consider rhyming "Miley" with something better than "smiley."

Thu, August 27th, 2009 8:05pm

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Sorry you don't understand my stuff, and I'm sorry I am an arrogant writer who writes questionable topics. I guess my work just doesn't mix well with you. I am concerned with our generation's taste in entertainment and art. This is purposely done in rap because in my eyes rap is a negative impact on music. It is supposed to sound trashy, contrived, and cliche at points in order to fully reinforce the fact that even he who condemns the evil commits the evil, presenting sort of a hopeless and alerting situation. I did not rap specifically about Miley Cyrus. Miley is a real name, mind you. It is merely a symbol of ALL of this generation's bands/movies/books etc. etc. And yeah, obviously Miley is a reference to Miley Cyrus, but not entirely is all. And what is so lame about, even if you brought up something more "mature" like 311 or any other of those horrid bands/artists, they would all look the same as Miley Cyrus.

And I'm sorry smiley doesn't work for you, because after awhile people do get bored of using big words. That's all I can say about this piece really. It is supposed to sound stupid at some points. If you don't want to read anymore of my work, fine. Don't. I don't really care. All I'm saying is certain aspects you "criticized" were intentional, just to let you know that facet. Nonetheless, thank you for the comment :)

Sat, August 29th, 2009 9:11pm

JKPCaliboi

this is so m=lame dude, i agree wit the first comment, i wasted like 3 minutes of my life just reading this time waster

Mon, December 21st, 2009 5:40pm

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Thanks :)

Tue, January 5th, 2010 9:33pm

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