No Lies

No Lies

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

don'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

© 2012 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on June 10, 2012
Last Updated on June 10, 2012