legitimateA 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!
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Added on July 22, 2011 Last Updated on July 22, 2011 Author
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