Mr. Rhoads - Do Things Differently

Mr. Rhoads - Do Things Differently

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

yo, check it, yo check it, check it, yo

listen up to the s**t that is pouring from my bowels
my bad excuse me, I guess that is my mouth
i'm born down south, but kansas city is my hometown
Said I vow Im on the prowl now to create that new sound
So I f*****g did it, because I gotta get it
get mine, born to shine, live life in the limelight
but first I had to resort to crimes,
petty theft and selling dimes
then a homie went snitch, punk b***h 
and now i"m staring down time

and selling burgers and fries
and I said f**k that
it's Mr. Rhoads time
so before I die
or they take me away for good

here's a big f**k you to everybody
who said I would never make it

Mr. Rhoads rips ya open, ya drippin blood like an ocean
commotion all around me and I'm trippin on the ecstacy
plenty of hennessy, lemon, sprite, sipping kc tea
and the cali weed, get some p***y, man that's all I need haha
don't give a f**k about money I just get what I want and dart
don't call it selfish just call it being street smart
and i make more deals thanfucking nebraska furniture mart
so don't get your smart a*s killed by a smarter a*s for acting smart
too smart for my own knowledge, dropped outta college
got into ballin, now I'm hauling - a*s
now b*****s are calling and falling in love,  
i'm getting my nut and saying so what- you trash
so get out my lobby like ricky bobby
you're sloppy, and if you ain't first you're - last
well with everyone on my back I guess that
I finally f*****g graduated - head of the class
my time is now can't ya'll see?
the hero you've been waiting for? it's me!
i'm aiming for the clouds
and I am never coming down you see
and I don't just mean that like a simile, metaphorically
i'm the meticulous mc who does his s**t a bit differently





And what will it be like
to be an icon
and asked to guest star
on a sitcom
with a model wife
and stacy's mom
man will my career be
thirty years long?
will critics dig my songs?
or will yall throw me out
man i could give a f**k less
i'm hear to blow brains out
so come on check me out

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on April 19, 2011
Last Updated on April 19, 2011