Gutter Hero (4rm the Random, to the Ransom)

[Ice_Scarred]

I had some voices in my head, that told me to write this. This is a complete work of fiction, and the ideas in this is totally f*cked. The rap should've ended halfway, cause I ran out of ideas, but whatever. This is the result of putting an extra large condom on your head filled with cocaine, while heating your skin up in the microwave. Viewers descretion assvised.


The day I went in my backyard to bury a squirrel, was the same day I found out it was a little girl/
In this wicked world, we whirl and twirl until we sit and hurl/
Take a bunch of nasty narcotics, just to shit and unfurl/
Lick a chick’s tits with the intention of getting head/
Go rest in a bed, with a 44 and wait around to arrest the feds/
Pull the trigger when they come, and make sure their all fuckin’ dead/
When you get caught, tell em that you did it cause Simon said/
I’m getting tired of taking wired meds, with the intention of getting high in bed/
Its even worse having a drunk dad, who gets fucked in the ass when he’s depressed/
Or getting high off liquid X, in the back of a lac or in a prison chest/
Its hard breathing with no air, especially when your teething with no care/
Or hug your teddy bear when you scared to go there/
There to where? Weren’t you there? When James got jumped at the carnival fair with 2 ratchets screaming in despair throughout your fuckin ear?/
Or were you at home alone, getting boned by a donkey with a phone up his jones, singing dial tones cause he cant hang up when he’s calling from his dome?/
Its like wow, to see a man with sand down his pants running around with Christmas plants trying to sell fake implants to a fat lady selling stamps, chomping donuts with her hands, hangin with a masked man who does the Panda dance/
Or am I just freakin delusional?/
Even if I am, I’m just afraid of losing you/
To these horrid rhymes, that I’m built in and accustomed to/
You could come to love them to, we not just bafooning you/
You could catch me on the news, you can tell your uncle to/
Or maybe your mother or even father/
Either way, its getting harder to be a martyr/
Did I say that out loud? I didn’t mean it/
Give this track to Daddy please, so he can come and clean it, /
Than we can freeze it, munch a cheezit, snuff a fetus, get bulimic, become a parapalegic, go and read it, than throw up so we can feed it/
I’m getting tired now, from the borrowed sound that I stole and found/
From the lost and found, from pound to pound, just to go round and round , and getting lost in town/
I can’t help it, I’m just too loony toons, from these fat bafoons that make me rap with tunes, that get me rat platoons/
This rap is way overdue, so I’ll end it now/
With a fat slut and really slutty cow/


This rap should’ve stopped like halfway, cause I was running out of ideas, but I just started to act stupid, and I just lol’d the whole time. This is nothing serious, just a bunch of cartoony ideas that run through my head rapidly…..

[Slim Zaddy]

it's nice man , i did enjoyed reading it .. i dont see u here writing that much ,, but this is sick .. keep droppin .. but if could fix the structure it will look better and it will be easy to flow through it ..

[Ice_Scarred]

it's nice man , i did enjoyed reading it .. i dont see u here writing that much ,, but this is sick .. keep droppin .. but if could fix the structure it will look better and it will be easy to flow through it ..

Thanks dude. I'll work on structure aswell. Thanks bro.

[Slim Zaddy]

ya like this ,, now it's good