#tyler buck

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Grace Fulton

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Rhyming Rants (more Cross Contamination)

Tyler Buck: I'm past the topic of elastic gossip. (Your) Drastic pop-ups (are) decaying spastic comments. You spit hatred that protrudes into stretched nonsensical mayhem that's always chaotic. I have no need for your greedy conversational piece among my peacefully orchestrated congress. (I'm intelligently saying stop it!) You've entered the 'drama free zone', so tone down your bitching, and enjoy sitting while still seeing out of your optics on this friendly mission inside your local neighborhood Gotham rental that was once an abandoned office along side a daycare center. Wordsmith Alchemist Roman: Starting beef. So, do not pardon me. Hardened G, but still write enheartened pleas. But that’s just a part of me. Unremarkably? No longer, you will start to see Starry seas. Aiming for Space X To become the Martian me. Marring beats. Why I tend to go a capella Carving feats. Because I’m a starving freak Know I need a million marching feet Barring seats. While hitting bars with heat. Hold up! Do what I need to, to become CZAR J.R.C. Infecting like SARS eats. Break your body While only taking shoddy shots at sub-par competes Gnarly speaks. Sometimes mine are hard for a mind To comprehend; but stoop down? Never barter B’s Aim for A pluses; and for those wondering and carding me Asking if I wandered the streets ever? I’m discarding fees. Disregard dues. Paid up already. Your charring, brief. Spit Hellfire to stop these pussies from sparking Pees Pissed off? Well, about to be pissed on. Parking seeds. To reap the fruits, I need to reap these retarded sheets. Stupid clever. Fire proof verses coming from my tongue Leaving foes well done; overzealous cannibal picking off parts at ease. Partner please, you will never be prepared enough or compare to me So, quit mean mugging and staring warily. Or end up scarred, capeesh?!?

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Forward Progression

For years now I have pushed tears out “You’re here how?” They ask As I push out feared clouds. I’m weird aloud Peer shouts, for those who feel down Untethered from my Pier of Doubts Not nearly stout. Thin as a string bean Lean and mean Wearing less than fresh pressed Green jeans Tearing seams without tears it seems No apologies for following my dreams Sick of screams, saying I will never be seen Let alone have my words heard in scene Scaled back sells? Nah, quit altogether. Realize this clever brain cannot escape trouble forever Whether the weather gets wetter or if seas run redder You will see me seize the day. Me quit. Hell no! Never! Stopped drinking almost 2 years ago Just recently quit hanging with Jane Needed change, that’s how I justified get by and being high Why lie? Tried that, and got nowhere Are there foes ready to fall. I hope so No fun if they run away scared Love challenge and testing my talons Sipping gallons of blood from those without talents Not an Allen. I’m Charlie, yep got that sheen Bright eyed and bushy tailed; flossing my words to a gleam Pristine lines… only in the sense of verses Lay enemies in hearses cause “I’m still winning” when in versus Childish emcees attempt to tempt me But nanosecond glimpse are all need to see they're empty M.T.V. may never like me. I find that likely. But not a fucker there can out write me Do not believe me, then come and fight me Put together an average 16 lined missile Be busted by my fully automatic pistol All Uzi, blood leaking, bodily fluids wreaking That’s what happen when you get gone But I am cold enough to keep you from smelling for the weekend Weak ends is what most use to get a head I use my head to butt, and yes I am a butthead What’s said by haters I let go in one ear and out the other Brother from different mothers, but Buck and I will climb out these gutters Yep nutters… but not spreadable butters Need more than plat ware to get passed us, fuckers!           ---Wordsmith Alchemist Roman---

May God drip piss in your gutter. My brainstorm's come off as a thunder. I'm the eighth world wonder.

I got weighed a quad short, so in this sort of blunder? I added a sift of baking soda.

Hoes call me Yoda. Weed calls me Dr. Greenthumb. Combine them together? It's poisonous pussy I'm fuckin', grown dick shrubs collide with her hedgerow that I'm politely scuffin'.

Put sexual meniscus on her biscuits/ have her flip then/ excrete my own emissions/ on her chin when/ she does the splits in/ assumed positions/ we've coordinated before our devious planned visits. #JustTyping #ButIts Like a #GunsTrigger When This #RhymeHits Tyler Buck More cross contamination to come.