Meticulous

Meticulous

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

i spit words of the top of my head, head top
my girl topped me off with head then I went pop
then I said get out, you're hoggin up my sofa spot
give you gas money, funny, not if i won the jackpot
s***s im nuts and they on them too like a kangaroo 
i bounce around and clown inhale clouds
who fails now? you do somehow
that's right because this is my town
and my crown now, and not to go "bling blow"
or sound like an autotuned mad diseased cow
i wanna be big now, f**k how, i''m loud,
but my heart is loud
and my mouth is loudest i am the proudest
of my down-ness and your will to have it my way
while charlie sheen murders rebecca black on black friday
drive the highway, i'd like highly likely to have the
mighty priced pine for the nicely blindly price of free
you ain't ever done with me
See, I ain't a murderer, that's fucked up, and i got a family
I just torture mothers fuckers who deserve
trying to duck out of s**t, lie so they can prove it
what does that prove, that you have nothing to lose?
smell the maple nut crunch and wake the f**k up
blaze a blunt and drink a cup and smoke a square put on what I wear
no ice to glare just my swag shining from my shoes to my hair
if you say I don't give a f**k, it's true, coz I don't care
but f**k you too coz apathy's a b***h, and a curse gotta have a swear

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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