shook ones

shook ones

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

i'm motherfucking dope, let's get that straight off the bat
that's why these fake mc's can't get off my dick, cause opposites attract
paula abdul stool feels real cool when i hit her from the back and make her drool
3.2 gpa in high school
selling 3.5 bags at night to shady dudes
listen to shady's tunes, get brainy and b***s, so check it
realized your crew featherweight
so i levitate and won't hesitate to annihalte
leave you no chance to retaliate, time to waste
say goodbye today, you tried your best, okay?
but your best wasn't even as good as my staph infection
posuers can't even get a job here like it's the great depression
i'll rape your selection, i'm the entire frozen foods section
learning and burning and filled with perservatives
while these other fresh cats go gold, get mold and get old without earning a cent
during my pen sentences i perfected my pen sentences
so i've been sentenced since the age of ten to rhyme time and time again
no more crimes for him, just prime time living life, letting records spin
getting a wetter chick with this better dick
got caught short handed in the court,
doing lines of white with a w***e, smoking newports
knocker her up, had to abort a torn uterus with a torch
on her porch, global warming like al gore
i ate your momma's pork with my spork
in the morning supported, stoned her, knocked her out like a homer
i'm a loner except for a b***h for me to stick this boner
when i bone her, never losing my composure
i compose the dope for sure, you hoping for a turn
well here's a lesson learned:
don't ever where a goddamn condom if you want your f*****g penis to burn
you ain't believing i serve the swine flu right in front of you
what you gonna do? suburbia disturbin ya? i aint heard of ya
you but you aint me or kc so we can be
like wendy's, i got the motherfucking beef, hoe


i'm attacking your crew the assassin to your rule
and like two years ago i just graduated my a*s from high school
so now i say bye fools and tell the world to say hi to my stool
coz you gonna love my s**t so much you wish it filled up your backyard swimming pool
what the f**k is a subliminal message anyways? check it:
if you kill a f*****g police officer you won't get arrested
don't get hiv tested, make sure little kids get molested
just please don't buy into everything you f*****g hear
even if you in the rear, gotta have some mad ears
so pass the beer while the wheel i steer
stear clear caught you staring at my headlights like a dear
you better f*****g fear when we here, coz we here
and we don't fear nobody
these f*****g p*****s is all the walking dead like zombies
wearing a sombrero to a chinese restaurant
drop acid in the parking lot, also dropped some acid in the parking lot
barfing on a hot cop my wonton soup all over her monsterous humongoulous f*****g b***s

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on November 1, 2011
Last Updated on November 2, 2011