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A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

put down the cereal malt to focus on the serial assault
with the verbal talk, not even an herbal spark
to lift me off, most things just piss me off
sometimes when i'm out my right frame and state of mind
but i try and leave that m**********r behind
in the past, forget the future, coz the present's mine
so i could choose to talk about peace in my rhymes
or i could sell my soul just like kevin federline
trading out the hydro'dones for the microphone
to turn the lights on in my home
i don't think i deserve a right to the throne
because no one truly does
and if you think you do i won't even have to call your bluff
because you'll be stunting in public till they've have enough
and you've been shut down before you even truly came around
with the bland sound, that same clown, remain down
i refrain frown, space bound, amazed the way i take off now
if you're on cloud nine, i'm on cloud exponentially superior
so the one you're on is inferior, new word, you're diarrheayer
that's how i describe you, like the swine flu
always looking behind you like a paranoid paper boy
no such thing as the real mckoy because all that talk is a ploy
from the devil to imbezzle you out of all your joy
so eliminate hate and always try and do better
because you can only change yourself because you cannot change the weather

i am having some trouble keep my thing in my pants, or keeping my pants on
my life is themed a bad romance to a crappy dance song
i take off they lint thong then they gone
because of who just showed up on my front lawn
last night i was chilling with my girl in the car
park on my street, when, what the hell, who could it be
it's another breezy from earlier in the weak
she needed me to help her get to sleep
but i ain't said anything in deceit
i said she could come over but her a*s'd have to wait till three
but it was two when this c**t showed up
called me up, left me a voicemail, have fun with that dumb s**t
dont gimme wrong i will, i am not a robot
but i am mechanically relentless the way i dispense c**k
i do got heart, and a lot of it
coz i get a giant hard on from raw loving
coz if you aint got love ya aint nothing
another message received "hey pumpkin"
from a texas twenty something, ain't that something?

© 2012 Hunter Zabbai


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can anybody understand me?
am i coming in clearly?
change your radio fm station to am,
wake up in the a.m. in pain from last nights over hang, amen
tired of lame friends they getting tamed with my insane pen
your souls been drained from sin's, prayers aimed at him
falling down and i banged my shin, don't gotta change to win
with the range i spin is as crazy as the way i spit
walked into a walmart, threw your baby in a shopping cart
went to fedex and photcoppied my a*****e making a f*****g fart
my art is sharp my heart is dark
and that's the price i gotta pay
for the fortune and fame
because nothing in this life is truly free
you can have anything youwant for a friendly fee
imagine everything that you could achieve
by selling your soul and morals for a couple g's?


Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on January 11, 2012
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