legitimate

legitimate

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

i'm legitimate, the real s**t, don't peel clips
my penis drips and you lie dead on cement
leave no semen, best believing perfect crime is mine
and i'm always on time, even when i'm late 
tell my bosses be there later coz i gotta masterbate
and craft this trade with unspeakable traits
train of thought so dark scare a wiz kalifa straight
passing test's blindfolded with a's, i'm protege
i'm the go to guy when you wanna get high
but sometimes it's even hard for me to get by
that's why I write rhymes, get me through hard times
dreaming of the big times, no more cash checking lines
tired of selling fries and big mac's to mc fat a*s
rather get some a*s and smoke some grass
steal your cash and with my gat till I end up in a lac
spark sippin, energy drink pissing
i'm the game demolotion, what you been missing
it's me, a real mc, from the 913
dirty south raised kc, can you feel me?
broken home, so i do coke and smoke dope, ya know
sorry but i just got no love for these hoes
they put theyself in that position when they took off they clothes
no more suburban life, ain't want no trophy wife
i wanna f**k angela lansbury with a knife
in the night, out of sight, who am I?
protege m**********r, now it's time to die!
we're only a product of our enviroment
that's why i'm irrash like psoriasis
you soft like papayas, loft in the islands
rather live back down south 
with real people with real things to worry about
not my daddy won't give me an ipad six
and a g6 so I shot him with a ten clip
watch the blood drip, rub it on your c**t
mess up your make up and hit a lick
faster than i could call you b***h
makes me sick, b*****s get off my dick!

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on July 22, 2011
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