My Rhyme book

I am Damion Ray Lance. I like writeing rhymes, It helps pass time. I dont like mimes, that cant even speak, so dont try and cheat casue you'll just get beat.

Blown to bits, abondon in the pits, dug down deep treated like scrap heaps

I love the moon, it reminds me of you

You the sun, not the sun jsut the shine

Moon rock clock, Tic tok kesha rocks

I be the chief, I smoke ya like beef

Pass me the keys 

Pissing out cheese 

The discutucsing not disturbleing cure In a freaking puke

Blown bits clowned to hiss 

One kiss eternal bliss 

it turned into a hiss

A desturctive fight

that lastest a night 

No sleep for good

Only eveil for the bad 

What comes around and goes around never ends liek a fad 

Be glad, you aint the one thta left 

I feel like I got locked up for theft 

The senctece was over exaderated 

Go in the boat pit up the rod and bate it 

Everything is faded

My life got lost 

in a dark white frost