Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Moody

Im not mad, i got glad and had a flashback,
mad gave top to sad and popped the ? in the glass,
tried to bag glad, and my past rocks to mosh back,
like any crack in the glass of what shatter will stop your life,
creatively a major league player on a beat,
repeated slayer of haters when laying disease on the base,
Heated when paying homage to ignorant asses,
but you see that im playing honest, grant and quit getting mad,
your bitch is asking for me to visit her in a hour,
she sleeps with you, but gets in the bath with me for a meteor shower,
leave her to flower,
see with you, she grew her hymen back,
while i get her hotter than a plot on the grass,
where you can find the diamond backs at,
thats arizona,
smashed so bad, she woke up in half of a coma,
had a mona moment when she grabbed my diploma,
actually its was my nads, so im glad it wasnt over,
she graduated to bat when i gave her a good review,
looking at the dude like ooh, woopty doo,
so, im the shit like a whoopie cushion liquidized,
picture the thighs of a diabetic getting criticized ,
If you didnt try to vision it, then forget it,
like fixaden, im feeling better by the second,
shit doesnt affect me, well, not directly,
unless a becky or a lesley says im sexy.

take a look at the camera and say cheese (x4)
Only thing that hold me down is my leather (x2)
Im the nerd thats cooler than fonzy (x2)
eyyy.

Look, now i got a call log of who are yall?
may god applaud yall, but all yall that call charles,
with your off the wall thoughts, and repeated wishes for someones demise,
is only heating me getting pissed at the sunrise,
thunder times, and pummels the mind of the umbrella list,
hung fellas get unroped when i come celibate,
meaning niggas cpuldnt fuck with me if i let them hit,
i mean the niggas im stuck with being a pleasant trip to stumble upon,
i dress like a bum, cause on songs i talk with a hundred bunnies and thongs, longing for money,
i keep strong, cause im hungry, and i only eat real bitches,
the dormer evolver, the dream of a clitoris,
Obscene, but who gives a shit? were all a-dults,
even thirteen year old freaks talking all retarded on maury,
they wana get pregnant? die from a bar of mine,
find your daughter crawling on the borderline,
the line before i slaughtered your poor mind,
for crossing the line between being fine, and eeesh!
now i can finally speak,
the lie detector test shows, that hoes get pet when i let go,
of respect and direct to x n o my testicles,
so i never let them go, down, so loud there mouths go up so proud with them flow,
profound, so now with all morals a side, time to get oral,
recite the line that brought you to the morgue.

take a look at the camera and say cheese (x4)
Only thing that hold me down is my leather (x2)
Im the nerd thats cooler than fonzy (x2)
eyyy.

more lyrics from:

Zoloft Woodstock

Check it, Yo,
Crack another smile when i crack another code,
Rapping like a viper but happens to like soul,
This is a brick in my pyramid delivery,
Bitch niggas, I refuse to show chivalry,
Now i got more rivalries, then siblings,
Give a little ring to my civil nipple ring lickers,
im a kicker like fink-el and Einhorn,
An animal but __i know you thinking its my porn,
Nah, i straight go ace ventura,
making sure im tasting the face of a nature-al girl i adore, what?
play secure if your dating a whore,
But face sure has a way of breaking doors down,
when your dating for,
the kid whos say is blazing the ladies raw,
is saying you amy, so be safe when you explore, great.
a P.S.A is stunting like im jackies daddy,
exactly, im happy, sunny days get at me.

Put your fears in your pocket get happy,
put your tears in your pocket get happy,
If im dragging you down get at me,
Ladies im grown man kidnap me,
Get happy (x8)

Never been in a better mood than right now,
I dont know why, but i let the vendetta off the groove just bite down,
on the head of the clueless white frown,
i make better music when emotions are upside down,
I rarely show emotion, speak no louder sample, no emotion,
hold me closer hoes, and pros in poetry ,
had a minaj with adjectives and god,
had to describe the feeling of no plastic when inside her spot,
though i write a lot, the spot was the tightest,
so my spot is somewhere next to your hinus and imus,
Whatever the line is, i drag my blanket behind it,
A fat enough ass, you pass the dutch,
i smack and guide it to my lap as i sit, happy as fuck,
happier since god would be happy to fuck,
is that blasphemous? in laughter we trust,
she knows my heart, i confuse passion with lust. what!?

Put your fears in your pocket get happy,
put your tears in your pocket get happy,
If im dragging you down get at me,
Ladies im grown man kidnap me,
Get happy (x8)

Turbulence in my flight, the nervousness has reached the height,
but the height of my superbness vision is bright,
so i permanently would like to say, that ive earned the right today,
to burn the sight of what may cause me to cry at night,
with that said, give me some herbal relaxed stuff,
word to that stuff, germs are to sad to act up,
reverse, perverse to catch up, pack the verse up,
when you catch, cause the turbulence is just flights that are in the sky at the same time as us,
that have past us, with established laughter telling us to keep our asses up,
that could suck if half of us was trapped in prozac dust, just tryna keep from cracking up,
But, which crack could have you passing up the action of cracking up at the touch of a blackened verse.

Put your fears in your pocket get happy,
put your tears in your pocket get happy,
If im dragging you down get at me,
Ladies im grown man kidnap me,
Get happy (x8)


More from Jason Blunden

Marilyn Monroe Or Hope Witsell

An actress with posazz and a fat lip,
from getting mad at the status of a bad chick,
who got casted, in a flick shes been asking to get,
since the passing of the script as she imagined,
unhappy she fastened her arm with the jumper cord,
and plunges forth, OD on life she dont want no more,
But not pumping raw up in her pores,
She wants to pour sweat, run to the set, fuck the corvet,
Of course the press n paparazzi was watching,
but she got stiff, now its time to get it popping,
Started taking box in to prepare for her last film,
But the crictics spazzed, said it was a bad film,
Her dad is filth rich, her mom dont feel shit,
so she sits still, the past tent of Jada pickets man,
Cash n depression is ever lasting in this section of america,
Lights, camera, action, Hysteria.

You are a movie star,
And the walk of fame is your every foot step,(x3)
Be my Marilyn Monroe (x8)

I knew this was going on cause she had me on speaker,
Nothing like an unhappy strong diva,
who is about to be madder when shes on the set,
hope she dont find out that its the blonde i sexed,
wrong guess is the premeditated reply,
we was separated baby, see, you ca- uh, i kept making you cry,
Now look, wait, we aint even there yet,
She wouldnt care either, shes a fair diva,
but shes madder than i ever took a gander at,
had to bottle up too, so i know she planning to black,
she said its not the role, its the principal,
i shit i know, but yo, you not invincible,
she said can it baby! this is revenge,
let me see this fucking director, this is the end!
and that bitch is gonna have a shit eating grin,
i know she be giving it to him, but damn im a ten.


You are a movie star,
And the walk of fame is your every foot step,(x3)
Be my Marilyn Monroe (x8)

I rode my bike to rodayo drive, tryna stay alive,
85 degrees in the shade, its major hot,
waving high to the fans to keep cool,
i been a people person since before pre school,
my girl text me..
said shes cool, but she was too smooth with it,
i gave her like two minutes, no reply,
then i got google notified, oh my.

lyrics provided by Jason Blunden

Three Pound Bullet

[Verse 1]
I can't wait till the rodeo stops
And the bullshit I face gets thrown, it don't stop
I show and go no motive loathin my foes
Strokin' the hoes that didn't notice when the dough was so low
Yeah I know I'm so hot, but I gotta chill
I gotta knot at the bottom of my heel
From running shit and I don't wanna heal, wanna feel pain
While I'm runnin' this here game
Give it to me everyone is real strange, to the person that strange, be real
I may be ill but my ways are amazing
Take a vacation I'm layin' with a babe that feels that
I need to be protected by the navy seals
Cause I'm so precious that I may be steal
Well i meant stolen but when the kid go in
I attack your eardrum, with a kimbo hit


[Chorus]
Loading up the son of a gun
There's a three pound bullet in the sky
Just accept my number as one...
So, please don't pull me from the skyyy


[Verse 2]
If it's all love, cool address any issues directly to me
It's a bless you, and tissue type a transaction, it's just what's right
You like the fan bad shit fuck your life, flame on
My fire melts water when it's not frozen
Not joking, friends say I should stop smoking
I tell them all lick there lips
I got a list of 6 people legitimately I give a shit about
Them niggas figured it out, you violate me, forget it nigga, you out
Smiling faces of those who are on violation
Misery says, finally some people will visit me
So as you sit there, happy as a pig and slop
I live a lot, piss is a rock and a river of scotch
The drinking water is tainted, and all of you taste it
And all of you hate it, but it's all of your favorite hah


[Chorus]
Loading up the son of a gun
There's a three pound bullet in the sky
Just accept my number as one...
So, please don't pull me from the skyyy


[Verse 3]
Have I polluted your mind with the music of my, beautiful
I do it too many times to myself, to not be felt by the numb brains
Some days I walk around my house getting dumb brain
Until my sheets got cum stains that blend
On the dress of a lady that came to win
Or came when she knew that the game would begin when I came
And I vent about the day that i spent this whole verse
Try to articulate, as smart as I made accept myself to be
I don't respect myself, you see
Cause respect can make his neck come check for me
I'm a check to it, no checks for me
I'm a grown ass man being treated like a f-ing she
Quarantined from this sex disease, it's called love
So fuck it, load my existence
I'm still here, goin' the distance

[Chorus]
Loading up the son of a gun
Charles Hamilton
There's a three pound bullet in the sky
Ayo
Just accept my number as one...
So, please don't pull me from the skyyy

Saturday, November 6, 2010

All Alone Pt. 2

[Talking]
Charles Hamilton, All Alone Part 2

[Verse 1]
Should of known i was being used
But love is transparent, whats the sense of seeing through?
Feels like i need abuse
Beauty views me as a needle-proof fiend
Addictive, Contagious, A drifter that lives in a maze
Lifted from haze, Picturing days when bitches wouldn't give me a hey
Flippin' the page, to sit with the days i visit to get some inspira-
I'm used to the tion(shun), 2nd nature
Heaven made it so i can't escape the sun
Log on, so i can get my blog on
My truth is lonely cause' i speak the Doggone
I'm a loner, followed by loners
People who get publicly abused then apologize


[Chorus]
Sometimes i feel like i am
All Alone, All Alone
Ain't got nobody i can
Call my own, Call my own
No matter where i go i
Call it home, Call it home
And if you feel the same then you ain't
All Alone...Cause' I'm right here


[Verse 2]
He was the Outkast, no friends
No window of escape from his zone-age
He gravitated to the music that i made
He was glad i made it, i befriended him
I don't see myself as a star, I'm the sun
I was scared to melt him from afar
But He was cool, our friendship made him popular in school
Not to be confused, he wrote down his favorite songs of mine
I guess to be strong in mind, his insecurity reflected mine
I respect him, why? The bond is real
Sometimes i think he's on my heels
But nah, he uses my songs to heal
Which makes me strong as steel
Why the F*CK would i need mainstream appeal?


[Chorus]
Sometimes i feel like i am
All Alone, All Alone
Ain't got nobody i can
Call my own, Call my own
No matter where i go i
Call it home, Call it home
And if you feel the same then you ain't
All Alone...Cause' I'm right here


[Verse 3]
The boy said she was too fat
She was too scared to eat in school, Whack
Her father is a lot of broken promises
And her mother's a subject that she don't bother with
Not a virgin, but not proud
After the nigga came, she was knocked down
So she visits my blog to see what i say
The parallels between her life and my day
Wish i could take all of my listeners to space
Where we can hawk loogies, and spit in niggas' faces
Then play with the biggest Sega Genesis
Forget the days we missed, decayed innocence
The game isn't as dope as it looks, its dope
Lookin' for more dopes to get hooked
Before you cross-over
I just hope that you look at the words that i wrote in this book


[Chorus]
Sometimes i feel like i am
All Alone, All Alone
Ain't got nobody i can
Call my own, Call my own
No matter where i go i
Call it home, Call it home
And if you feel the same then you ain't
All Alone...Cause' I'm right here


[Talking]
Somebody hit me on twitter one day and said
That, because all the shit that i been goin' through in public
That i ain't never gonna have no mainstream kinda...whatever
That's the biggest bullshit i've ever heard in my life
I don't know how many times I'm goin to say it
I don't be doin' this shit so i can pop bottles and pour it on models and shit
Even if i have 5 fans, and i save 5 lives
That's what's most important to me
You can't tell me these people don't exist
You can't tell me that, these are f*ckin' celebrities
Disguising themselves as, fans
Just so they can f*ck with my head
I know my music has saved lives
And i know i'm changing the world
You can kiss my ass if you think otherwise
Charles Hamilton, I'm done...Nigga
By the way i ain't never done
Keep on doin' this shit as long as i live