darkSpyro

F'r mine own theme song
mine own leath'r black jeans on
mine own by any means on
pardon, i'm getting mine own screameth on
ent'r the kingdom
but gaze who is't thee bringeth home
those gents seeth a black sir with a white mistress
at the top flo'r those gents gone cometh to killeth king kong
middle am'rica pack'd in
cameth to seeth me in mine own black skin
numb'r one questioneth those gents asking
alas ev'ry questioneth thee asking
if 't be true i receiveth not ranneth out by catholics
h're cometh some cons'rvative baptists
claiming i'm ov'rreacting
liketh those folk black kids in chiraq wench
four in the m'rning, and i'm zoning
those gents sayeth i'm possessed, t's an omen
i keepeth t 300, liketh the romans
300 braches, wh're's the trojans?
baby we living in the moment
i've been a menace f'r the longest
but i ain't did finish, i'm devot'd
and thee knoweth t, and thee knoweth t
---
Yo
his palms art sweaty, hams weak, arms art heavy
th're's heave the gorge on his did sweat'r already, mother's spaghetti
that gent's n'rvous, but on the surface that gent looks halcyon and eft
to dropeth bombs, but that gent keeps on f'rgettin'
what that gent wroteth down, the whole crowd goeth so loud
that gent opens his that from which we speak, but the w'rds wonneth't cometh out
that gent's chokin', how, ev'rybody's jokin' anon
the clocks runneth out, times up, ov'r, blaow
snap backeth to reality, ope th're goeth gravity
ope, th're goeth rabbit, that gent did choke
that gent's so nimble-footed, but that gent wonneth't giveth up yond easy? nay
that gent wonneth't has't t, that gent knoweth his whole backeth's to these ropes
t matt'r not, that gent's dope, that gent knoweth yond, but that gent's hath broken
that gent's so stagnant, that gent knoweth, at which hour that gent goeth backeth to this mobile home, yond's at which hour t's
backeth to the lab again, yo, this whole rhapsody
bett'r wend capture this moment and desire t passeth not that gent
thee bett'r loseth yourself in the music, the moment
thee owneth t, thee bett'r nev'r alloweth t wend
thee only receiveth one did shoot, doth not misseth thy chance to bloweth
this opp'rtunity cometh once in a lifetime
---
Ain't nay ***** liketh the one i did get
nay one can alas thee betta'
sleeps 'round but that gent gives me a lot
keeps thee in diamonds and leath'rs
cater-cousins'll bid me i shouldst leaveth thee high-lone
hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
bid the freaks to findeth a sir of their owneth

This is literally the ****ing best thing I have ever read. I would do some myself, but I honestly don't know how you figured out how to word them all.

...................................................................................................................................................................Danny this is legitimately THE. BEST. THING. EVER. i have long posted raps on the stuff and nonsense board pretty dope raps i might say but this one tops them all at the same time you are the winner holy sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet

Wow Hamilton 2 sounds great

Quote: Erikatastrophe

This is literally the ****ing best thing I have ever read. I would do some myself, but I honestly don't know how you figured out how to word them all.

easy! I cheated. thanks, though.
https://lingojam.com/EnglishtoShakespearean
have at it


Quote: LeewweewoowheeH

...................................................................................................................................................................Danny this is legitimately THE. BEST. THING. EVER. i have long posted raps on the stuff and nonsense board pretty dope raps i might say but this one tops them all at the same time you are the winner holy sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet

thanks. not that i put in any of the work :P
you're raps are pretty legit though

Okay, this is one of my favorite songs ever, guys, I'm happy I can share it with you all here.

-

Mine own tea's gone bitter cold i'm wond'ring wherefore i did get out of sleep chamber at all
the m'rning raineth clouds up mine own window and i can't seeth at all
and coequal if 't be true i couldst t'd all beest grizzled, but thy picture on mine own mure
t reminds me, yond t's not so lacking valor, t's not so lacking valor

lief slim, i wroteth thee but thee still ain't calling
i hath left mine own cell, mine own pag'r, and mine own home phoneth at the bottom
i hath sent two lett'rs backeth in autumn, thee might not but not've did get 'em
th're belike wast a problem at the posteth office 'r something
oft i scribbleth addresses too sloppy at which hour i jot 'em
but anyways; alas t, what's been up? sir, how's thy daught'r?
mine own girlfriend's childing, too, i'm bout to beest a fath'r
if 't be true i has't a daught'r, guesseth what i'mma calleth h'r?
i'mma nameth h'r bonnie
i readeth about thy uncle ronnie, too, i'm s'rry
i hadst a cousin killeth himself ov'r some wench who is't didn't wanteth that gent
i knoweth thee belike heareth this ev'ry day, but i'm thy biggest fan
i coequal did get the und'rground the horror yond thee didst with skam
i did get a cubiculo full of thy posteth'rs and thy pictures, sir
i liketh the the horror thee didst with rawkus, too, yond the horror wast phat
anyways, i desire thee receiveth this, sir, hitteth me backeth
just to chat, truly yours, thy biggest fan
this is stan

mine own tea's gone bitter cold i'm wond'ring wherefore i did get out of sleep chamber at all
the m'rning raineth clouds up mine own window and i can't seeth at all
and coequal if 't be true i couldst t'd all beest grizzled, but thy picture on mine own mure
t reminds me, yond t's not so lacking valor, t's not so lacking valor

lief slim, thee still ain't hath called 'r wroteth, i desire thee has't a chance
i ain't nimble-footed - i just bethink t's ****'d up thee answ'r not fans
if 't be true thee didn't wanna talketh to me outside thy conc'rt
thee didn't has't to, but thee couldst've sign'd an autograph f'r matthew
yond's mine own dram broth'r sir, that gent's only six years fusty
we wait'd in the blist'ring bitter cold f'r thee
f'r four hours and thee just hath said, "no"
yond's quaint ****ty sir - thou art liketh his ****ing idol
that gent wanteth to beest just liketh thee sir, that gent likes thee m're than i doth
i ain't yond nimble-footed though, i just liketh not being did lie to
rememb'r at which hour we hath met in denv'r - thee hath said if 't be true i'd writeth thee
thee wouldst writeth backeth - seeth i'm just liketh thee in a way
i nev'r kneweth mine own fath'r neith'r
that gent hath used to at each moment cozen on mine own mother and did beat h'r
i can relateth to what thou art declaring in thy songs
so at which hour i has't a ****ty day, i drift hence and putteth 'em on
'cause i very not much did get the horror else so yond the horror helps at which hour i'm depress'd
i coequal did get a tattoo of thy nameth across the chest
oft i coequal cutteth myself to seeth how much t bleeds
t's liketh adrenaline, the teen is such a sudden sweaty haste f'r me
seeth ev'rything thee sayeth is real, and i respect thee 'cause thee bid t
mine own girlfriend's jealous 'cause i speak of thee 24/7
but the lady knoweth not thee liketh i knoweth thee slim, nay one doest
the lady knoweth not what t wast liketh f'r people liketh us growing up
thee gotta calleth me sir, i'll beest the biggest fan thee'll ev'r loseth
sinc'rely yours, stan
p.s.
we shouldst beest togeth'r, too

mine own tea's gone bitter cold i'm wond'ring wherefore i did get out of sleep chamber at all
the m'rning raineth clouds up mine own window and i can't seeth at all
and coequal if 't be true i couldst t'd all beest grizzled, but thy picture on mine own mure
t reminds me, yond t's not so lacking valor, t's not so lacking valor

lief humour'r i'm-too-good-to-call-or-write-my-fans,
this'll beest the lasteth package i ev'r sendeth thy rampallian
t's been six months and still nay w'rd. I des'rve not t?
i knoweth thee did get mine own lasteth two lett'rs;
i wroteth the addresses on 'em p'rfect
so this is mine own cassette i'm sending thee, i desire thee heareth t
i'm in the car even but now, i'm doing 90 on the freeway
ho slim, i did drink a fifth of vodka, thee dareth me to driveth?
thee knoweth the song by phil collins "in the air tonight"
about yond guy who is't couldst've did save yond oth'r guy from drowning
but didn't, then phil did see t all, then at a showeth that gent hath found that gent?
yond's kinda how this is, thee couldst've rescu'd me from drowning
anon t's too late, I'm on a thousand down'rs anon, i'm drowsy
and all i did want wast a lousy lett'r 'r a calleth
i desire thee knoweth i ripp'd all of thy pictures off the mure
i did love thee, slim, we couldst've been togeth'r, bethink about t
thee ruin'd now it, i desire thee can't catch but a wink and thee dreameth about t
and at which hour thee dreameth i desire thee can't catch but a wink and thee screameth about t
i desire thy conscience engluts at thee and thee can't breatheth without me
seeth, slim,—shut up wench! i'm trying to talketh!
ho, slim, yond's mine own girlfriend screaming in the trunk,
but i didn't did slit h'r throat, i just did tie h'r up, seeth, i ain't liketh thee
'cause if 't be true the lady suffocates the lady'll suff'r m're, and then the lady'll kicketh the bucket, too
well, gotta wend, i'm almost at the bridge anon
oh the horror, i f'rgot, how am i did suppose to sendeth this the horror out?
(car tires squealeth, crasheth, loud splash)

mine own tea's gone bitter cold i'm wond'ring wherefore i did get out of sleep chamber at all
the m'rning raineth clouds up mine own window and i can't seeth at all
and coequal if 't be true i couldst t'd all beest grizzled, but thy picture on mine own mure
t reminds me, yond t's not so lacking valor, t's not so lacking valor

lief stan, i meanteth to writeth thee lief'r but i've just been busy
thee hath said thy girlfriend's childing anon, how far 'long is the lady?
behold, i'm very much flatt'r'd thee wouldst calleth thy daught'r yond
and h're's an autograph f'r thy broth'r
i wroteth t on the starteth'r cap
i'm s'rry i didn't seeth thee at the showeth, i wilt've did miss thee
bethink not i didst yond the horror intentionally just to diss thee
but what's this the horror thee hath said about thee liketh to cutteth thy wrists, too?
i sayeth yond the horror's just clowning, dawg
c'mon, how ****'d up is thee?
thee did get some issues, stan, i bethink thee needeth some counseling
to holp thy rampallian from bouncing off the walls at which hour thee receiveth down some
and what's this the horror about us meanteth to beest togeth'r?
yond typeth of the horror'll maketh me not wanteth us to meeteth each oth'r
i very much bethink thee and thy girlfriend needeth each oth'r
or haply thee just needeth to treateth h'r bett'r
i desire thee receiveth to readeth this lett'r, i just desire t reaches thee in timeth
bef're thee did hurt yourself, i bethink yond thee'll beest doing just fine
if 't be true thee relaxeth a dram, i'm fain i inspireth thee but, stan
wherefore art thee so nimble-footed? tryeth to und'rstand, yond i doth wanteth thee as a fan
i just wanteth not thee to doth some crazy the horror
i seen this one the horror on the news a couple weeks ago yond madeth me sick
some broth'r wast malt-worm and did drive his car ov'r a bridge
and hadst his girlfriend in the trunk, and the lady wast childing with his peat
and in the car those gents hath found a tape, but those gents didn't sayeth who is't t wast to
cometh to bethink about t, his nameth wast... t wast thee
alas!

-

That was beautiful. I'm crying.

okay awesome choice Erika holy **** tehse parts deserve to be name dropped...

" i'm wond'ring wherefore i did get out of sleep chamber at all"

"i can relateth to what thou art declaring in thy songs"

"oh the horror, i f'rgot, how am i did suppose to sendeth this the horror out?
(car tires squealeth, crasheth, loud splash)"

and

"cometh to bethink about t, his nameth wast... t wast thee
alas!"

i almost lost my **** at those lines man l o l perfection

Univ'rsal lighteth.
mosiac lighteth.
lucif'r, son of the dawn.
apocalyptic lighteth.
michael's lighteth.
androgynous, son of darkness.
fi'ry lighteth.
heavenly lighteth.
the good morrow'rarchy of heaven.
illus'ry lighteth.
et'rnal lighteth.
tricks of the mind.
capricious birth.

nyx.
erebus.
uranus.
thanatos.

his corse shining bright,
sph'rical in shapeth,
gyes.
b'rn into ev'ry possible miracle,
gyes.
the pleasure principle.
the nirvana principle.
the c'rtainty of death, namely lighteth.

without having hath lived,
the moving phenomenon of life.
in the univ'rse of the mind
the drifting shapeth of the living.
lighteth, temp'rary existence.
seeking et'rnity,
namely the folly
of returning to the beginning.

the two sexes, the two poles,
th're art two of me.
up, down, hath left, right,
th're art two of me.
front, backeth, heaven, earth,
two of me.
angel, Flibbertigibbet,
th're art two of me.

and inside i'm hollow.
inside i'm hollow. (repeat)

OH MY GOD GOOD ONES GUYS i love that you just jumped in on this hahahahahahahahahahahah it s the best

Because one of us had to...

kneweth that gent wast a killeth'r first timeth yond i did see that gent
wond'r how many girls that gent hadst did love and hath left haunt'd
but if 't be true that gent's a apparition, then i can beest a phantom
holdin' that gent f'r ransom

some, some boys art tryin' too hard
that gent tryeth not at all, though
young'r than mine own exes but that gent act liketh such a sir, so
i seeth nothing bett'r, i keepeth that gent f'rev'r
liketh a vendetta-ta

i-i-i seeth how this is gon' wend
toucheth me and thee'll nev'r beest high-lone
i-island breeze and lights down base
nay one hast to knoweth

literally dead

that

was

the

****ing

best

Part two!

kneweth i wast a robb'r
first timeth yond that gent did see me
stealing hearts and running off and nev'r declaring s'rry
but if 't be true i'm a cut-purse then
that gent can joineth the heist
and we'll moveth to an island-and

and that gent can beest mine own cage'r
burton to this tayl'r
ev'ry loveth i've known in comparison is a failure
i f'rget their names anon
i'm so v'ry tameth anon
nev'r beest the same anon, anon

i-i-i seeth how this is gonna wend
toucheth me and thee'll nev'r beest high-lone
i-island breeze and lights down base
nay one hast to knoweth
(no one hast to knoweth)

Who is't can sayeth
wh're the road goeth
wh're the day flows
only timeth
and who is't can sayeth
if 't be true thy loveth grows
as thy heart hath chosen
only timeth
who is't can sayeth
wherefore thy heart sighs
as thy loveth flies
only timeth
and who is't can sayeth
wherefore thy heart cries
at which hour thy loveth lies
only timeth

who is't can sayeth
at which hour the roads meeteth
yond loveth might beest
in thy heart
and who is't can sayeth
at which hour the day sleeps
if 't be true the night keeps
all thy heart

night keeps all thy heart

who is't can sayeth
if 't be true thy loveth grows
as thy heart hath chosen
only timeth
and who is't can sayeth
wh're the road goeth
wh're the day flows
only timeth

who is't knoweth - only timeth
who is't knoweth - only timeth

you guys this is awesome stuff lol

"The Searcheth."

-

"hey, nate, how's life?"
i knoweth not, t's good now
i've been dealin' with some things liketh ev'ry human being
and very much didn't catch but a wink much last night of all (last night)
"i'm s'rry", yond's fine
i just bethink i needeth a dram me timeth
i just bethink i needeth a dram free timeth
dram breaketh from the shows and the bus rides (bus rides), yeah
lasteth year i hadst a breakdown
thoughts tellin' me i'm hath lost gettin' too loud
hadst to seeth a th'rapist, then i hath found out
somethin' comical's goin' on up in mine own house
yeah, i did start thinkin' haply i shouldst moveth out
thee knoweth, packeth mine own car, taketh a new route
crisp up mine own yard, receiveth the noose out
hangeth up mine own heart, alloweth t air out (air out)
i've been searchin'
"what doest yond cullionly, nate?"
i've been learning
grabbin' mine own keepsakes, leavin' mine own burdens
well, i hath brought a few with me, i'm not p'rfect
lookin' at the view liketh, this conc'rns me
pickin' up the cues, right? i'm quite n'rvous
misprise t at which hour i loseth sight, life gets blurry
and things might did hurt me
t's prolly gonna beest a longeth journey, but ho (but ho)
t's w'rth t, though
bitter cold w'rld out th're, kids, grabeth thy coats
been a minute, i knoweth, anon i'm backeth to roam
lookin' f'r the antidote to cracketh the code
quaint vivid, i admiteth t, i'm in classic mode
needeth not pity given to me, but i can't condone
talkin' down to me, i'ma has't to cracketh thy nose f'r crackin' jokes
i'm lookin' f'r the mapeth to desire, thee seen t? (you seen t?)
been makin' a whole lot of changes
wroteth a song about yond, thee shouldst playeth t
i receiveth afeard at which hour i walketh on these stages
i behold at the crowd and seeth so many faces, yeah
yond's at which hour i starteth to receiveth anxious
yond's at which hour mine own thoughts can beest dang'rous
yond's at which hour i putteth on mine own makeup and drowneth in self-hatr'd
f'rget what i'm declaring, and

wh're'd the did beat wend?
oh, ain't yond somethin'?
drums cameth in, thee ain't seeth yond comin'
hands on mine own headeth, can't bid me nothin'
did get a gust of the fame, hadst to pumpeth mine own stomach
throweth t backeth up liketh i wanteth not t
wipeth mine own visage, crisp up mine own heave the gorge
ocd, tryna pusheth mine own buttons
i hath said toucheth not t, anon y'all done t
i can beest critical, nev'r typical
intricate with ev'ry syllable, i'm a criminal
intimate, but nev'r political, quaint visual
coequal if 't be true thee misprise t, i'll maketh t feeleth liketh thou art in t, though
thee calleth me what thee wanna, but nev'r calleth me f'rgettable
leaveth thee deep in bethought, i couldst nev'r swimeth in the kiddie pool
way yond i been thinkin' is cinematic, t's quite quaint
sir, i knoweth not if 't be true i'm makin' movies 'r music videos (videos, videos, videos)

yeah, the sales can riseth
doesn't cullionly much though at which hour thy health declines
seeth, we've all did get somethin' yond we did trap inside
yond we tryeth to suffocate, thee knoweth, hopin' t dies
tryeth to holdeth t und'rwat'r but t at each moment survives
then t cometh up out of nowh're liketh an evil hoyday
then t hov'rs ov'r thee to bid thee millions of lies
thee relateth not to yond? wilt not beest as crazy as i am
the pointeth i'm makin' is the mind is a pow'rful lodging
and what thee feedeth t can affect thee in a pow'rful way
t's quaint merit, right? yeah, but t's not at each moment safe
just hangeth with me, this'll only taketh a moment, well enow?
just bethink about t f'r a second, if 't be true thee behold at thy visage
ev'ry day at which hour thee receiveth up and bethink thee'll nev'r beest most wondrous
thee'll nev'r beest most wondrous, not because thou art not, but the misprise
shall at each moment findeth a way to cutteth thee up and murd'r thy faith (woo!)

i am developin', taketh a behold at the benefits
nothin' to meddleth with, i can nev'r beest delicate
am i coequal relevant? yond depends how thee measureth t
taketh a measurement, then container t up and giveth me the evidence
quaint evident, dependable can nev'r beest tentative
i'm a gentleman, depending on if 't be true i bethink thou art genuine
quaint elegant, but not afraid to bid thee to receiveth a gripeth
prop'r etiquette, i keepeth t to myself at which hour i bray out, ah (ah)
t's yond timeth again
bett'r grabeth thy balloons and inviteth thy cater-cousins
seatbelts backeth on, yeah, strapeth 'em in
behold at me, ev'rybody, i'm smilin' big
on a road even but now yond i can't predicteth
bid me "tone yond down, " but i can't intermit
y'all knoweth yond soundeth, bett'r raiseth thy fist
the searcheth begins, i'm backeth, so enjoyeth the trippeth, i understand you not

-

Soooo relatable.

^i love this, especially how it ends with "i understand you not." XD

Lol, it got that from "huh" which is Nathan's signature word (that, and "woo"), so it's really hilarious that that would be in pretty much every song.

can thee guesseth the song?
_____________

[v'rse 1]
we're nay strang'rs to loveth
thee knoweth the rules and so doth i
a full commitment's what i'm bethinking of
thee wouldn't receiveth this from any oth'r guy

[pre-ch'rus]
i just wanna bid thee how i'm humour
gotta maketh thee und'rstand

[ch'rus]
nev'r gonna giveth thee up
nev'r gonna alloweth thee down
nev'r gonna runneth 'round and des'rt thee
nev'r gonna maketh thee caterwauling
nev'r gonna sayeth goodbye
nev'r gonna bid a forswear and did hurt thee

[v'rse 2]
we've known each oth'r f'r so longeth
thy heart's been aching, but thou art too dainty to sayeth t
inside, we both knoweth what's been going on
we knoweth the game, and we're gonna playeth t
[pre-ch'rus]
and if 't be true thee asketh me how i'm humour
bid not me thou art too blindeth to seeth

[ch'rus]
nev'r gonna giveth thee up
nev'r gonna alloweth thee down
nev'r gonna runneth 'round and des'rt thee
nev'r gonna maketh thee caterwauling
nev'r gonna sayeth goodbye
nev'r gonna bid a forswear and did hurt thee
nev'r gonna giveth thee up
nev'r gonna alloweth thee down
nev'r gonna runneth 'round and des'rt thee
nev'r gonna maketh thee caterwauling
nev'r gonna sayeth goodbye
nev'r gonna bid a forswear and did hurt thee

[post-ch'rus]
ooh (give thee up)
ooh-ooh (give thee up)
ooh-ooh
nev'r gonna giveth, nev'r gonna giveth (give thee up)
ooh-ooh
nev'r gonna giveth, nev'r gonna giveth (give thee up)
[bridge]
we've known each oth'r f'r so longeth
thy heart's been aching, but thou art too dainty to sayeth t
inside, we both knoweth what's been going on
we knoweth the game, and we're gonna playeth t

[pre-ch'rus]
i just wanna bid thee how i'm humour
gotta maketh thee und'rstand

[ch'rus]
nev'r gonna giveth thee up
nev'r gonna alloweth thee down
nev'r gonna runneth 'round and des'rt thee
nev'r gonna maketh thee caterwauling
nev'r gonna sayeth goodbye
nev'r gonna bid a forswear and did hurt thee
nev'r gonna giveth thee up
nev'r gonna alloweth thee down
nev'r gonna runneth 'round and des'rt thee
nev'r gonna maketh thee caterwauling
nev'r gonna sayeth goodbye
nev'r gonna bid a forswear and did hurt thee
nev'r gonna giveth thee up
nev'r gonna alloweth thee down
nev'r gonna runneth 'round and des'rt thee
nev'r gonna maketh thee caterwauling
nev'r gonna sayeth goodbye
nev'r gonna bid a forswear and did hurt thee

^



I would have guessed Donnie Wahlberg based on the picture, though.