kick in the door

kick in the door

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

the way I see it, best believe it
i'ma be a mother f*****g

thank you big, for showing me how to live
how to slang crack lounge back in my apartment, never a f**k to give
even though i got a pocket full of em, you're never getting none
all you get is a middle finger, a pulled trigger, and some f*****g bread crumbs
ya'll don't what the f**k i can do with a little ink and paper
gimme a chorus to sing then i'ma rape ya
can't get on radio if you cuss, so f**k it
ya tape is dubbed like an enemy of the public
i put my pubes in your soup, dice to shoot
thirty day bids, coming out in coupes
so gimme the loot coz i'm ready to die
living the dream by not telling no lies
it was written from the beginning
how in the evening i'll be pleasing
you and her, listen to my tape while i'm the car beating
her up to my own s**t, narsc-a-f*****g-cist
you could never end this, like i'm infinite plus one
handgun's for fun and the result is your done
the war's won, but the battle still ain't over
can't remember the last day I was sober
i feel like i was born with fourty four four leaf clovers
posuer, laying dead in his red range rover
you playing opossum, and am just awesome
you were done even before my story begun
walked into the club, blasting my subs
growin up, showing out, shootin up, dippin the f**k out
perfected my flow, so you homos know, wiz came out
of the closet coz his image he bought it
him and the bieb give each other the anal squeeze
s**t goes in deep, causes the anal leek
this crap's not for the bleak or meek or heart
smoke a blunt in my car then dial onstar
"yes b***h, you can f*****g assist me hoe
come over here, my car broke down on the paseo
and i got a lil yayo and a couple glad bags
a black trash bag big enough to fit your fat a*s"
haha, only tellin' jokes all day
no more sellin' coke to folks, no way
on the broadway, life is like monopoly
hip hop is tina and i'm like ike when the speed gets the best of me
the only mc to smoke crystal meth in high school
no, literally in my high school
stayed up for nine days went to the school play
found out my principal was gay
had to kill him with an explosive bow and arrow like rambo
it's the same show, but i plan on getting paid though

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on August 30, 2011
Last Updated on August 30, 2011