Why are you so f*****g serious?

Why are you so f*****g serious?

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

music all day my own way
this is my game
i'll play by the rules i make
and the risks that i take
to make or break my name
to chance a stake at fame
to fly like a plane
or crash like that plane
ran out of gasolane
runnin down a train track
trying to get my brain back
cause that b*****d got captured 
alive, died, and is coming back for the rapture
grew legs arms a body and bought a hat fer
and then two gats and
that's what the f**k happened
when the guy in the mask drunk off his flask
who flunked his safety class
movies bodies from his trunk to his basement as
one passed he smoked two blunts of grass
raping barely living and legal immagarants in the a*s
collapse wake up take a dash of hash
smoking opium like they owe me one
and you can find me on
nitrous oxide sounding like tech nine king kong
shamalamadingdong
repossessed my bong from the cops and smashed it
on my lawn with your mom's thong on
made her wear a strap on while i fucked her
while she fucked your dad up the a*s raw dog
f**k, should of wore a condom, now my dick fell off.

don't got no doctoring degree but i guess iam one, 
with no head i'll proceed to od off of every drug, 
accumulating a waste of brain cells like children 
aged twelve who fell way down some wells, 
i only fart to see how it smells, i'm going to hell 
and am absolutely fucked up in my mind because i'm so high 
even my watch clock stops and asks me for the time, 
so say you're illest rhymes i'll just pen mine
late at night in plight about the bars i'll be behind.
but you'll never see me surrender back down or cry
coz immortals never die, been in three horrible accidents
try me, death defying, i'm dope no denying so buy me!
i'm the anti-oxidant to the hip-hip s**t
the diahrea mysteria bacteria, bowel's cleanlier
not people friendlier, super saiyan sayin you shittier
act any bitchier and i'll bit hittin ya
smack you with a stack of bricks
s**t on ya and take a videa!
show you how I gave your mom chlamidea
sulfuric acid and piranas to be getting rid of ya
saying your prettier but now your on the media
dreadless headless breadless corpse fitting criterias
ya'll take life too literally

why are you so f*****g serious? x8

make me act delirious, it's clear i'm the most
meticulous, mc, to come out of the u.s. of a
and d.c. and you won't see me on m.t.v.
coz they'll say i'm trying to act black
and b.e.t. will say that white boy is wack
but mississippi and k.c. got me right on track
for me to rip this open, this dope s**t, im composing
and devising a virus so viral it spreads dead like
worldwide psoriasis
toking papaya while i get higher
murdering hoes like john doe for high
seven deadly sins ain't enough to get by

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on June 20, 2011
Last Updated on June 22, 2011