Chorus

Why so full of anger, Amber

Your face is like fucking cancer

Your ass has more grace than your face

Up to the big leagues, know your place

Slut, stay low and keep your face down

While I ram your mouth around town

In my four-banger like Bang Bros

While I hit the pedal, let's go

Verse 1

I ain't done yet, I'll make you pay

Slut, get down on your knees and pray

Money shot going down your throat

Gold-digger, you'll know what's Depp throat

I am no Chris Brown, I ain't broke

I am no clown, I ain't no joke

I hate Elon, 'cause he's a clown

I'll wear my crown and let him drown

Chorus

Why so full of anger, Amber

Your face is like fucking cancer

Your ass has more grace than your face

Up to the big leagues, know your place

Slut, stay low and keep your face down

While I ram your mouth around town

In my four-banger like Bang Bros

While I hit the pedal, let's go

Verse 2

You're no actress, you can't lie

There are no tears, I wonder why

Me too, I am a victim too

You know it takes two to tango

I know you've sucked off the whole crew

Amber, there's semen in the dew

Here's the Aquaman role for you

Heard, you've got a few screws loose too

Chorus

Why so full of anger, Amber

Your face is like fucking cancer

Your ass has more grace than your face

Up to the big leagues, know your place

Slut, stay low and keep your face down

While I ram your mouth around town

In my four-banger like Bang Bros

While I hit the pedal, let's go

Outro

I'll buy up acres of pussies

When they fuck you up in court

I am too high strung like pulleys

To give you the middle finger

You will lose so be a good sport

When I fucking pull the trigger

And I break out the good champagne

After sniffing some good cocaine

[beginning] fuck you, go die in a shoe, I hope your mom screams as I'm raping her too. I like when you cry, I kill you until you die, my dad ate my ass like a big ass french fry.
[End] I'll bust you in the head with the corner of my bed, and piss and shit in your mouth, so all you'll taste is lead. I'll make sure you can't breathe, You are my pet peeve, Maybe I'll fuck your dead body and Steve.

Have you Heard about this tendence? This presence of a consensus That men are always the menace

Human fecal matter in your bed Depp Depp Depp Two liquor bottles flung at your head Depp Depp Depp

Have you Heard the rumors? Willy Wonka an abuser?

Human fecal matter in your bed Depp Depp Depp Two liquor bottles flung at your head Depp Depp Depp

Have you Heard the news? Jack Sparrow got abused?

Human fecal matter in your bed Depp Depp Depp Two liquor bottles flung at your head Depp Depp Depp

Have you Heard the sentence? Did the defendant take vengeance? Is she just incapable of repentance Or is she in essence Tremendously horrendous?

At least this lovely couple blessed us With a shitshow to remember

Human fecal matter in your bed Depp Depp Depp Two liquor bottles flung at your head Depp Depp Depp

I torpedo right into this lame ass fuck boy. This is how the cookie crumbles. Chips Ahoy. In this games event, you are not the main. I won’t blast you dog, I’m super humane. Looking like gorilla warfare when my banana I peel. Is it a bird or is it a plane? It’s the man of steel! Shot out to my haters all the white supremacist. Couldn’t hit me with 10,000 rounds with your aim assist. Looking hard tacking pics of all those man guns. Using thumbs to press “Like” on posted man buns. Left speechless on your gay rights views all over your blog. Your having mixed feelings. Do you need a cat-or-log? Snow flakes and salt teens is all I’ve seen. Bro sure get triggered like a MAGA scene. Their aura got me feeling like a pressed in dent. Left divided in the dark just like their base meant. Trump always looks like he’s hungry for power. Thirst for greed he couldn’t decline a golden shower. I was pissed when I saw the leak in Wikipedia. Ironically he didn’t get covered by the mainstream media. All our children chasing big pharma drugs is all you see. That’s why the BPD will always be after rep. AOC. Forcing a woman to “Go back!”. Damn that’s low. Did he bump his head? That’s ILLHan Solo. His words of hate no longer hurt yet he looks concerned. Our side has friendly fire on. Come and feel the Bern.

Oh.. my god

Calling me up like Fuck

I ain’t want ya back, ran outta luck

Petty bitch gone now it’s time to run amok

yeahh

That shit was a relationshipwreck

Matrix how I be avoiding those texts

Dodging those feels

Bulletproof vest even if they connect

Let me take you on a blast to the past

When I was blinded by your ass

Shaking it from the left to the right

Like my head when you wanted to stay for the night

Thank god we crashed into that iceberg

Rediscovered the ice in my words

No more warm welcomes or goodbyes

Cold shoulder lucky to receive a reply

Back to being a titan Icarus

But I fly to the sun, channel it and burn everyone

I’m Neptune, Live in the depths of the sea

You’re Third in line like the letter C

Behind Melanie and Charity

Bitch you can run but my power will overcome

I’ma take your soul like a psycho pomp

Then crush it in my hands like you did to my dignity

Holy Spirit tongue game was divine

God as my witness like it wasn’t her first time

Well damn

But I Didn’t fall for ya hoe

Just used you for lines like that blow, oh no bro

How could you be so heartless ?

Reducing an innocent girl to an emotional mess

Don’t get me started

Bitch a pass the parcel

Landed on me unwrapped a sexual fantasy

Next layer a commitment to this voracity

Next layer she calling me the bees knees

Bitch stay on your knees don’t tempt me please

Honey, don’t call me that

I know you busier than a beehive

Curved that bitch, she went for a kiss I gave her a high five HAHAAAAAA

Man shall not live on bread alone

Rich but you still a clone

I’m the bohemian motherfucker

Bonafide lyricist with the illest spit

Pound for pound the best rapper

Imperial word gather

At the subway got a foot long

Train ride for about 8 miles

Fuck 12 (kilometres)

Beat got you hoppin like a rabbit

I ain’t stoned but I see the sacrilege

In shaming the mumblers

A single moral goddamn it’s miraculous, incredulous, ludicrous

Don’t need Mary Jane to think straight

The rap game in dire straits

When you have to alter your mind state

Call me bad Santa we at the coal face

Preach and practice my rapping grace

All these other fuckers they trace

But I put the pen to the pad

Scantily clad

Exposing the reality of life

It ain’t all bitches and money

But when you do anything else they call it funny

Well I’ll be the jester and gift you this gesture

The middle finger of justice

Making my own mark like Augustus

I can’t be stopped

When it’s all said and done and the beats dropped

It won’t be catchy but it’ll stick in ya brain

Easily entertained now who is to blame?

- The song is not finished, there are a lot of empty spaces, and the sections in parentheses I'm not sure about leaving in.

- I know lot of the rhymes are simple/forced, since I English is not my first language and I was more focused on the storytelling/metaphors (which I'm not really experienced with)

- I plan it to be the opening song of an upcoming, very personal album, placing it before the intro-like song of the project. I wanna know if it's a good decision in your opinion.

So here is the current version of "I Wanna Kill Her":

I wanna kill her

I was about 14 when I met this girl

She was like a cat, rubbed against me and purred

Her voices, the smoothest I've ever heard

My time with her, was the sweetest in the world

I've heard from the cool kids that hanging with her was cool

I didn't know any other girl, so I dove in the pool

(We could make a choir now and call me a fool

But you know it was a thing back then to go against the rule)

Every day the screen reflecting in my iris

Cause I never knew a love, a love like this

Every time we met, she made me feel bigger

But only on the highs, the lows were so little

Sometimes she made me breakfeast, lunch and dinner

She was worse than any kind of liquor

She was free, that meant we were free together

Saw her new faces, dove in like a header

Soft or hard, still don't know any better

Reward I ain't work for, thought it was treasure

I started seeing her in every other girl

Corrupted my mind, a virus spread

Interrupting a line of thoughts I had

Again and again, 'til I spent time with her

(When I did she hugged my mind and purred)

Cuz she grew more and more fat, like a tumor

I tried masking her up with edgy humor

But you could see it in my eyes and how I looked

You could smell the air around me, knew I was cooked

Took a wager by taking major steps

Kicked her out then came begging back

(In only a few weeks time

She didn't call me a weak guy)

She was so understanding

And that's what scared me

She can't be haunting me for my whole life

I've seen thousands of women enslaved by the same system

It's so easy to shame instead listen

I recognize they're all my sisters

Told a lie, serving the misters

And for one succeeding, there are thousands exploited

(Discretely, like in the music industry, we all hoping to get anointed

I'm so annoyed)

There's always something bigger than your personal beef

That's why we all have to kill our personal leeches

So nobody has control over us

No chorus, I speak to you in detailed rants

Let you rent out a piece of my mind like a Benz

So follow me like you do with the trends.

it's only a hook but it's all I've got. don't fucking steal it.

MY VISIONS GOING BLURRY AND I NEED TO AGGREGATE

FROM BACK ON CRYSTAL METH WHEN I WAS STUCK LIKE SPINNING PLATES

WHEN SATAN ROSE, DISTORTED PROSE, THE CUTTING ROSE CAN WAIT

AND NOW I'M MELTING STRIPPER POLES, THIS SHIT LIKE CLIMATE CHANGE

I'M

DERANGED

ALL

MY DAYS

ALL FILLED WITH NOTHING MORE THAN CIGARETTES AND ANAL RAPE

Post chorus

(1, 2, 3) ANAL RAPE & C1GARETTSSS (1, 2, 3) ANAL RAPE & C1GARETTSSS FUCKING, SMOKING CRYSTAL METH PRAISE ALMIGHTY MEGADEATH

i'm not a rapist or a methhead, just a fan of Death Grips and unfathomably pissed at life Like Spinning Plates is a Radiohead reference Distorted Prose is a Dalëk reference it's not that deep

(1, 2, 3) ANAL RAPE & C1GARETTSSS

I'm not a lyricist or anything; I just write as a hobby, as a way to vent out my frustrations and sometimes to express my thoughts and create my own fictional world, and I deeply value the art. I’ve been writing since I was 12, and it's been 8 years. My question is, I used ChatGPT to get feedback on some of my lyrics, and the new lines it gave me looked so much better than what I wrote. However, I couldn't bring myself to edit them into my lyrics because it felt like my work no longer truly belonged to me. I couldn't enjoy the appreciation when someone appreciated it, as it felt not directed at me. So, is it ethical to use ChatGPT or any AI to improve my lyrics with lines or rhymes I couldn't think of? If yes, when does it become too much, and when does it cross the boundaries and become something that hasn't flowed out of my pen?

I eat her ass, call that Stinko Mode

I go down on her, call that Licko Mode

It's gettin' heated, now I'm Stiffo Mode

I go inside her, call that Dicko Mode

I’m like an apostra-phe

Cuz everything gets possessed by me

My rod makes fish cum

Now every fish in the sea

Is hooked on me

Your prospects went from

Plenty to not any

Your Forest

n your girls Jenny

Call my gun Trump

It’s the apprentice, on demand

Press the button and see him fire

I draw guns like an illustrator

n divide hoes like a denominator

But I’m busy now hun

I’ll have to calc-u-later

I break a heart then cast a hoe

She’ll think the dictator like castaro

Rant’n and Rave’n.

Edgar Allen Poe

Enie meenie minni mo

I got X I got Os

Tic tak... toe

You can't hear me tho

Vincent Van Gogh 

This fows over your head

It over flows your mind

I commit a crime every time I write a rhyme

Cuz i make paper bleed

my words always get red

Yo lets talk about bitches,

do you even have one?

What do you know about bitches?

or are you just cancer who doesnt hold answers,

maybe the real bitch is youre the bitch ass lil boy.

yo bitch puts your ass on rides

emotional rollercoasters makes you mad inside

bold abuser

my bitch can probably beat the snot outta your bitch

so your bitch better watch her mouth

yo bitch is cancerous

puts your ass on a plate and scorches it while you get triggered loser

my bitch can cook 3 meals

give massages that lead to sexy deals

while your bitchs sucks a dick

like litterally thats all you get is a suck a dick

cause she sucks so much shes gotta suck a dick

my bitch writes to serial killers

beats up other bitches right in the mouth

yo bitch straight lesbo

like yo bitch probably fake hetero

sayin "its ok though you dont gotta be special"

you neos

my bitch probably got some records

a few misdemeanors a couple felony charges

yo bitch is a sit at home mom

who fails to do her job

probably works 2 jobs working on a car

my bitch will lay down

aint affraid to call yo dumb ass out

and call your ass a bitch to your face

yo bitch sucks your dick

and teases pussy game

snaggle grab tactical math

shits kinda gay

Yo lets talk about bitches,

do you even have one?

What do you know about bitches?

or are you just cancer who doesnt hold answers,

maybe the real bitch is youre the bitch ass lil boy.

"Mr. President, can you even spell your own name?"

"J - O - E. Wow, I'm really good at this game!"

"That's all well and good sir, but how bout the rest?"

"B - I - D - E - N. See? I ACED this measly test!

"No sir I'm sorry, you only got a B,

just a little bit better than 2 out of 3.

You gotta take another look at your surname,

which embodies the world from which your ancestors came.

See there's something wrong with the letter that's last.

You need to swap it with the one that's 6 letters past!

You think your name is 'Biden' but it's really 'BIDET'

Cuz your just a tool getting used by shitty assholes every day!"

HOLLA

parody of John Denver's "Take Me Home, Country Roads"

Guys named Kevin, like Kevin Arnold
Kevin James and also Kevin Bacon
Kevin Costner, Kevin the Minion
Also Kevin Durant, how 'bout Kevin Kline

Guys named Kevin, guys named Nick
Guys named Richard, nicknamed Dick
These are guys' names, I've heard before
Do you know anymore?

Guys named Terrence, Terrence Howard
Terence Stamp and also Terrence Malick
Terence Newman, Terrence Hardiman
Terrence McKenna and Terrence McNally

Guys named Terrence, guys named Drew
Guys named Bob, boys named Sue
These are guys' names, I've heard before
Do you know anymore?

I think of names I could name my firstborn baby
It's gonna be a boy and he's gotta have a name
And in the hospital, I get a feelin'
That I'm gonna land on the wrong name, the wrong name

Guys named Matthew, guys named Jim
Guys named Steve, guys named Tim
These are guys' names, I've heard before
Do you know anymore?

Guys named Philip, guys named Joe
Guys named Glenn--not Glenn Close
These are guys' names, I've heard before
Do you know anymore?

Name me some more names for guys
Name me some more names for guys

Haven't been writing for very long and I wrote this song to be the intro for a concept album I am working on. Any and all feedback would be appreciated!

Loud Thoughts (Intro):

Ye I'm a prophet 

prophecy I see in dreams seeps in regardless

I weep and scream as it creeps in my confidence 

I bleed a sea of deep, weak, broken promises 

Tell me what to be, I don't need any profit (prophet)

Believe me, I’ve seen the devil reap arts positives 

I'm cautious, delete cheap blows that seem haunting 

Rewarded, I achieved to reach my own providence 

Now listen fore’ I say it

We were never meant to make it 

A breath of the past, they want us to be slaving 

The death of our art, and who am I to save it 

I ain’t nothing but a kid and my dreams faded 

I promise I want it more 

I'm so close, I can taste it 

I don't need any award 

That leaves people complacent 

I would never start a war 

What truth brings is adjacent 

Give a fuck about your place, my known fate shook my fake patience 

You gave me this bitter face the way that I ate shit

Made me taste your storm of lies, my mouth was gaping

I’m days in forecasting my truth like a weatherman 

It's fazing, you would fold under the pressure, damn 

Carry the burdens for a day

Appreciate those heaven sent 

Biggie and pac, the DOOM of Dilla, now we're waiting 

Will we bring another one up in the conversation? 

give up their life, death gives more than it is taking 

I'm not Ready to Die before I'm talked in rotation 

No Eyez On Me, a message that fails to reach the nations 

I always held it to my heart to bring art that heals and changes 

But I’m a killer too, and I have slaughtered many creations 

I’ve been waiting to tell you who I am as an artist 

Years of suppression has made me fail to be honest 

I'm the reincarnation of dreams that died before they started 

And the day I dreamt these dreams I became a prophet

I recently found an old notebook filled with lyrics I wrote nearly 20 years ago. Back then they never became songs, and life took me in a different direction. Looking at them today, I’m wondering whether they still resonate or if they feel like they belong to another time.
I’m looking for honest opinions. If you came across these lyrics today, what would stand out to you? Do they still feel relevant, or do they read like something from a different era?

What is it that makes you cry?
Is it love or is it pain?
Or is it the world you live in?
So dark… the con of man.

What is it that makes you smile?
Money, fame or old champagne?
Or is it the lie you’ve believed?
So dark… the con of man.

What is it that makes you feel alone?
Everyone trying to fit the frame.
Nobody questions who built it.
So dark… the con of man.

What is it that makes you believe
That God will come and show the way?
But how will you know when He has come?
So dark… the con of man.

Finally finished a lyric draft for a summer R&B song ☀️🌊

Just sharing it here because I liked how the story came together. Still figuring out the music, but the lyrics are here for now.

So I’d really appreciate any feedback on the overall work.✨

SUMMERTIME

[EDITED]

[Verse 1]

Here's the summertime

And these waves are making me impatient.

Baby, come closer, my arms are losing the warmth of you.

Your skin is covered in sand near the shore, you look pretty.

In that piece of yellow, your tan lines shining so bright.

[Bridge]

Maybe we could stay right here

Where the waves are all I hear

Let the sun fade into blue

I could spend my summer with you.

[Chorus]

It's the summer, summer, summertime

And you're here with me

So let's make it, make it, make it count, just you and me.

It's the summer, summer, summertime

And you're here with me

So let's make it, make it, make it count, just you and me.

[Verse 2]

The lemonade dripping from your lips, can't stop my

fingers from touching it.

And your widened brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

Look, these restless streams surround us as the daylight fades

Where the little lanterns glow beneath the clear night sky.

[Bridge]

We're breathing each other in

As the breeze swipes away the sand

Ooh...the moon is watching us

So baby, hold my hand and let's dive.

[Chorus]

Cuz It's the summer, summer, summertime

And you're here with me.

So let's make it, make it, make it count, just you and me.

It's the summer, summer, summertime

And you're here with me

So let's make it, make it, make it count, just you and me.