new gunsA Poem by Hunter Zabbai
so what else do i have to say?
i don't have a single motherfucking to prove to you, okay? so let me be on my way and let my s**t play this has been my formal introduction to the game and now my life won't be the same with all of the money fortune and fame but my old problems will be my new problems in a new way this world ain't made for someone like me whose so strange from the cradle to the grave i've been hogging my own lane faster, attacker, blaster, b*****d, have ya, heard of a word or a pun for something so fun first you start with an h, which it stands for hell coz thats where your soul goes if you wanna get some albums sales then you get an i, like an eye for an eye, ice so nice and blow lines of white till your blind then you get an p, which stands for the police coz thats who's gonna catch you f*****g around on the streets then another h, just for the helluvit get a little irrelevent but still rep like your heaven sent then you go with an o, that's when start kickin ill flos gotta have more stamina than these amateurs and just go pro finally you end up with a p, which stands for profit because you can't get f*****g famous if your cd flopped and nobody bought it i really can't explain what it is about hip hop that drives me it's prolly the way i get inspired by the great mc's to crush the weak mc's, the weakly, weekly oh so meekly, afterwards take their dead bodies and leave em in wendys
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