ballocks

ballocks

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

yeah, you know man
life is difficult sometimes
but YOUR life is how YOU perceive it
have the best perspective, have the best life
now, how do we know the best perspective?
well thats' life and you just gotta find it
for yourself

word up

everytime i rhyme i get a little closer to my prime
i be thinkin that all yall lie because your claiming that you are fly
but I let these thoughts subside and they crawl deeper inside my mind
and then everything i try to hide it comes rushing out at night
and the animal is created, I've been post marked and dated
experiencing some alienation inside of this fucked up alien nation
what are you waiting for, your paying a w***e for masterbation
so while ya'll lay down on floor, I attack with rap castration
i'm depleting your frustration with my deep penetration
of these beats in the scene, i'm the underground king
they say life is a scary thing, never know what tomorrow bring
but everyday we win the lotto, if you know the motto sing:
nothing in this world could ever make us run for cover
i'm just another white brotha trying to find the right lover
and the florescent light that blinds the masses with these shutters
bugs, drugs, love, slugs, blunts, f***s, shut up
sick dude, real tunes, still lubed, will you
believe in everything you see and hear, or the real truth
that everybody else on this planet is just like you
kill two birds with one bullet, pulling up your see thru
you shouldn't be judging me just because my skin is white
ya'll should be loving me because you know i'm motherfucking right
the devil's got a satellite, he's got one helluvan appetite
but i'm rapping right, stabbing guys, get in your ears like a parasite
sit back with my track, to help you smash or smoke relax 

used to cop hot zones, got me a smart phone
walked into k-mart got some dome from a hard to get hoe
i been throwing up punchlines like a bottle of everclear
ya'll on my steady rear, i'm in ready gear, hater's i'll never fear
getting leverage by being clever dear
coz people come and go in life like it's a 7/11 here
best betting nine eleven didnt cause me no tears
but don't go around beleiveing everything that you f*****g hear
i'm an your subdural space, worm brain, "GET OFF ME"
but nobody can stop me, i live my life hip-hoply
get my adjectives from hades, i can verb the noun
the best up and comer around, ya'll be eating while i'm serving this sound
i'm abhorent with swords and i'll poor you some porridge
with some groceries i cant afford, but man at least i can rhyme with orange
getting suited up to take out the odd future little league
come out of the tape deck swinging bats bigger than f****n oak trees
releasing stress, releiving depression
so no second guessing ya'll can't pause at my intersection
first round pick, man i heard my sound sounds thick
twisted, demented, maybe just a little wicked and sick
i'm so motherfucking ill that the only reason i'm alive today
is because my cancer is eating up my full blown aids

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on October 22, 2011
Last Updated on October 22, 2011