no obstacles

no obstacles

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

better than yours, no obstacles
like i said before my metaphors are better than yours
i can weather the storm with the way i perform
i'm ahead of the norm, hate me coz i'll never conform
lex luther in a panther suit feeling like freddy kruger with my ruger at your dorm
making a porn in the middle of a f*****g sandstorm
eatin' canned corn coz it's all i can afford
wanna get in a fight? we can pick up the mike
just to show you that i'm white but i can still do it right
i rap like the way i snipe with a knife at night, take out your lights
make a sigh as you begin to cry, while you try and
i've let you off the hook one too many times, so before you die
go ahead breathe the last breath of your life and just say goodbye!
everybody has to know that i'm out my mind
everybody needs to know that i'm on my grind
everybody gonna see that i'm in my prime
notice i'm the future the odd fell behind
fifteen minutes is up swine, you just spit shine
while i spit and it shines when i rhyme you get slimed
these jokes getting choked a sinking boat in a moat when i kill these notes
player haters gotta go, claiming fresh but you smelling old
dont give a f**k about no hoes gotta go for the gold
taking bong tokes in my stronghold doing a lotta coke
doing a lotta dope blowing a lotta smoke
these w****s always getting choked
find themselves at the end of my rope
snip[ing from a distance but i don't use a scope
fired a live rifle down the aisle at interscope
been this way since the day i gave up hope
but thats how the story goes
gotta keep on going with the show
keep going down on the road
cant ever sacrifice your soul
thats the one thing you gotta know
another day, another doller
i'm not a baller but you bet i'll holler
right at your momma i bring the drama
smarter than the dali llama
crazier than saddama, blacker than obama
kamikaze like osama, serial like the dahmer
i'm a darker barker, parker, and i fucked the bush daughters
so gimme another lager and i'll bash a f*****g blogger
for sayin who is hotter who makes the boiling water
well my game im on top of, aka mister show stopper
mc's are just window shoppers, i'm a worldwide f*****g chopper
slappin'  both your girls knockers, proceed to give her the shocker
i rock this s**t proper
if i see miley i'ma socker
and i'll throw her in my locker
man how i'd like to drop her, hot!
on again, off again relationship with prescriptions
can't quit and won't listen, stop ya bitchin
shut the f**k up or ima stick my fist in
i told you im relentless
no need for me to defend this
it's true i'm the realest motherfuckin dude up in this 

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on November 13, 2011
Last Updated on November 22, 2011