fasjkfbkdsajfA Poem by Hunter Zabbai
right now im on some real hustle hustle s**t
coz this living to work to get bye i'm f*****g done with it never quit, persistent, till my name is on wikipedia coz fans request it i blessed this verse, anti-biotic to your curse, noticed like a mustard stain on a white shirt, i was born last, but feel like the first quit my job today as i pissed on my managers t shirt let loose so i choose to do this rapping s**t coz it sound cool f**k that, music changed my life, back right, kept my targets on sight limelight and prime-time, a total reversal rehearsal from the crime-time my life it's mine, only one chance to make yourself shine like a prime rib no fib i'm usda one hundred percent the best money well spent i know you're controlled by dollar menus coz government screws you so i f**k the government sideways till they s**t's loose used to rock a chevy malibu till i wrecked into a bank, that's true never huff air duster while you drive, try to arrive alive what am i saying, if i could do it again, i'd act like the motherfucking fool i am the plan, man, is to kill stan, rape pakistan, dropping bombs like hussein on crack and i'm the right hand to every left, the better of the two, dominant in chess coz that's what life is, so don't be the pawn, a fawn f**k up the whole front lawn and crawl if you fall, ball your whole life, after all the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls so check out ya subway, five dollars goes along way economy got on top of me like fifteen hits of sunshine lsd now i must be trippin, what am i sippin this beer oh yeah it's clear now my head's in the clouds of dodja not to lose composure, run you over in a land rover stolen, holden caulfield of rap, you emcees are phony and wack and i'll keep talking s**t till my bones erode no control, these flows, keep my a*s on the road composure is kept, when i slit your throat on ya front steps who's the best real emcee with lyrical excitement like me? i guess you call em legends like jay-z, em and biggie but that orders backwords, so listen to it again take my words to the headlines with a spin i'm on it again, the chronic, boughten like a pawn at an auction know that no other emcee knows as much as me intelligent, heaven sent., with a bullet proof vest, to plow through all the rest i get your girl undressed, you flow bounce like a bad check i never rest, until i get my shot at fame and deserve respect but somethings just don't exist like a b***h who clean and cook with big tits so emcees quit ya sissy fits about the bling and the cars here's a real rapper with the mindset of a rockstar f*****g people up at bars, slipped in just another sin when i wake up guarantee i'll be back again try and kill me i'm eternal like the infernal fire you liar i'm tired of liars taking over this rapping f*****g empire it's like ever since biggie left there was a skill that was never met so quit with the kottonmouth, my flow is wetter than a b***h down south of the border watching hoarders while your w***e borders by controller old school like nintendo ain't playing pretend, yo i keep it old school, to break new rules new school just fools, take a look back if you wanna be cool haha, you a fool in a dunce hat with a hunchback you soundwack get on the stairmaster for you get on the track
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Added on December 24, 2010 Last Updated on December 24, 2010 Author
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