What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Has anyone ever made you take off your shirt?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

What is your opinion about homosexuality? Do you think that it is by nature or a choice?

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

If atheists are so positive that there is no God, where is their proof that He does not exist?

What does life mean without death?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

I’m wondering about attachment and transference with the therapist and the idea of escape and fantasy? How much do you think your strong feelings, constant thoughts, desires to be with your therapist are a way to escape from your present life? I wonder if the transference serves another purpose than to show us our wounds and/or past experiences, but is a present coping strategy for managing what we don’t want to face (even if unconsciously) in the present—-current relationships, life circumstances, etc. Can anyone relate to this concept of escape in relation to their therapy relationship? How does this play out for you?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Why are so many Communist Chinese on Quora despite it being illegal for Chinese citizens to use Quora?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

Why do untreated borderlines always blame their partners when they actually think they are normal?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I seen it all in my short life

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

Is it painful for men to wear bras, panties, and tampons?

Mothership alien sorceress

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

Can I use ChatGPT to get chapter ideas? I’ll be writing it with my own words but I just get writer’s block when it comes to what to write?

The other one don't understand me,

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Do you like Melania Trump's new official 1st lady black & white power portrait?

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

What are the reasons behind Europeans preferring to visit third world countries over taking holidays in their own continent?

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Who designed our DNA structure?

Why are black women the largest unmarried group in the United States of America?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

As a guy, how do you know you if you are considered attractive?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

What was it like being spanked as a kid?

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

I'll see you when I get there,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

If it ain't

“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”

No smile is genuine or real,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Movin objects mentally

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Know your enemies

I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Gangbangers that spit slang

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

If it ain't

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

I never knew my life mattered”

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Three months later we run our own caper,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,