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A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

write me off! say i'm a convict call it nonsense
but step up to my block i'm choppin, and i ain't stoppin
this acid got my brain tossing, you graze the target
think you just need to come out of the closet
you're just a little upset that your cd flopped and nobody bought it
acting all crazy now, people think that youve lost it
people just been waiting for the honest artist to enter the market
now that everybody got it they went out and bought it
and i already feel accomplished my game i'm barely on it
but yours i got it bogarted coz you spit and it sounds retarded
like a fat b***h that just farted, please dont get me started
i may be on fire but you'll soon learn that i'm cold hearted
and what it takes to be a star? baby i got it
so lemme get some brains, i'll go further with more knowledge
idiotic,  and wisdom is intelligence
you reppin imbellishments never fresh, why ya fellas selling it?
i;m a felon inhaling dust with i'm impaling sarah palins c**t
f*****g up a s**t, getting my nut, making her make me lunch
never giving a flying f**k, you just a lying duck
and im the silly rabbit here to put an end to your run, s**t out of luck

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on November 15, 2011
Last Updated on November 15, 2011