Mastabeta - The Loner

It should be noted that I do not utilize any sites such as Myspace or Facebook. If there is someone named Mastabeta that does not tie themselves to the Uncle Scam Clique, it is not me, but you should respect that person too.

The Loner: By Mastabeta.


I don't like anything, I don't like nothing, I'm not even a friendly thing and I'm not even fronting, once a while back I was the life of the party, but I been dragged through the mud and the blood and the bodies, no more can I gaze into the moon and wait patiently for love to return soon, so I retreated lazily, easily one of the most interesting people out lately, this present evil represents itself gracefully, first of all I'm too old for the liars, secondly I'm presently prone to starting fires, cross the streams and try to put me in a box, bury me deeper than the earthworms and rocks, I've lost whatever it was I tried to keep so please, I'm begging you to do it at least eight feet, but if per chance I come up to eat? Fuck brains, I'll feast on the pain of the streets, You'll never find another guy like rocaris, maybe weak substitutes, but that's real obvious, the ominous cloud is about to get flared, I'll bet everything I got that the place ain't prepared, scared rabbits signal deer to run away, even sandal clad Randall Flagg wouldn't dare stay, all day it's the same poor excuse, Poor Eriche Phillip must have a screw loose...

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I should've been dead the last time I should've died, this brings it to a total of at least thirty five, the beast will survive inside this mind of mine, surround sound, drowned in these rivers of wine, slivers of fine silk and gold bangles matter not, the city's got vines... tangle up and get shot, a lot of cats turn pussy at the fancy feast, but they ain't really sure like the end of a sandy beach, I aim to teach, but if you lead a horse to water, he might not drink, but he will get slaughtered in the back of the barn where my sanity borders, do I choose the sword, the book, or the hand held recorder



allow me to introduce myself formally, It takes a lot of will for me to behave normally, I'm full of scorn for the one that had me born so I hope I made her bleed and left her insides torn, I never asked to be invited to this party, Georgi by the bottle led to flasks of Bacardi, those empty flasks led to fridges full of SoCo, then those empty fridges led to stains on the Polo

Banged a lot of broads and took a city full of acid, never went delusional and never went flaccid, Nowadays the thrill is all gone, I'm looking at the clock and it's time to move on, Grab my walkman turn up Slayer's Reign in blood and go hunting for a corpse that I can drag through the mud

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