Ryan RhoadsA Poem by Hunter Zabbai
If you don't know me by know
b***h you probably f*****g should i was the kid who would bring in drugs strapped with a mac 10 from the hood and sold em off like canned goods that's the reason that you're children's grades wasn't doin' too good man I'm so dope that like that s**t in your bowl that you toke, can't take me unfiltered, guaranteed to cough and choke, smoke you and drop ya off in a pond with natalie woods and ricki lake and scream "sleep with the fishes!...s**t, wait you b*****s didn't clean the f*****g dishes! that's only one half of the first verse and this next half I forgot to rehearse coz I burned some s**t that smell worse than michelle's p***y, must be that I smoked it all out my bong coz now my motherfucking head just fell off! never had no problem with obama just drama and people who ain't a problem solver so I go to the booth to spit my truth come back out looking fresh like let's resolve it with a revolver to kill all of ya like im straight outta compton I ain't trip-hop, I'm not hip-hop I'm not acid rap, funk, jazz or rock I'm just ryan rhoads, and I smoke pot be prepared player I got your girl on my c**k and lots of drugs coz my dad beat me for eating bread and butter, now I don't give a f**k my mother is a saint, my only paint on my body, god I, musta drove her insane she was always on me to be a better me and now the best me sell's cd's to make her money, ya see? make music as easily as I breathe even if I'm stuffed up from lightin' the blunt up to me, I feel like I owe music something see I've been at my wits end, then the same day begin and why the f**k would I wanna go through that s**t again? Then I sit back, relax, w/a sack and letta record spin hits my ears, deviate from fear, then I start to pretend of a world w/o sin, no more bullshit " you know what it is" and a day where no radio would dare play some s**t like wiz latifa, oh whoops, you were rapping? i thought I heard you queef I'm a real chieba chiefa, you don't wanna beef like a hindu don't eat cow meat, allergic to bullshit so when I'm around you, I get sick, and sneeze out a track but i'm so disgusting that I make your ears bleed and now I forgot that I was even stressed or depressed, nah mean? and that's what the f**k music is to me
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Added on May 25, 2011 Last Updated on May 25, 2011 Author
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