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by Baby Jayne

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1.
Perfect. 01:19
"He walked the line, but drew his own / She left bruises on the phone / She wished she could break his bones / When screaming turned to dial tone / Vile home, made of glass / Threw sticks and stones as people passed / No porch swing, no welcome mat / A single sign: 'keep off the grass' / She fought the past, he bought the future / Even with a plan, you can never be too sure / Sutures on her broken ribs / She had love she'd hoped to give / To perfect kids, a perfect husband / But what in this life's perfect? nothing / Worse is something much like fate / Run your whole life but can't escape"
2.
"I'll tell ya, baby, lately I've been thinking / It seems that our here vessel's got to sinking / My will is shrinking, let my next question sink in / Why do we only say 'I love you' when we're drinking? / Commence to winking, because we're sorta bored / But when sober even faux love can't afford / Been adored by strangers when tipsy that rip me / From sternum to stem upon waking, my scar's I earned 'em - every last one / My past's fun, but we've got a habit of painting / A sunnier history even if every day it was raining / 'cause these days it's pitch black / They tell me it's always darkest before the dawn, and I get that / But dusk comes again, faithful master, every night / And if we'll all live in total darkness half our lives / Then I say fuck it, pull the curtains, let's go for broke / And sign another man's name to your suicide note"
3.
Hereafter. 01:06
"Feet to the fire, got a wall made of back / Stomach in my throat, trying not to collapse / Been said, 'this too shall pass' / But I'm sitting here staring at the tool on the dash / Could turn thoughts into the truth in a flash / And to think, my life was so smooth in the past / I brood when I rap, but I sob off-camera / Can't carry this weight, such low stamina / Life's either famine or flood, no mercy / Every ounce of me's scar tissue, try hurting me / Image not concerning me, keep committing perjury / Forgoing pills and surgery, here lies a bit of carbon / That's decaying at a rate that's alarming / But not fast enough to cause no harm and I am fucking done / Hour after minute, every second is a curse / I want to be one with nature, being beckoned by the earth"
4.
"They want my silver tongue sliced / Prose verbose and yet so precise / Letters ignite a full-scale riot / I'll stay spilling my guts til they drape me in violet / If I'm breathing, I'm exposing my wounds, homes / There'll be plenty of time for silence at the tombstone / Bruised bones and metal bars aren't a threat / It's the words I never said, those are hard to forget / And I'll offer no defense, I was a coward / Knees knocking, trembling under their power / Now I don't just speak, I scream / And every word I say I mean / And you can say I'm mean, try to call it hate speech / 'cause I'm out there tryna unlearn the garbage they teach / Ego's on eleven, raising hell til it's heaven / Art is my weapon, make my mark with my brethren"
5.
"Looking out for number one, eyes upon my own agenda / Solitary, ostracized, not a soul that I'm a friend to / And if my tone offends ya or my words cause you worry / Just pretend I wrote this off the vodka, with my vision blurry / Claim you witness slurring, 'she ain't write this in her right mind' / Left field, real spiel, trust me, y'all, my sight's fine / Sober as Sunday morning mass, you can call me abhorrent, crass / But hand to the back of a science book, I will not let one more moment pass / Letting you think I am the girl you know me as / You could be on fire, wouldn't even blow on the ash / I blow counterfeit kisses, you can counter with hisses / But bet I silently dead you in bed, plus your child and your misses / It's a dog eat dog world, social Darwinism / I don't fear a row of bars, life is twice as hard as prison / Scars? a given, heart is hidden, chart the rhythm, marred your prism / I'm as selfish as they come, I just mask it with art and wisdom"
6.
"It ain't a question that I'm blood-curdling scary / Blow the brain out the back of your neck, bust your capillaries / Intimidate clergy, shaking since they heard me / Spit my first quip, stones, sticks, I'm unnerving / Purging evil out of every pore / Literally life-threatening, not a metaphor / Locked behind metal doors, restrained like Hannibal / Bite your fucking face off, cannibal your mandible / Sick in the head, yeah, frontal lobe pneumonia / My smile is a disguise meant to lull you, it's bologna / I am your owner, here to possess you / Molest you like a Catholic priest, god bless you / I attest to swear on my ever-living breath / When a beat starts knocking, only ever giving death / I'm murdering the music, bloodbath status / 2-fer is the crew, not a half-bad apparatus"
7.
"I wouldn't save my own life, imagine what I think of yours / Shut up, you fucking child, eat your veggies, do your chores / Your big mouth's gon' get your little ass killed / Flexing your puny guns, with little rap skill / Something dope's what I'm making, you know I'm amazing / Little hell is what I'm raising, flow is so brazen / You are not worth saving, you ain't acting right / Grab a knife, embrace an afterlife of empty sacrifice / (Tryna maintain) circuits misfiring in the mainframe / One shell for this lame mayne and one for his main dame / And anyone down with you can get the same thing / Icy? let your chain hang, we will fucking rain pain / Sanguinary, damn, it's scary, used to be so positive / Not a sole moral left since being left no pot to piss / It's not a game, I live for beef, straight gobble it / Who's the target on this track? mate, it's obvious it's YOU"
8.
"All my heroes are dead, 'cause every hero I've met's a disappointment / But I've got this mic, and I've got this voice, so I guess this is the ointment / But this is pointless, a waste of money-making time / I've been at it how long, and still they pay no mind? / And I say those lines with tear-stained cheeks, pardon my composure / Or lack thereof, I attack, there's blood, pardon my exposure / Darling, it's over, I didn't intend to be alive this long / Told myself to write an exit plan before I write this song / Will write no wrongs, and I'll give no apologies / Life is a hollow seed, I will bear no fruit, and that's a gift probably / 'cause I can't even do for self, how selfish would I be to breed / When I refuse to outlive my twenties? hence the urgency / Purposely put myself in situations meant to end me / Made friends with seamstresses, but even they can't mend me / I'd amend these bars to spare you if I felt any hope / Penned these words with a well-worn pencil, but remembered plenty rope"
9.
Fight Song. 01:30
"I can see my breath in the air / The cold feels like a little death in the air / I ain't got a buck to spare, no luck to share / Stuck right there / Bottom of the ladder, too far to climb / I'm as vital to your success as you are mine / Don't dare write off the little guy / Destined for greatness, but remain a little shy / Go on and giggle, I don't need your co-sign / Leave me hanging out to dry - clotheslined / It's go time, win, lose, or draw / I might never be a glimmer of the winner they saw / Winner takes all, but we're left with scraps / Until they bury me at the left of my paps / Until I no longer exist, trust this / I'ma fight like my life is at risk / 'cause it is..."
10.
Targets. 01:22
"I work a job I hate to put cod on my plate / Swear to god my fate's to be locked in a state penitentiary / When the mention me, civilians / Hold a little tighter to their children, villain? / Never that, just an anti-hero / Straight lint in my pockets, I can ante zero / Dollars in the pot, holler if you're not / Content with the life you've got / One shot to make more than a couple bucks / We ain't starving, we're some supple fucks, g'head and double up / It's 2-fer the price of one / FUBAR, Baby Jayne - we're twice as fun / 'cause we came from the bottom, slaves to the Sodom / And Gomorrah, whore of Babylon, new rap culture / Shoot that vulture for picking at the carcass / John Wayne your frame if you're pimping as an artist"
11.
"A pox on your house, a plague on your children / I am not the anti-hero, I am a villain / Blood spilling from your sippy cup, silly fuck / Dropping knowledge, pick it up, before I beat you with the billy club / Pitch higher than Minnie Mouse, sit, wired and spinning out / You'll be dead before you figure out what I'm grinning 'bout / Slithered out of mom's womb, fully-formed fangs / Hannibal-ed her head, feasted on her warm brains / No chains can hold me, so vain, unholy / No shadows, no fingerprints, but still you know me / No hopes to clone me, sole of my species / Famished for flesh, on your soul I'm feeding / Greedy, witness the wrath of an oddity / Free of ancestry and progeny / Ride with me on a pale horse through the wiry gates / And drop you head first into the fiery lake"
12.
No Hook. 01:29
"I stay high on that poor man's cocaine / Barely breathing now, like I'm tied to a choke chain / Method and some methadone, bet I'm feeling no pain / Everybody's trying to be the hip hop Cobain / Live fast, die old, sixty in the slow lane / Sold myself until it helped, say it with no shame / #ratchet, take the co-sign over the co-pay / #rapshit, Hank Hill - stay spitting propane / Gold chains - never been the goal of this / No team, last picked, all I do is throw and miss / Bad bitch in a room full of chauvinists / If they really loved me, they'd encourage me to fold and quit / I've got some bolder wit, but pennies to my name / What if they don't even notice when I exit out the frame? / Reflected on the pain, and got a tear-stained notebook / Life's a siren song, and I am gone with no hook"
13.
Hate Hop. 01:49
"It ain't even a question who flows the goriest / I'm rap's Oscar Pistorius - how's that for a reference? / Show some reverence to the Bathory of rapping / C- student of the game and I will stay there happily / Emperor Palpatine steez - 'good, good' / You would offer to battle me if you could, could / But you are all computer talk, no action - Stephen Hawking / Leave your figure outlined in even chalking / You can save your meanest squawking, I speak dots and dashes / The rip of the clip and blunt end for the lashes / Though passive in past days, I'll bring your ass to its last days / Next time mama sees you, resembling remnants of ashtrays / Burn you like toast til you give up the ghost / Kidnap the kids, force open their lids, watch you shiver and croak / The bitterest hope eventually leaves you / What you're meant to be's see-through, this world doesn't need you"
14.
"Bet they didn't see this one coming - tricky mirage / Laughing at you and your fake ass - Nicki Minaj / Think we got a problem - Houston, Whitney / The greatest love of all is snorting blow off titties, get me? / Yeah, get me in your lineup / Before this time next year I won't be able to get you off of my nuts / Rocking one less ball than Lance Armstrong / Got a little buzz like a honey bee - swarm strong / Crew tight like virgin hymen / You're children of a lesser god, stop rhyming, start signing / Marlee Matlins of this rap shit / Lost a little weight, now everybody wants to tap this / Like a keg at an afterparty / Going 3/4 retard, can't stop the laughter hardly / Authenticate as jewels stolen from One-Eyed Willie / Rubies in my eyes, Goonies never die, fuck with me"
15.
"Overlook the Holocaust, hide a pedophilic ring / Never mind your caste system, free the people, kill the king / Sacrifice the reverend, burn his ass in effigy / I will answer every prayer if you ask, blessed be / Blindness, leprosy, infection rising steadily / Every lie that's fed to me's no longer in my pedigree / Tribe lost regrettably to glory, god, and gold / History rewritten, our story bought and sold / Yet this is just the way of things, The Nothing is what praying brings / Religion sits alone in musty rooms with its greying wings / Still here Grandma saying, 'swing low' and 'sweet seraphim' / But Nietzsche told me god is dead, probably time we bury him / Pull the wool from your eyes, time to sheer the flock of sheep / Not a word to utter to each other if you're not as deep / Closet freaks authoritating hordes of hating sycophants / The skeleton spits hell again, refuse to leave this shit to chance"
16.
The Tempest. 01:44
"Sibilant soundscape, puckering like politicians / Kiss hands, shake babies, this is the world we live in / Save the day or watch Rome burn? / Bite the hand that feeds you, crush those who need you, it's your turn / Everybody's out for self, we do this for us and without your help / You wouldn't be evident without your wealth, you're a fraud, with your pauses, you out yourself / We don't even have to pull the veil, it's all so surface / Still you speak, expose the philistine with no purpose / Gutless gospel, hyperbole, and it's all from the hip / Subterfuge, man, I loved this dude, til he stalled and he slipped / Let lies fall from his lips without his former sorcery / Promised to stay the course with me, betrayed, now I want his portion seized / Kill the king, go for the jester's jugular / In a canteen full of charlatans, I'm a self-confessed smuggler / Of earnestly and purposely pithy proclamations, not worth saving / Hear the honed high notes lifting out the basement"

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This is a collection of 16s (read: verses) that have ended up on other folks' projects or haven't ever ended up anywhere but here yet. Some are years old, some are days old.

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released April 14, 2014

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Baby Jayne Sterling, Illinois

Visual art + raps. Fat jokes. Nintendo. Hugs. Booty. Your Dad. That's about it.

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