My thoughts. How original.

This is how you write a diss track

Once upon a time in New Orleans,

Pardon me, Metairie,

Came a short kid with a high-pitched voice

And addiction to theater, therefore he likes boys,

So I asked why the fuck he was leading

My bitch on, I’ll kick his ass, No Ceilings

In this corner, weighing a buck fifty

Comes an angry white kid who’s kind of witty

Don’t get it twisted, I’m not being racist,

You’re the third black guy I know who’s a faggot

You mistaken jab of a wire hanger

Your parents having sex was the only banger

That you have ever partaken in

And they don’t want you alive, God take him in!

At least he can lie, try to be funny,

And be broke as fuck and talk about money

How can this fag call himself the beast

There ain’t no country for this Disney sheeit

Motherfucker do you even understand me

I want my money and clothes now, you swaggerjacking

Piece of shit failed abortion

And no I don’t take this shit out of proportion

You motherfucking faggot, give me my money now!

Till I hire a prostitute, to suck your dick out

And turn you straight, oh wait she’s a man

That being said, make bounce music man

There’s a home for the gender confused.

There’s a home for people like you

The loony bin, the cemetary

The circus freak that all the kids scaring

Cause he’s afraid of the dark, afraid of himself,

Afraid of his life, afraid of his wealth

While the rest of us try to live our lives

He’s tryna stare our bitches in the eye

No, not our ladies, yes, I said our bitches

No dignity sure means no limits

You infuriating loss of a menstrual cycle

Take a fucking hike and bicycle

Down K2, but you’ve only got a week

I’ll scale Mount Everest, that means I’m on the peak

Of my game, like a hotel on Boardwalk

And when the hos tell, he gets bored and walks

To his gay friend named _________________

And all those faggots do is suck and fuck

And get sick and junk, and puke up their lunch,

This bulimic motherfucker gonna get Hawaiian Punch

When I get a hula dancer to make a fist fast,

You’re on your princess Peach shit, go ahead, take that

I totally told you don’t test the Toad

He mistook it to hear go suck that choad

Little ass dick for this little ass chick

Motherfucker, I spit more fire than a Bic

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How not to market your music.

Christopher Sauer September 23 at 6:37pm  glad you think im a lame. if you choose to approach me correct on some hey how you doin shit i will definitely listen to the music. i get shot 10000 links a day, im not gonna look at any of them if i don’t have the personal link or bond to the artist.Dennis Holt September 23 at 6:39pm  ReportThat’s y u r where u rSent via Facebook MobileChristopher Sauer September 23 at 6:43pm  Yeah, I’m at a good place. I’m getting right with my life. I’m getting my music going. I’m doing my radio show, and I’ve had listeners from 6 continents. I am where I am because I work to get where I am. I expect as a musical businessman for those to actually approach me on a conversational tip. It is not too much to ask for. If you choose not to do that, well, life will go on for both of us if I do not listen to the music. Y’all can do your thing, and I will still wish you the best, however I will not be one of your consumers when I feel that I am only being utilized for promotional concerns. I’m a businessman.Christopher Sauer September 23 at 6:44pm  And I do wish your crew the best of luck, cause I do see Dangafield making big moves. However, I cannot support the movement, because of personal concerns. I’m not going to dick ride, and I WILL NOT hop on a bandwagon,Dennis Holt September 23 at 6:45pm  ReportChris Suaer you r a yong Boy trying 2 do it - I just got Dangafield over 5 million listeners can u say Shade45-Hes in constant rotation -So I still havent heard u but good luck-Stop Send me Dumb messages like you made it GTFOHChristopher Sauer September 23 at 6:52pm  I’m not tryna rap. I’m tryna promote music. And I am doing it on the level I want to do it. I’m keeping levelheaded and tryna not lose my mind. I know y’all got on Shade45, and that is a real good look. Constant rotation is a great thing, if I had any of your music submitted to my show I would probably rotate it on my radio show as well, but there is a lack of communication regarding getting radio play on smaller stations. Of course you haven’t heard me. Nobody has. And if you have, you are one of my three best friends. I don’t rap to sell shit, to get my name out, or anything. I rap so I can add my own music to my library until I feel comfortable with releasing it. And I have all sorts of fun doing it. I never said I made it, I never said anything close to that. I’m a long way from anywhere, and that is precisely where I want to be with my life right now. You’re still not approaching this properly if you are trying to keep any dignity about the product you are trying to brand. I’m just trying to help you all. Yeah, you guys got a real good look by getting on Shade45. However, you passed up the entire underground crowd, and New Orleans is a very different market for music. I hope that you realize that. If not, it’s been cool networking with you.Dennis Holt September 23 at 6:55pm  ReportBullshit Stop Messaging Me-Im only going to ask Once

Modern Man’s Hustle- Atmosphere (my remake)

You were standing there, I just made a wish
The sun caught your features, and I took a glimpse
Of eternal bliss, embodied in a human
I know that God made the best art when he created woman
Staring off, looking, thinking and debating,
Both inspired by the beautiful, double meaning waiting
To manifest itself as the apple of my eye,
I know it may sound fruity, but hey it gets me by

From day to day I stay awake dreaming of your face
From night to night the same occurs until I’m out of place
I wanna place my entire heart in your being
I wanna walk in your shoes just to see what you’re seeing

Hello there, do you know me yet?
The friend who’s there to dry your tears when you’re upset?
Look no further, but you don’t know me yet
I’ve told you a little bit, my problems are heavyset

Fuck being proper, I hate being couth
I’m gonna be who I am and spit sex in the booth
Tears and saliva make sure I’m alive there
And I’m gonna be the one that always listens so you know I care
I wish I was mute, so all I do is listen
I’ma call you glitter, the way your features glisten
When I’m looking out my eyes, something blows my mind
Sun hits them right, alright, alright, and your eyes are open wide
And it kills me, I always wanna look over,
You always hit your goals, female Matt Stover
So watch Ocho Ocho Sink-O as he attempts to embrace you
Sunk in your arms, no one could replace you
As the friend you’ve been, the one I’ll always have
The one who’d visit me when I’m sick, and calm me when I’m mad
I’m lucky to have you, and luck is karma’s dad,
So be my friend until the end, and karma shall enhance

Hello there, do you know me yet?
The friend who’s there to dry your tears when you’re upset?
Look no further, but you don’t know me yet
I’ve told you a little bit, my problems are heavyset

I’m a cheesy romantic with a romantic obsession,
I wanna look in your eyes, but it causes indigestion
Cause I don’t want you to see the pain I’ve experienced
In fact I don’t wanna put you anywhere near it
Because you’ve got your own life, and I’ve got mine,
I want you out of danger, emotional life line
The audience says I’m right, and so did phone a friend
So take a 50/50 on whether you are sent
To be the one to save me, or to be the one to guide me,
Both answers are right, so how can they rightly
Put me in position to get closer to you
Here’s an Atmosphere line, you love the people that love you
You hear the music they move to
But you don’t know you, that’s what I wanna do, just me and you
Doing some soul searching pearched at the spot,
Bring you a sweater in the spring, and water when it’s hot
Doing some soul searching pearched at the spot,
Bring you a sweater in the spring, and water when it’s hot
Doing some soul searching pearched at the spot,
Bring you a sweater in the spring, and water when it’s hot

Hello there, do you know me yet?
The friend who’s there to dry your tears when you’re upset?
Look no further, but you don’t know me yet
I’ve told you a little bit, my problems are heavyset
Hello there, do you know me yet?
The friend who’s there to dry your tears when you’re upset?
Look no further, but you don’t know me yet
I’ve told you a little bit, my problems are heavyset

Remake (Space Bound-Eminem)

I want to pick your brain apart until I learn to trust
I want me and I want you, that means I want us
One plus one equals two equals one
This means that we could defy mathematics, hon
So what are we waiting for, open your mind, explore
The inner core of our beings till all we want is more
They say that the voyage to the soul begins in one’s eyes
So why am I so afraid to look at you?
Because I know that you look at me and I’m uncomfortable, true
But I really don’t want you to see the pain I’ve been through
And I’m doing a good job avoiding it, too
Cause if I look back at you, your eyes will just pierce me
Emotions go nuts, and I’ve avoided that nearly
So I’ma keep looking away, till I can have you today
I know your lips don’t want to betray,
But call me Monty Python, I’m a funny ass snake
Don’t call me a scam
I promise I’m not fake
But now I’m fucked in the ass, I’m in the prostate
So you’re just in my dream for today

I’m aiming right at you, you’re in the crosshairs
I only say Jesus Christ because this cross I can’t bear
That’s why I get grizzly, but this time Simon don’t share
So I go solo dolo, just to prove life’s not fair
I’m a haggard, tired, human, but I still plead for you
One person who won’t hurt me, the only thing I need from you
I love your embrace, it takes me to new levels
My New Orleans lover, modern day Noah and Allie
I’ll sweep you off your feet, I wanna hold you in the alley
It’s more than a crush, I want you badly
But you’re not mine, so I bow out sadly,
I wish life was Sublime, then I could be Bradley but I’m a

Apple of my eye, story of my life
I’m in this game to try to find a beautiful wife.
A partner with whom I could enjoy a streetcar ride
And whose heart has some joy I could hide inside
Something deeper than plastic, thicker than molasses
Sweeter than the ‘Honey’ Hugh Augustine sings to your asses
I’m a sucker for love, the adoration lollipop
Don’t twist my heart though, I’ll break like a gummi drop
Kiss so long to all music, including my love of hip-hop
My life was one big battle, Don’t Flop
But now it’s GrindTime, so this bridge I’m about to Jumpoff

I’ll still do anything for you,
Regardless of whether or not I could have you
But I’m over now, hurry up and save me,
I’ve got a lot of actions for your heart, don’t call me Miss Behaving
Now it’s back to this music, back to their slaving

My newest song (I remade Sing For The Moment- Eminem)

My sleep pattern is a nightmare, I don’t care
But there goes my sleep, vanish through thin air
Welcome to the life of an insomniac, alias Dominic
The black sheep of the family who used to get smacked
Around, so I just fell on the ground
Cause if I get back up, he’d pound and he’d pound
Once upon a time, I got hit by a dinner plate
And I kept my patience about me, but now I learned to hate
So I swear to the Almighty that I wish you’d apologize
Cause I don’t consider you family, didn’t even let me hide
In my emotions when my father passed away
How would I consider you family today?
What you want me to do? Congratulate you?
You held me in captivity for seven years, and that’s cool?
I stayed away from home so much so I wouldn’t get hit
I stayed away from home so I don’t deal with your shit

I trusted you with everything I was, I wasn’t, and I would be,
You lived life as a Baby Bash groupie
Who put out, for Casey, Brendan, Uriel,
Jean, and others, just go vomit in your cereal
You tried to tell me you were throwing me out,
Because that’s what Megan wanted, is that what you’re about?
Without a backbone or spine, I’m silent
You’re lucky I wasn’t like Brendan, or shit would get violent
Knowing that we had a thing and you had sex with him?
I should have thrown his ass on the ground right there and then
Threw him in the Mojave desert and left his ass there
Pulled a grenade and given a salute to share
Stabbed him with a cactus just to see his back hurt
Open up his water bottle and threw it in the dirt
Rub salt in all this bastard’s wounds
And fed him a plant, poisonous mushrooms
What we had I wanted forever, I wanted to marry you,
You made out with Kito right in front of my face, right after you called me your boo
And you’re wondering why I want you dead?
I’ll give a hint, you’re good at using your head.
Do you understand what you made of me?
You barely even remember, just vaguely
Knowing I woulda jumped in front of that car in ten seconds
Is the only time you offered me protection
Knowing I felt suicidal was the only time that was vital
Because your legs in the air is just a dance recital
So I’m sorry for ever being in your life,
And I pray to God that you die tonight.

Thanks for missing graduation, one of many things you missed
I’m not calling you a bitch, I’m just feeling pissed
That you couldn’t be there for your own son
I offered to drive 100 miles to pick you up, MOM
Instead you spent a night with a random guy,
Yes I do have license to let my thoughts fly
On what could have happened that you abandoned me,
I can’t talk to you via phone, so no need to explain to me
What’s gonna happen, that I warned you about,
When you move to Montana with Clayton, in your life I’m out
I can identify with you however, shitty handwriting
But I can’t understand why you think that you’re a queen
All attention is on you? What about the prince?
Oh yeah I’m the court jester, as funny as jumbo shrimp.
You had no idea how much your kids used to need you
And now you feel bad because in life, your kids beat you
For the level of sanity and being educated,
And practicing our freedom, and not being so complacent
Not shitting on the two family members that Chris respects
And we carry our own thoughts on actions like sex.
We’re enlightened to an incredible extent
Cause I’m not a piece of excrement that hasn’t been picked up yet
And I don’t apologize if this brings tears to your eyes
Because that will be the first time that we see eye to eye.

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I want…

You to dig your nails in to me

The sensation of skin against each other

You to hold me like there is no tomorrow

Your hands running up and down my back

To put you against a wall.

To never have to wear a shirt

To do something ridiculously intimate.

Eyes

So I was talking to a friend today. And I looked at her eyes. And double took. Damn, they were beautiful. She knew I was looking at them. Something probably changed in my face. Smh. And the fact I tweeted it. Welcome to my life.