role model

role model

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

i said i'm colder than the motherfucking north pole
when santa claus murdered the elves and ate his goddamn wife whole
and i truly dont give a f**k if i ever get an album sold
because i'd rather have a soul then sell it to the devil just to go gold
despensing flows the way i'm cumming on hoes
get it all over their bodies, from the eyes to their toes
blessed the sess, sound congested from all the coke in my nose
mellow out my high by blowing out all this smoke
and every single rapper that comes out is a big f*****g joke
you halfway crooks, your pathway i took, shoulda took notes
while i take tokes, toting a smithon wessen 357
blowing up ya set like your the twin towers and todays 9/11
i can't decide if i'm devilish or heaven sent
so f**k it i'm quicker to deliver the s**t that make you irrelevant
you been gettin' hella bent, ain't been a finer fella since

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on October 25, 2011
Last Updated on October 25, 2011