hell's gatesA Poem by Hunter Zabbai
in my generation we were taught to want everything
can i get an acceptable explanation of how we bought and sought our world with a wedding ring? spitting f*****g real notes that's the steelo, i'm still broke but and running ya'll walking dead real slow you p***y's willow like a pillow with my ill flow you shoulda known, lack of knowledge now I'ma steal your show from the cradle to the grave i'm strange I swear nothing on this world could ever make me change my ways feelin' like the riddler realer and iller, former drug dealer prime slug squealer, get high and f**k, eat dinner, winner my words are like a dagger blade with aids from my sister renee after i let her out of her cage hop on stage, hip outta place i remain raw by using my chainsaw to point out your flaws or your jaw line, f**k it, your whole face eat the dead body too, don't let nothing go to waste i got an incredible appetite i need to eat right after i ate I'm the devil with a satellite, and I welcome ya'll to hell's gates. to hell's gate's. you're at hell's gate's. this is the path you chose, this is your fate look in the mirror, can you see you face? sprinted too much too early, left ya too weak for the race keep going and growing and knowing and kicking ill flowing, reaping the harvest of my sowing carefully constructed craft, getting blunted and blazing hash wearing a mask out back and snipe your motherfucking granddad while he's taking out the trash give your mom my rash, your little sister I had to blast attack you with raps make you feel wack like you just smoked crack no i won't hold back, and i won't back down i prowl around the pound like a hound ya'll are making puppy sounds my ex blocked my number, even defriended me on facebook tried to call me up today, she needs to learn her damn place and get raped cry and then cook i'm still the same ole crook like the one your read in that book i'm the serpent disturbing marijuana burning, these kids still be learning at a young age about things they ain't gotta know till they old but oh well, i guess that's how the story goes that's why we got children being born with fullblown AIDS and f*****s like lil wayne and kanye are still up on stage i hope rick ross sits on both of em and breaks there face gets outrun in a chase, freezes to death in a frozen lake just like muhammad ali i say I been balling all week ain't been stalling, no sleep more like john lennon i'm deep realer than your favorite photo album family picture it don't matter what i say coz everything gonna offend ya more truthful and dutiful than abraham lincoln so here's a list of things that's on my mind, let me begin, umm: casey anothony murdered her baby and got away with it i hope she f*****g dies getting raped in prison and falls victim to aids sickness tired of labels and fables, nothing people ever do or say is stable we all wanna change, but most are unable repeating the cycle ending up like michael or jason wake up at 3:00a.m. watch the excorist and experience masterbation but that's just not dirty enough so wait for the kids on yo gabba gabba to receive a bad flirty touch then it's on to murdering poseurs right at four twenty stepped up to the wolf gang but ammadeus was playing around with his gay sis they played, twist er, twist her, hit her, kill her, don't miss her, piss on her picture off on a tangent again, so i franticly sin, like i'm demanding to win planning demolition, single handedly put an end to, you, champion s**t this is for everybody that buys the lies sold to you time after time live life like a zombie open eyes but still so blind so don't buy into rhymes, just buy into truth don't be a filth like these swine, just stay true to you
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Added on October 16, 2011 Last Updated on October 16, 2011 Author
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