End Of The GameA Poem by Callum McleavyEnd of the game but the start of something new.
I stick my dick in this game like rapist,
Monday to Friday like a regular basis, White to black calling my self a racist, Calling me a racist doesn't faze me, Just like taking galaxy from a baby, Raping behind bars like a prisoner, Child fiddler, The name that comes to mind is Garry Glitter, Not Michael Jackson he proves to be a quitter, Rated top of pop but not any more, B***h died rich w***e wives just left with his corps, That's rotting and blocking the exit, Quick call a medic, Margret Thatcher needs testing, Suggesting that she needs us to start protesting, About all these MPs that we take with a pinch of salt as we are digesting, No attention seeking, When i write bars or when i'm speaking, Laughing at the pigs squealing, © 2013 Callum Mcleavy |
StatsAuthorCallum McleavyNottingham, United KingdomAboutI really hope you will all like my lyrics, Some of them maybe be rude but its only words. more..Writing
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