you're done

you're done

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

smoking sess to release stress from court unrest
overkill like going over the hill while poppin' pills in a purple dress
sayin what you aint heard of yet I guess my words upset
so f**k it jerking off in your fries and still collectin' a check
so let me take a guess you think that im trying to impress
so I can undress and f**k well shut up s**t I digressed
lust to love for murder, murder her, a murderer in the eyes press
win the prize for worst dressed but best verse, bet
been studying for a long time, so I consider me a self-graduate
super-duper flow like f**k the hoes that teeter toter like some flatulents
coz of what my stature is, like i'm a platinum thizz, and they after this
shrines up in my bathroom like they worshiping my s**t
coz i'm over-legit, and the with the rawness that i spit
all my loogies are cocaine boogies coz i got the perma-drips
if you slip up, fix it, quick, be swift with your s**t
and damn, can't believe i went a whole verse without f*****g saying

b***h b***h b***h
hoe hoe hoe
s**t s**t s**t
yo yo yo
f*****g done
say bye bye
coz now you gonna 
die die die

I'm addicted as f**k to drugs, like i'm playing black jack
and never can bust, it's like i'm f*****g your girl and never can cum
my life is in a rut, so I get high and fly six feet underfoot
so many chemicals and remidol and tramadol oc
oxymorphine, speed, trimspa and xtx
acid shrooms air duster and your f*****g mother
all things i like to abuse habitually
and I hate women for they lack of mental capability, like some comprehensive handicapibility,
how does a s**t live knowing she's a s**t, she's a f*****g s**t!
a w***e getting f*****g torn up like porn for a few one nights stands
and sucking for a blunt to her lips, but i smack a b***h
we fucked, i ducked, chickens cluck, don't give a f**k, so what?
getting this stress off of me i'm toking so much weed
that i'm stealing yours like i'm on shopping spree
like i raided your trap, aparment or home legally
when i corrupt the youth to get an amendment saying
i can do whatever the f**k pleases me, amazement never ceases b
look at how fucked up i am but can never see the end
But i'm spitting legit, and only quitters ever quit
it's not effecting my s**t, i'm still on point
with the whit, gun at the hip, driving in the whip,
robbing a quicktrip, getting my dick licked
shooting dice guys and getting nice smoking ice
doing everything that gets me fucked up, here, give this a try

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

....This is remarkable, I enjoyed this write, I l oved the begining of it the best.The ending line came in and i looved it even more.


Posted 13 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

145 Views
1 Review
Rating
Added on July 3, 2011
Last Updated on July 3, 2011