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A 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

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Rap & Rock on H ... Not as brutal as your other poems but just as powerful and packed with confidence and deviance ...
NG's is filled with no f*****g flop ... Tight and to the point ...
Keep crushin' it, Hunter!
GBU

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on October 22, 2011
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