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