RUBBISH. UTTER RUBBISH

YK nd thursday,
presents
A compilation of ranting.
Rubbish, Trash and random Lamenting.
ok Peop, Thx for Readin.

Hello,
u confused fellow,
let me take u into a world,
a world where chaos Twirls,
A world sick enough,
Mad enough to make u hurl.
a world wit desions made,
a world, a struggle with fate,
a world wit God in Heaven,
a class named 127.

I'm sick, in the mind.
Insane.. One of a kind.
Freaky, at the same time picky,
I tink billy's excited,
at a light thats flicky
Hey my life is gettin bleaky,
Coz of this damn raps,
Sick of pretending to be some blacky
Make my name Dicky,
Sick of bein YK,
AsCOTthursday,
He aint no longer Satanic anyway,
Back to christ he says,
But will he stay?

I mean the block test was bad,
I didnt study
dont get me wrong
I didnt blog coz i was bored
Bored of blogging
Bored of talking,
Bored of answering messages that really mean NOTHING.
Bored of slitin my wrist,
Watchin my blood clotting,
Bored of writin my rhymes,
Bored of being emo all the time,

I'm sick, in the mind.
Insane.. One of a kind.
shit i already wrote this,
Its the same line,
I tink goin after them wasnt blind,
Really, I tink both of em r real fine.
u peop shouldnt be so emo really,
chill. no matter what happens to u peop,
i got it worse, so if u r readin this,
u can come lament wit me on my tagboard.
OH WAIT I DONT GOT NO DAMN TAGBOARD.
Coz i sick of the ROT,
i see there,
With all the STARES,
With all the glares,
DAMN NICE.
LiKE STEAMED RICE AND DAMN PASSERBYs.

PEOP LOVE ME,
BUT MOSTLY THEY HATE ME.
coz i'm arrogant.
the damn pride, the size of !@#$ing elephant.
The hate me coz YK's HORRIBLE LOOKING!
LATE FOR SKOOL WIT WEE PUNK LOOKING.
BUT Me Thursday, making fun at peop's expense
i mean damn.
I just did a whole song nd made no sense








thx for readin my junk

yijie: What i Once Was

As i closed my eyes and thought. i was myself evolve so much in the pass 6 mths. i'm turning.. i can tell.. slowly.. back to this monstrosity... What i Once Was..
People change.
do u find it strange.
i was like this once,
i smoke, i swear,
i hate, i stare,
i sin, didnt care,
i worshiped the devil,
with a Satanic flare,
only diff is,
which i am proud to say,
i used to cut myself,
but i never did it again today.
As i looked at the mirror and stared at AsCOT's eyes,
is this guy i see,
the real me i wanna be?
someone, wit no remorse,
no pity.
i'm sorry for wad i did jess.
it was so wrong.
i aint any longer the freaky halfwit who rhymes, does dumb tings and laughs about it.
I'm now vengeful, dark, emo, hated, Sad and morbit.
i feel aint just yijie anymore,
I'm also, YK,
and this AsCOTthursday.
I hate wad i've become,
Y hav i turned so numb.
i regret it now.
And i will turn back somehow.
The AsCOTthursday 2007
Leavin Satanism so i can gotta heaven

I removed the tagboard too...
1. coz i'm afarid of flamin
2. i figured i gave too much of a shit wad peop around me tink.
thats why i changed to this.

\anyway. Thanks for readin my junk

AsCOT: What doesnt kill u sometimes makes u wish it did.

I start to ponder,
as my holidays waste away,
i start to wonder,
with every passing day.

u see, As i was running,
i got hit by two motorbikes two days ago,
one after another.
the pain was unbearable,
And as it collided,
i watched my life flash by.
what hav i accomplished?
dont get me wrong,
it not that i want to die,
But in my current state,
sometimes existing,
makes u wanna cry.
As the bikes knocked me over,
i shut my eyes,
N readied my self for whats about to happen.
I WAS GOING TO DIE.
I shut my eyes,
And felt the impact's weapon.
I WAS GOING TO DIE.
I shut my eyes,
and wondered if i could make it to heaven,
I WAS GOING TO DIE.
I fell backwards as pain flooded my ribs,
and blood spilled from my veins,
My head collapsed on to this cold hard road,
I opened my eyes.
The bike hit me,
and i fell.
I was bleedin,
I could tell.
I was alive,
I skipped death's bell,
I was back in this body,
back in hell.

I survived.
The same way i took everything that got thrown at me by life before
I stared at the night's sky,
and wondered if i could still take anymore.

" r u alright?"
asked the bagadashi worker,
the one tat knocked me down.

"yeah."
i replied,
with a face that wore a frown.

I got up and continued runnin,
Though i was bleedin,
The guy stared at me,
But i started speedin.

U peop would not know how it feels like,
The way u look death in the face,
The way u get hit by a bike.

Isit the same as rushin into a fire?
when the situation is dire.
inorder to save yr mom u rush in head on?
I don noe. FUCK it... lets do it with don.