No LiesA Poem by Hunter Zabbaidon't give a f**k like I'm celebrant was a nerd in high school, now I'm intelligent Used to drink, smoke, & get hella bent almost died thrice, ain't an imbellishment Say I got a garbage mouth, b***h you get a backhand I done been eating s****y rappers, call me trash can I'm a nice guy but you'd be surprised by the amount of hate in this brain behind my eyes, no lies independent, so I blow myself up like an Afghan How can you claim to be the champs when you're camps suffering from menstrual cramps? I won't catch up to your campaign, but I can't complain because I'll remain the same while you change for fame The name of the game is money over everything The blue bus is calling us for a better scene So serene, so pristine, Kill enough people so I can prestige never enough things, never gonna be enough for me Call of duty, modern warfare, the world's at war Let's just watch the belmont stakes and go on down to the liquor store pour some more, for four w****s, is your car a four door? something strong is wrong with these broads tan so much even their p*****s are orange
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Added on June 10, 2012 Last Updated on June 10, 2012 Author
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