ballocksA Poem by Hunter Zabbaiyeah, 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 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
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Added on October 22, 2011 Last Updated on October 22, 2011 Author
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