up up and away

up up and away

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

gimme this sixteen i'll be one lean obscene fightin machine
i'm white but i bite with a sting, you trifling, so why try anything?
you ain't frightening, youre not even thunder or lightening
i'm hurricane katrina and youre fema, running a feva 
you going about as hard as justin beiber
i ain't from cleavland but i'll give you a fat steamer
spin off, spit raw, gotta sick jaw to turn words on yall
all day no delay with the verbal ak coz when im off the scene
you're m***********s are just dying for me like you withdrawing from a benzodiazapine
in the benz with a gat that's clean, spittin raps that obscene
can't get on the tv dont need to sell no cds
i rape for the game f**k the money fortune and fame
getting dames? already got a bag of dimes to my name
aint that a shame, i'm just doing this for the love of it
or for the f**k of it, or how many f***s i just dont give
how awesome it is when i spit at the lips
and ripping your ribs with the verses that i give
dispersin the knowledge and the wit quick gotta keep it legit
never gonna back down or quit

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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