Too much Homestuck in this brain, bouncin off walls like D-Bowie on cocaine. The beat and the rhyme suffer from bad metre but with any luck you'll never read a repeater. Tell me couplets aren't real rap? Wait for the truth eater to show up at the end of your lane, bloodshot eyes and bulging veins. Twixt dripping nostrils dropping a mucus litre and foaming mouth chanting words arcane -
in your bed it'll take a crap.
katielopezzz:
That one time Leah and I saw vans from UC Davis covered in Star Wars stuff made out of scotch tape and I freaked out and didn’t know what to do with my life and I probably let my future husband get away so I just hugged my Yoda backpack.
This is the only good picture I have.
Courtesy me, minus the confused mellophone.
Source: katielopezzz
