December 30, 2010
December 29, 2010
December 28, 2010
Alone
i was born alone
i think my own
private to the world
secrets only i hear
share my own brain
and air
do i rely on someone else
i breed me hug me
laugh with me
close my casket
wit me in it
just me
i think my own
private to the world
secrets only i hear
share my own brain
and air
do i rely on someone else
i breed me hug me
laugh with me
close my casket
wit me in it
just me
December 27, 2010
December 26, 2010
Street Salesman
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| Gotta Respect Them His focus was on the individual; he succeeded when he cajoled, flattered, managed, and overwhelmed a particular buyer's ego. The primary argument of the advertisement was public and general: This hat is perfect for you. While the salesman persuaded the customer that the item was peculiarly suited to his unique needs, the advertisement persuaded groups of buyers that the item was well suited to the needs of all persons in the group. The advertisement succeeded when it discovered, defined, and persuaded a new community of consumers. |
December 25, 2010
Jesus
...Jesus, had no servants, yet they called Him Master...
...Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher...
...Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer...
...Had no army, yet kings feared Him...
...Won no military battles, yet He conquered the world...
...Committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...
...He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today...
December 24, 2010
December 23, 2010
December 22, 2010
Ke$ha - We R Who We R
If you’re one of us, then roll with us
‘Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
And we've got our hot-pants on and up
And yes of course we does, we running this town just like a club
And no, you don’t wanna mess with us
Got Jesus on my necklace
I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth
I’m telling you ’bout the shit we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)
I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up uuuup)
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
December 21, 2010
Good Luck Soldier
The soldier fights for good,
The soldier fights against evil.
Evil fights against the soldier,
Good fights with the soldier,
The people help the soldier.
The soldier fights for the Politicians,
The soldier fights for his country,
The soldier fights for his religion.
The politicians send him of to fight,
The country supports his strength,
His religion holds him back.
December 20, 2010
Rihanna - Whats My Name
Oh na na, what's my name?
Oh na na, what's my name?
Oh na na, what's my name?
Oh na na, what's my name?
Oh na na, what's my name?
What's my name, what's my name?
[Drake]
I heard you good with them soft lips
Yeah, you know word of mouth
The square root of 69 is 8 something
'cause I've been tryna work it out, oooow
Good weed, white wine
I come alive in the night time
Okay, away we go
Only thing we have on is the radio
Oh, let it play, say you gotta leave
But I know you wanna stay
You're just waiting on the traffic jam to finish, girl
The things we could do in twenty minutes girl
Say my name, say my name
Wear it out, it's getting hot, crack a window, air it out
I can get you through a mighty long day
Soon as I go the text you gonna right is gonna say...
[Rihanna]
Not everybody knows how to work my body
Knows how to make me want it
Boy, you stay up on it
You got that something that keeps me so off balance
Baby, you're a challenge, let's explore your talent
Hey boy, I really wanna see if you can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey boy, I really wanna be with you 'cause you just my type
Ooh na na na na
I need a boy to really take it over
Looking for a guy to put you work up
Oh, oh
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
What's my name, what's my name?
[Rihanna]
Baby, you got me, ain't nowhere that I'd be
Than with your arms around me
Back and forth you rock me
So I surrender to every word you whisper
Every door you enter, I will let you in
Hey boy, I really wanna see if you can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey boy, I really wanna be with you 'cause you just my type
You're so amazing, you took the time to figure me out
That's why you take me, way past the point of turning me on
You about to break me, I swear you got me losing my mind
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
What's my name, what's my name?
Hey boy, I really wanna see if you can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey boy, I really wanna be with you 'cause you just my type
Oh na na, what's my name?
Oh na na, what's my name?
Oh na na, what's my name?
Oh na na, what's my name?
What's my name, what's my name?
[Drake]
I heard you good with them soft lips
Yeah, you know word of mouth
The square root of 69 is 8 something
'cause I've been tryna work it out, oooow
Good weed, white wine
I come alive in the night time
Okay, away we go
Only thing we have on is the radio
Oh, let it play, say you gotta leave
But I know you wanna stay
You're just waiting on the traffic jam to finish, girl
The things we could do in twenty minutes girl
Say my name, say my name
Wear it out, it's getting hot, crack a window, air it out
I can get you through a mighty long day
Soon as I go the text you gonna right is gonna say...
[Rihanna]
Not everybody knows how to work my body
Knows how to make me want it
Boy, you stay up on it
You got that something that keeps me so off balance
Baby, you're a challenge, let's explore your talent
Hey boy, I really wanna see if you can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey boy, I really wanna be with you 'cause you just my type
Ooh na na na na
I need a boy to really take it over
Looking for a guy to put you work up
Oh, oh
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
What's my name, what's my name?
[Rihanna]
Baby, you got me, ain't nowhere that I'd be
Than with your arms around me
Back and forth you rock me
So I surrender to every word you whisper
Every door you enter, I will let you in
Hey boy, I really wanna see if you can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey boy, I really wanna be with you 'cause you just my type
You're so amazing, you took the time to figure me out
That's why you take me, way past the point of turning me on
You about to break me, I swear you got me losing my mind
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
Ooh na na, what's my name?
What's my name, what's my name?
Hey boy, I really wanna see if you can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey boy, I really wanna be with you 'cause you just my type
December 19, 2010
Wiz Khalifa - Black & Yellow
Black stripe, yellow paint, them niggas scared of it but them hoes ain't
Soon as I hit the club look at them hoes face
Hit the pedal once make the floor shake
Suede insides, my engine roaring
It's the big boy, you know what I payed for it
And I got the pedal to the metal
I got you niggas checking game I'm balling out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell 'em
Just made a million, got another million on my schedule
No love for 'em nigga breaking hearts
No keys, push to start
Soon as I hit the club look at them hoes face
Hit the pedal once make the floor shake
Suede insides, my engine roaring
It's the big boy, you know what I payed for it
And I got the pedal to the metal
I got you niggas checking game I'm balling out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell 'em
Just made a million, got another million on my schedule
No love for 'em nigga breaking hearts
No keys, push to start
December 18, 2010
December 17, 2010
December 16, 2010
December 15, 2010
December 14, 2010
Kanye West - Run Away
And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
She find pictures in my email
I sent this girl a picture of my, hey!
I don't know what it is with females
But I'm not too good with that, hey!
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hoodrats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that's what I'm good at
See, I always find
And I always find
Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
R-r-ru-ru-ru-run away
Run away from me, baby
(Look at, look at, look at, look at you)
Run away from me, baby
(Look at you, look at you, look at you)
Run away
Run away from me, baby
You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
She find pictures in my email
I sent this girl a picture of my, hey!
I don't know what it is with females
But I'm not too good with that, hey!
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hoodrats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that's what I'm good at
See, I always find
And I always find
Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
R-r-ru-ru-ru-run away
Run away from me, baby
(Look at, look at, look at, look at you)
Run away from me, baby
(Look at you, look at you, look at you)
Run away
Run away from me, baby
December 13, 2010
December 12, 2010
December 11, 2010
December 10, 2010
Captain America - I Serve My Country
Captain America is not here to lead the country.
I’m here to serve it.
If I’m a captain, then I’m a soldier.
Not of any military branch, but of the American people.
Years ago, in simpler times, this suit and this shield were created as a symbol
to help make America the land it’s supposed to be…
to help it realize its destiny.
Ricocheting from super-villain duel to super-villain duel
doesn’t always serve that purpose.
There’s a difference between fighting against evil and
fighting for the common good.
I’m not always able to choose my battles…
but effective immediately, I’m going to make an effort to choose the battles
that matter.
Battles against injustice, against cynicism, against intolerance.
I will still serve with the Avengers.
I will continue to defend this nation from any and all threats it may face.
But as of today, I am not a “super hero.”
Now and forevermore, I am a man of the people.
Together, you and I will identify and confront America’s problems.
Together, we will figure out what we are and what we can be.
Together, we will define the American Dream and
make it an American reality.
I’m here to serve it.
If I’m a captain, then I’m a soldier.
Not of any military branch, but of the American people.
Years ago, in simpler times, this suit and this shield were created as a symbol
to help make America the land it’s supposed to be…
to help it realize its destiny.
Ricocheting from super-villain duel to super-villain duel
doesn’t always serve that purpose.
There’s a difference between fighting against evil and
fighting for the common good.
I’m not always able to choose my battles…
but effective immediately, I’m going to make an effort to choose the battles
that matter.
Battles against injustice, against cynicism, against intolerance.
I will still serve with the Avengers.
I will continue to defend this nation from any and all threats it may face.
But as of today, I am not a “super hero.”
Now and forevermore, I am a man of the people.
Together, you and I will identify and confront America’s problems.
Together, we will figure out what we are and what we can be.
Together, we will define the American Dream and
make it an American reality.
December 09, 2010
December 08, 2010
Aston Martin Music (feat. Drake, Chrisette Michele)
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta
Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what's up witcha?
I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it
I took some sense and made a nickel of it
I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers
With those lips that all that lipstick covers
You're never too grown up to miss and hug her
And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers
I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
This ain't the life that I'm used to
Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to
Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
And fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me
I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags
Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd
In one nigga, amazing shit
I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit
I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit
And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit
Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games?
I really think you stare at yourself and you see things
La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed
To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck wit
Fuck is up?
Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices
23 and goin' through a midlife crisis
But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife
And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live like it
Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment
And, baby, I'll never forget none of that
Girl, I told you I was coming back
Aston Martin Music Music (Aston Martin Music, Music)
[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle:]
Vibing to the music this is how we do it all night (all night)
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to the Aston Martin Music Music
[Hook - Drake:]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether that's right I will never know
But here goes nothing.
Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what's up witcha?
I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it
I took some sense and made a nickel of it
I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers
With those lips that all that lipstick covers
You're never too grown up to miss and hug her
And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers
I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
This ain't the life that I'm used to
Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to
Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
And fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me
I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags
Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd
In one nigga, amazing shit
I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit
I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit
And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit
Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games?
I really think you stare at yourself and you see things
La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed
To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck wit
Fuck is up?
Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices
23 and goin' through a midlife crisis
But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife
And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live like it
Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment
And, baby, I'll never forget none of that
Girl, I told you I was coming back
Aston Martin Music Music (Aston Martin Music, Music)
[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle:]
Vibing to the music this is how we do it all night (all night)
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to the Aston Martin Music Music
[Hook - Drake:]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether that's right I will never know
But here goes nothing.
December 07, 2010
December 04, 2010
December 03, 2010
Fabolous - "You Be Killin' 'Em"
You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight
Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48
A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
She look like the best money that I ever spent
Just watching my cutiepie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride
Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide
Looking good has it's sacrifices
Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices
Her body nice, face dime
Give you that iPhone 4, face time
Shorty in the streets, still handle the home
Enough class for wine, still handle patron
When them other hoes call I hand her the phone
And she hand em the tone
You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it
I dead em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Yeah I know that's what they all says
She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez
Keep it clean cut like bald heads
Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce
So you gotta ball harder than them ball players
All she wanna know is there a mall near us
Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her
But he ain't beat it up, I assault her
Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her
Slow strut like she walking to the altar
Hand bag on her arm cost four bills
And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal
Often imitated, never duplicated
They say she a dime, I say she underrated
I just met her so the next solution
Dead my old chick, execution
You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it
I dead em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
And you just came from the gym clothes
In a fitted cap and some Timbo's
And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes
Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose
Still killin em hoes
You still killin em hoes
You still killin em hoes
December 02, 2010
Black Friday - Lil Kim Diss To Nicki Minaj
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll be a murder scene
I’m turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th
Aight you Lil Kim clone clown
all this buffoonery, the shit stops now
time for you to lay down, I’m sick of the fraud
I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage
we all know your last name is what got you a job
you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage
since you putting on a show, you gon’ get the appaulse
clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage, yeah
this hood sh-t you and Drake ain’t built for
this the same sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for
I’m still counting what hardcore generated
bet my sh-t keeps spinning like it’s syndicated
corny broad I’ll you bloody like you menstruated
your hot air ass bitch should have been deflated
this aint a championship fight I’ve been the greatest
see the fact is, what you doing I did it
lames trying to clone my style, run with it
thats cool, I was the first one with it
you deluded kim wannabe you just hate to admit it
I’m the Blueprint you aint nothing brand new
check ya posters and videos, you’ll always be number 2
I seen ‘em come, I seen go, I still remain
sweety, you going on your 14th minute of fame
I’m over 10 years strong still running the game
cut the comparisons, I’m in the legendary lane
fighting for ya spot, y’all please, I’m solidified
with my hands tied, you couldn’t beat me if you bitches tried
either you high, or sipping that sh-t Wayne on
I get top dollar for whatever my name on
go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm
I drop bombs, FLex, Napalm
black and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto
Giuseppe’s when I step out, posted up in stilettos
p-ssy so pink like my kitty saying hello
if I whistle, they’ll pistol whip you in all five borough’s
I’m in Brooklyn, I’ll be everywhere comfortably
who pumped you and told you to come rump with me
you the type to run your mouth and then run from me
I’m poppin’ off in your hood with no company
come on, Queens aint showing you no love
I was there the other night poppin’ bottles with the thugs
you like Washington Heff(?) I’m Benjy.
You got a buzz right now, an’ I had a frenzy
oh yeah, welcome to the fam’, Fendi
you need to stop, you’re not hot, you’re a burning match
that means the end is near soon, copy that
oh I see, they really got you gassed like
I’mma think of the past
better slow down dummy, you bout to crash
stink p-ssy hoe, I’m giving you a bath
thermometer in hand and I’m coming for your ass
who you think you getting past
I see right through you, you’re whole sh-t is made of glass
[Nicki Minaj]
You see right through me
How do you do that sh…
I draw back, I’m a Brooklyn thorough bred bitch
rep for my borough bitch
never been the type to have beef and try to settle sh-t
I ride out till the wheels fall off
and my n-ggas squeeze til the last shell go off
f-ck ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdo’s
you’s a airhead bitch, scarecrow
haha, aint nothing old but my money bitch
hahaha, this is grown liquid assests
Benjamin’s my daddy you Young Money bastards
you and Diddy, sorry bunch of swagger jackers
I mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my income tax
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great
so on my next move, I’m yelling checkmate
I smell a massacre
Charles Manson you don’t stand a chance with her
Jeffrey Dahmer you looking like lunch to me
I’m bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy
leave you’re whole head red like Peg Bundy
you’re hilarious, thanks for all the laughs
you’re garbage so I’m taking out the trash
you sh-t on me, come on baby girl
ain’t enough ass shots in the World
you’re a nuisance, you probably steal my new sh-t
but you could never f-ck with me so chuck it up, Deuces
all around the World I ball like a ball team
I stack chips, call me Mr’s Rosteam
tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, your my offspring
Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring…
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll be a murder scene
I’m turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th
Aight you Lil Kim clone clown
all this buffoonery, the shit stops now
time for you to lay down, I’m sick of the fraud
I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage
we all know your last name is what got you a job
you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage
since you putting on a show, you gon’ get the appaulse
clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage, yeah
this hood sh-t you and Drake ain’t built for
this the same sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for
I’m still counting what hardcore generated
bet my sh-t keeps spinning like it’s syndicated
corny broad I’ll you bloody like you menstruated
your hot air ass bitch should have been deflated
this aint a championship fight I’ve been the greatest
see the fact is, what you doing I did it
lames trying to clone my style, run with it
thats cool, I was the first one with it
you deluded kim wannabe you just hate to admit it
I’m the Blueprint you aint nothing brand new
check ya posters and videos, you’ll always be number 2
I seen ‘em come, I seen go, I still remain
sweety, you going on your 14th minute of fame
I’m over 10 years strong still running the game
cut the comparisons, I’m in the legendary lane
fighting for ya spot, y’all please, I’m solidified
with my hands tied, you couldn’t beat me if you bitches tried
either you high, or sipping that sh-t Wayne on
I get top dollar for whatever my name on
go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm
I drop bombs, FLex, Napalm
black and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto
Giuseppe’s when I step out, posted up in stilettos
p-ssy so pink like my kitty saying hello
if I whistle, they’ll pistol whip you in all five borough’s
I’m in Brooklyn, I’ll be everywhere comfortably
who pumped you and told you to come rump with me
you the type to run your mouth and then run from me
I’m poppin’ off in your hood with no company
come on, Queens aint showing you no love
I was there the other night poppin’ bottles with the thugs
you like Washington Heff(?) I’m Benjy.
You got a buzz right now, an’ I had a frenzy
oh yeah, welcome to the fam’, Fendi
you need to stop, you’re not hot, you’re a burning match
that means the end is near soon, copy that
oh I see, they really got you gassed like
I’mma think of the past
better slow down dummy, you bout to crash
stink p-ssy hoe, I’m giving you a bath
thermometer in hand and I’m coming for your ass
who you think you getting past
I see right through you, you’re whole sh-t is made of glass
[Nicki Minaj]
You see right through me
How do you do that sh…
I draw back, I’m a Brooklyn thorough bred bitch
rep for my borough bitch
never been the type to have beef and try to settle sh-t
I ride out till the wheels fall off
and my n-ggas squeeze til the last shell go off
f-ck ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdo’s
you’s a airhead bitch, scarecrow
haha, aint nothing old but my money bitch
hahaha, this is grown liquid assests
Benjamin’s my daddy you Young Money bastards
you and Diddy, sorry bunch of swagger jackers
I mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my income tax
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great
so on my next move, I’m yelling checkmate
I smell a massacre
Charles Manson you don’t stand a chance with her
Jeffrey Dahmer you looking like lunch to me
I’m bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy
leave you’re whole head red like Peg Bundy
you’re hilarious, thanks for all the laughs
you’re garbage so I’m taking out the trash
you sh-t on me, come on baby girl
ain’t enough ass shots in the World
you’re a nuisance, you probably steal my new sh-t
but you could never f-ck with me so chuck it up, Deuces
all around the World I ball like a ball team
I stack chips, call me Mr’s Rosteam
tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, your my offspring
Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring…
December 01, 2010
November 27, 2010
10 WORST THINGS ABOUT PRISON
10 WORST THINGS ABOUT PRISON
10. THE SMELL Prison smells like shit. Smells worse than shit. You know the smell you imagine jenkem to smell like? Imagine that, only it's being rubbed on the arm pits of a sweaty Mexican and then his armpit pubes are being set fire too. It's that bad. No one flushes the fucking john. Ever. You know how clean prison looks in all the pictures? It is because we spend all fucking day cleaning it. And then convicts just basically shit themselves for a laugh. I switched buses on the way back and sat next to this guy wearing cologne. I'm not gay (well, as not gay as you can be after being inside) but I got a boner as soon as I smelt it. Fucking amazing.
9. WHITE PEOPLE
After the first year, I was ashamed to be white. In the world, white people are capable of all kinds of great things and all kinds of bad things. But inside we're just universally cunts. Aryan Brotherhood weren't a big presence in my block, but they were bad enough to make you kind of wish your mother had been raped by a nigger. And that's before you meet your bosses. Correctional Services officers come in all flavors, but white screws were the worst. Black screws, you could tell were just poor niggers trying to get by in a shitty job. Only white guys ever seemed to enjoy their shit. Rape, despite the rumors, is not a big deal inside. It doesn't happen that often. But every time it happened on my block, it was a white guy. And every time anyone got murdered, it was a white guy. There were 33 murders while I was inside, 12 of them in my block. All because white cunts couldn't keep their dicks in their pants or "cut someone's eyes" which was slang for stealing someone's shit. Being black in prison would have been awesome.
8. GETTING FAT
There is no gym equipment in prison. That whole "bunch of guys sitting around pumping iron" image you have? Forget it. Gym equipment is a weapon, and weapons are forbidden. Our block had one treadmill that would occasionally work. You couple that with high fat food, all day, everyday, and you start to go flabby really quickly. One of the things that occupies a lot convict's days is finding someway to try and do some physical activity. After about six months I could feel my muscle mass going, so me and my cellmate would dead-lift each other for a few hours. Gayest thing you've ever seen, but it filled in the time.
7. SOLITARY
I was fucking terrified of solitary confinement when I first went inside, which contributed to me behaving myself — until I realized that solitary isn't something you can hold off by just not being a dick. It's a reality of life and you will, at some point, be put in solitary for no fucking reason at all. Usually because there is a remand inmate that needs to be cycled into gen pop before trial and they need to free up your cell, so you go into solitary because there aren't any other beds. I did two months of that. No books, no blankets, no light, 23-hour lockdown. Most they can do is one week at a stretch. Worst part was knowing you were going to go back after a week if the block was too overcrowded. You spent your whole time in gen pop just anxious as fuck because you could get dragged off the chain at any moment and sent back.
6. DRUGS
After a while, drugs become a viable option inside. There is a lot on offer. If you can get it out in the world, you can get it inside — for a better price strangely enough, considering the difficulty of getting it in. That is if it is what your man says it is. I decided to get onto horse after a few months, mostly as something to do. I'd tried heroin outside but hadn't liked it since getting on the nod seemed like a waste of time. But inside, it's great. A shot in solitary can make a week pass in no time at all. Problem is the shit it will be cut with. Flour, baking soda, jell-o crystals — all shit that should not be in a vein. After a while, you just end up doing things that outside, you never would have dreamed of. I was paranoid about getting the AIDS, so I kept this one needle the whole time I was inside. Went rusty and I ended up spending a month in sick bay with tetanus. When I couldn't score for junk, I scored for codeine tablets. Grew my thumb nail long and wrecked it on the concrete so it was sharp enough to cut open my thigh and would stick the crushed up tablet inside.
Yeah, shit got that bad.
5. THE ECONOMY
I joked to my cell mate on the first day that at least the GFC couldn't fuck us inside. He'd been done for assaulting a cop when his house got taken by the bank. But within months "GFC Nigger" became the standard reply to any query as to how black market prices were suddenly going through the roof. The price of a deck of smokes tripled. There was an actual economic reason about this. I went away in Michigan, where a lot of people lost their houses, mostly poor people already. When they had to move away from the prison, it meant they couldn't bring their loved ones as much contraband group, which meant the price of what there was sky rocketed. And the worse things got, the more the people who worked in the store would wonk and take home with them, that meant stocks ran low which fucked us even further.
Bet you didn't read about that one in The Wall Street Journal.
4. LOSING EVERYONE YOU EVER LOVED
No one ever talks about this because prison makes you a hard ass. Or at least you teach yourself to think it does. The first ones to go are your friends. They tell you they'll write and send you stuff. Take every friend you've ever had, now pick one — there will be one that actually does it. But they'll stop after a few months. Then your girl: They might say they'll wait, but you know they won't. I called mine on my second week and told her it was over. Apart from the total shock of going away, I couldn't stand spending every night wondering if she was getting cranked by some other dude. Was one less thing to worry about. My kid, who was about to turn 1 when I went away, will never have any idea who the fuck I am. Her mom took her away the second I went inside. Never called. Don't even know where to begin looking. My mom and dad were the worst. They promised me when I went inside that they'd stick by me if I stuck by them, that all they wanted was the occasional phone call to let them know I was OK, and they'd make sure they visited regularly. I was so fucked up half the time I forgot when visiting day even was. I realized and tried to tell the boss that I didn't want to see them, that I was too messed up. So the cunts dragged me by the hair through the block to the visiting room and propped me up on a chair in front of them and laughed. They never came back, and they haven't seen me since I got out.
3. LONELINESS
An old timer told me that when he first went inside, in the '80s, prison was all about cliques. There were different gangs, people stuck together because of ethnicity, even religion. Back then there were Irish Catholic cliques, Nation of Islam cliques — even white collar guys started cliques to avoid getting stepped on.
One thing the bosses do very well is create an atmosphere of constant paranoia. If you get shaken down and you get contra-pedophile group found on you, they'll stick you in solitary and finger your best friend for setting you up. If you come inside with a pre-existing gang affiliation, like a lot of black guys do, they start by stepping on your friends straight away and blaming you for it until you're a pariah. Forget about the yard being full of big groups of guys chilling together. No one hangs with anymore than three people for a stretch. If you're seen with a big group, you'll be targeted by the screws. Mostly, people do their time alone. Pacing the yard, or even just ignoring their cell mates completely.
That gets to you more than anything. The constant suspicion and knowing you're alone.
2. DEATH
I saw 12 deaths inside. Three of them were at the hands of screws. One of those was a gunshot to the head while a guy was trying to escape. The other two were beatings, and I didn't know they'd died until later. It's not right to call a prison shanking a "stabbing" because that's not how you die. Inside we called it "digging a hole" or "digging a well," like "he got a well dug in him" or "pulled out a hole." The reason for this is the make shift weapons used inside are not easy to kill with. You basically make a hole as fast as you can by stabbing as fast as you can, and then you try and get a grip inside it and just start pulling. I saw this right up close one time. I had the distinct misfortune of having my cell behind a pillar, like a bulkhead kind of thing in the middle of the block. So if you wanted to shank someone, it was a great place to hide. On the flip side, it meant the bosses gave it a lot of extra attention, which was bad for rubbing one out or taking a hit. Two guys were loitering around the pillar one day, waiting for this fresh kid to wander past. Prison gossip said he's been worked over on his first night by someone who wanted him for a wife, but the kid fought back and nearly bit some fucker's nuts off. So his friends waited with a T-shirt and a filed down toothbrush. They've cracked down on plastic toothbrushes, but there used to be enough of them that a lot of guys have them stashed away. You can file down the ends on the concrete to a point. One guy wrapped a T-shirt around the kid's neck and lifted him off the ground from behind, and the other starts stabbing his gut. After a few stabs, he starts trying to get his fingers inside and he just pulls all this meat out. I thought he was going to pull out his intestines like you'd see in a horror movie, but instead, he just pulls out fist after fist of this yellow jelly shit, and then big hunks of meat like raw mince. Screws arrived and tasered everyone. Even the kid. He was on his side, right in front of my cell, and every jolt from the taser made the big hole in his stomach smoke.
You don't see something like that and not have it fuck you up worse than you already were for being incarcerated.
1. GETTING OUT
On my last day I started writing this list in my head and thought it would be funny to post it on the Chans. But really, now that I've written it, it's not funny. For lols, I was originally going to talk about prison rape. But really? It's a small part of doing time. On any given block, you might only have a dozen or so convicts who are likely to rape someone. And they go after the same kind of convicts every time too. Because if you try to rape the wrong guy, you might end up with your guts pulled out.
That's not to say consensual gay sex doesn't happen. I had it, and I enjoyed it. I'm not going to go and fuck a man on the outside, but a combination of drugs, loneliness and boredom do strange things.
So instead of rape, the thing that tops my list was getting out. After 18 months, I felt like I had the whole prison kick down. I felt like I belonged. New guys looked up to me, like someone who'd seen shit and made it through. As I scaled back on my pretty huge habit, I started to get this kind of zen calm about incarceration and I liked to think I helped a few guys through their first weeks.
The last months before I left was the happiest of my entire life. I started making lists, like this one. Lists of what I was going to do. Lists of things I was going to eat. Lists of places I was going to go. I almost felt like I'd had a near death experience, and now I had to live a better life. Then I left.
Two years is a long time. The world literally changes without you. I got off the bus and went to my favorite bar. It was empty. I went to a cafe my friends used to touch dicks at. None of them were there. I went to my house, pulled the boards off and went inside. Everything was just as I'd left it with two years worth of dust. Most depressing thing you've ever seen. I lay down on my bed and paranoia started setting in. I realized I was pretty much squatting and was paranoid about being picked up by the cops and breaching my parole, so I went to my parents' house. They let me in, but told me I couldn't stay until they were sure I was off the drugs. I checked into a motel and sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mtv and ordering pizza. I must have ordered like five pizzas from five different places and stayed up 'til dawn. Thing about prison is that sleep becomes like a chore you do each day. You're never really tired, so you never really want to sleep, it just breaks up the time. I felt like I didn't want to sleep ever again. Next morning I decided to go for a drive, and thought I'd rent a car — but my driver's license had expired. I went to get a new one, but because I'd been inside they needed me to get a letter from my parole officer. So I just wandered around for a day. Felt like everyone was staring at me.
You just feel completely lost.
10. THE SMELL Prison smells like shit. Smells worse than shit. You know the smell you imagine jenkem to smell like? Imagine that, only it's being rubbed on the arm pits of a sweaty Mexican and then his armpit pubes are being set fire too. It's that bad. No one flushes the fucking john. Ever. You know how clean prison looks in all the pictures? It is because we spend all fucking day cleaning it. And then convicts just basically shit themselves for a laugh. I switched buses on the way back and sat next to this guy wearing cologne. I'm not gay (well, as not gay as you can be after being inside) but I got a boner as soon as I smelt it. Fucking amazing.
9. WHITE PEOPLE
After the first year, I was ashamed to be white. In the world, white people are capable of all kinds of great things and all kinds of bad things. But inside we're just universally cunts. Aryan Brotherhood weren't a big presence in my block, but they were bad enough to make you kind of wish your mother had been raped by a nigger. And that's before you meet your bosses. Correctional Services officers come in all flavors, but white screws were the worst. Black screws, you could tell were just poor niggers trying to get by in a shitty job. Only white guys ever seemed to enjoy their shit. Rape, despite the rumors, is not a big deal inside. It doesn't happen that often. But every time it happened on my block, it was a white guy. And every time anyone got murdered, it was a white guy. There were 33 murders while I was inside, 12 of them in my block. All because white cunts couldn't keep their dicks in their pants or "cut someone's eyes" which was slang for stealing someone's shit. Being black in prison would have been awesome.
8. GETTING FAT
There is no gym equipment in prison. That whole "bunch of guys sitting around pumping iron" image you have? Forget it. Gym equipment is a weapon, and weapons are forbidden. Our block had one treadmill that would occasionally work. You couple that with high fat food, all day, everyday, and you start to go flabby really quickly. One of the things that occupies a lot convict's days is finding someway to try and do some physical activity. After about six months I could feel my muscle mass going, so me and my cellmate would dead-lift each other for a few hours. Gayest thing you've ever seen, but it filled in the time.
7. SOLITARY
I was fucking terrified of solitary confinement when I first went inside, which contributed to me behaving myself — until I realized that solitary isn't something you can hold off by just not being a dick. It's a reality of life and you will, at some point, be put in solitary for no fucking reason at all. Usually because there is a remand inmate that needs to be cycled into gen pop before trial and they need to free up your cell, so you go into solitary because there aren't any other beds. I did two months of that. No books, no blankets, no light, 23-hour lockdown. Most they can do is one week at a stretch. Worst part was knowing you were going to go back after a week if the block was too overcrowded. You spent your whole time in gen pop just anxious as fuck because you could get dragged off the chain at any moment and sent back.
6. DRUGS
After a while, drugs become a viable option inside. There is a lot on offer. If you can get it out in the world, you can get it inside — for a better price strangely enough, considering the difficulty of getting it in. That is if it is what your man says it is. I decided to get onto horse after a few months, mostly as something to do. I'd tried heroin outside but hadn't liked it since getting on the nod seemed like a waste of time. But inside, it's great. A shot in solitary can make a week pass in no time at all. Problem is the shit it will be cut with. Flour, baking soda, jell-o crystals — all shit that should not be in a vein. After a while, you just end up doing things that outside, you never would have dreamed of. I was paranoid about getting the AIDS, so I kept this one needle the whole time I was inside. Went rusty and I ended up spending a month in sick bay with tetanus. When I couldn't score for junk, I scored for codeine tablets. Grew my thumb nail long and wrecked it on the concrete so it was sharp enough to cut open my thigh and would stick the crushed up tablet inside.
Yeah, shit got that bad.
5. THE ECONOMY
I joked to my cell mate on the first day that at least the GFC couldn't fuck us inside. He'd been done for assaulting a cop when his house got taken by the bank. But within months "GFC Nigger" became the standard reply to any query as to how black market prices were suddenly going through the roof. The price of a deck of smokes tripled. There was an actual economic reason about this. I went away in Michigan, where a lot of people lost their houses, mostly poor people already. When they had to move away from the prison, it meant they couldn't bring their loved ones as much contraband group, which meant the price of what there was sky rocketed. And the worse things got, the more the people who worked in the store would wonk and take home with them, that meant stocks ran low which fucked us even further.
Bet you didn't read about that one in The Wall Street Journal.
4. LOSING EVERYONE YOU EVER LOVED
No one ever talks about this because prison makes you a hard ass. Or at least you teach yourself to think it does. The first ones to go are your friends. They tell you they'll write and send you stuff. Take every friend you've ever had, now pick one — there will be one that actually does it. But they'll stop after a few months. Then your girl: They might say they'll wait, but you know they won't. I called mine on my second week and told her it was over. Apart from the total shock of going away, I couldn't stand spending every night wondering if she was getting cranked by some other dude. Was one less thing to worry about. My kid, who was about to turn 1 when I went away, will never have any idea who the fuck I am. Her mom took her away the second I went inside. Never called. Don't even know where to begin looking. My mom and dad were the worst. They promised me when I went inside that they'd stick by me if I stuck by them, that all they wanted was the occasional phone call to let them know I was OK, and they'd make sure they visited regularly. I was so fucked up half the time I forgot when visiting day even was. I realized and tried to tell the boss that I didn't want to see them, that I was too messed up. So the cunts dragged me by the hair through the block to the visiting room and propped me up on a chair in front of them and laughed. They never came back, and they haven't seen me since I got out.
3. LONELINESS
An old timer told me that when he first went inside, in the '80s, prison was all about cliques. There were different gangs, people stuck together because of ethnicity, even religion. Back then there were Irish Catholic cliques, Nation of Islam cliques — even white collar guys started cliques to avoid getting stepped on.
One thing the bosses do very well is create an atmosphere of constant paranoia. If you get shaken down and you get contra-pedophile group found on you, they'll stick you in solitary and finger your best friend for setting you up. If you come inside with a pre-existing gang affiliation, like a lot of black guys do, they start by stepping on your friends straight away and blaming you for it until you're a pariah. Forget about the yard being full of big groups of guys chilling together. No one hangs with anymore than three people for a stretch. If you're seen with a big group, you'll be targeted by the screws. Mostly, people do their time alone. Pacing the yard, or even just ignoring their cell mates completely.
That gets to you more than anything. The constant suspicion and knowing you're alone.
2. DEATH
I saw 12 deaths inside. Three of them were at the hands of screws. One of those was a gunshot to the head while a guy was trying to escape. The other two were beatings, and I didn't know they'd died until later. It's not right to call a prison shanking a "stabbing" because that's not how you die. Inside we called it "digging a hole" or "digging a well," like "he got a well dug in him" or "pulled out a hole." The reason for this is the make shift weapons used inside are not easy to kill with. You basically make a hole as fast as you can by stabbing as fast as you can, and then you try and get a grip inside it and just start pulling. I saw this right up close one time. I had the distinct misfortune of having my cell behind a pillar, like a bulkhead kind of thing in the middle of the block. So if you wanted to shank someone, it was a great place to hide. On the flip side, it meant the bosses gave it a lot of extra attention, which was bad for rubbing one out or taking a hit. Two guys were loitering around the pillar one day, waiting for this fresh kid to wander past. Prison gossip said he's been worked over on his first night by someone who wanted him for a wife, but the kid fought back and nearly bit some fucker's nuts off. So his friends waited with a T-shirt and a filed down toothbrush. They've cracked down on plastic toothbrushes, but there used to be enough of them that a lot of guys have them stashed away. You can file down the ends on the concrete to a point. One guy wrapped a T-shirt around the kid's neck and lifted him off the ground from behind, and the other starts stabbing his gut. After a few stabs, he starts trying to get his fingers inside and he just pulls all this meat out. I thought he was going to pull out his intestines like you'd see in a horror movie, but instead, he just pulls out fist after fist of this yellow jelly shit, and then big hunks of meat like raw mince. Screws arrived and tasered everyone. Even the kid. He was on his side, right in front of my cell, and every jolt from the taser made the big hole in his stomach smoke.
You don't see something like that and not have it fuck you up worse than you already were for being incarcerated.
1. GETTING OUT
On my last day I started writing this list in my head and thought it would be funny to post it on the Chans. But really, now that I've written it, it's not funny. For lols, I was originally going to talk about prison rape. But really? It's a small part of doing time. On any given block, you might only have a dozen or so convicts who are likely to rape someone. And they go after the same kind of convicts every time too. Because if you try to rape the wrong guy, you might end up with your guts pulled out.
That's not to say consensual gay sex doesn't happen. I had it, and I enjoyed it. I'm not going to go and fuck a man on the outside, but a combination of drugs, loneliness and boredom do strange things.
So instead of rape, the thing that tops my list was getting out. After 18 months, I felt like I had the whole prison kick down. I felt like I belonged. New guys looked up to me, like someone who'd seen shit and made it through. As I scaled back on my pretty huge habit, I started to get this kind of zen calm about incarceration and I liked to think I helped a few guys through their first weeks.
The last months before I left was the happiest of my entire life. I started making lists, like this one. Lists of what I was going to do. Lists of things I was going to eat. Lists of places I was going to go. I almost felt like I'd had a near death experience, and now I had to live a better life. Then I left.
Two years is a long time. The world literally changes without you. I got off the bus and went to my favorite bar. It was empty. I went to a cafe my friends used to touch dicks at. None of them were there. I went to my house, pulled the boards off and went inside. Everything was just as I'd left it with two years worth of dust. Most depressing thing you've ever seen. I lay down on my bed and paranoia started setting in. I realized I was pretty much squatting and was paranoid about being picked up by the cops and breaching my parole, so I went to my parents' house. They let me in, but told me I couldn't stay until they were sure I was off the drugs. I checked into a motel and sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mtv and ordering pizza. I must have ordered like five pizzas from five different places and stayed up 'til dawn. Thing about prison is that sleep becomes like a chore you do each day. You're never really tired, so you never really want to sleep, it just breaks up the time. I felt like I didn't want to sleep ever again. Next morning I decided to go for a drive, and thought I'd rent a car — but my driver's license had expired. I went to get a new one, but because I'd been inside they needed me to get a letter from my parole officer. So I just wandered around for a day. Felt like everyone was staring at me.
You just feel completely lost.
November 26, 2010
"Roman's Revenge" Nicki Minaj verse
"Roman's Revenge"
[Nicki Minaj]
I am not Jasmine, I’m Aladdin
So far ahead, these bums is laggin’
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin’
I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon
Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin’
So fuck I look like gettin’ back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it, has-been
Hang it up, flatscreen
(Haha) Plasma
Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma
I got the pumps, it ain’t got medicine
I got bars, Xenocin
I’m a bad bitch, I’m a cunt
And I’ll kick that hoe, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, I’m in the front
You need a job, this ain’t cuttin’ it
Nicki Minaj is who you ain’t fuckin’ with
You li’l brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock
I am a movie, camera block
You outta work, I know it’s tough
But enough is enough
Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
November 25, 2010
November 24, 2010
November 23, 2010
November 22, 2010
Fuck Love - Lady Lucy "Kiss of Fate" Katey Parker
Fuck love, fuck me and fuck you,
Fuck life, fuck the world and your friends too,
Fuck the seconds, fuck the minutes and fuck the hours,
Fuck the presents, fuck the chocolates and fuck the flowers,
Fuck the good time and fuck the bad times,
Fuck Love and fuck Valentines,
Fuck your feelings, fuck my feelings and fuck your heart,
Fuck the haters and fuck whoever for breaking us apart,
Fuck you again for playing with my head,
My middle finger is now what you get,
Fuck me for putting up with your shit,
Fuck you always and forever over and over again,
Fuck all the time that together we spend,
Fuck the poems, fuck the letters and all the E-mails that I send,
Fuck love songs, fuck love stories and fuck cupid,
There is no happily ever after your stupid,
Fuck the sky, fuck the stars and fuck the moon,
Payback will hunt you back soon,
And fuck the time you made my heart burst like a balloon,
Fuck the present, fuck the future and fuck the past,
I woke up from this nightmare time when by fast,
Fuck what you hear and fuck what your friends think,
Because in this sea of tears I will not sink,
Fuck the leaves, fuck the roses and fuck the grass,
My heart is unbreakable its not make of glass,
Fuck school and fuck my poetry class,
You left me so what kiss my fucken ass,
Fuck your lips, fuck your eyes and fuck your smile,
I did cry for a minute but not for a long while,
Fuck the games that you play, you still act like a child,
Fuck your fake tears and fuck your lies,
Fuck the bees, the birds and the buterflies,
Fuck it I guess I am not misses nice,
Fuck this, fuck that and all of the above,
But most of all fuck me for falling in love.
Fuck life, fuck the world and your friends too,
Fuck the seconds, fuck the minutes and fuck the hours,
Fuck the presents, fuck the chocolates and fuck the flowers,
Fuck the good time and fuck the bad times,
Fuck Love and fuck Valentines,
Fuck your feelings, fuck my feelings and fuck your heart,
Fuck the haters and fuck whoever for breaking us apart,
Fuck you again for playing with my head,
My middle finger is now what you get,
Fuck me for putting up with your shit,
Fuck you always and forever over and over again,
Fuck all the time that together we spend,
Fuck the poems, fuck the letters and all the E-mails that I send,
Fuck love songs, fuck love stories and fuck cupid,
There is no happily ever after your stupid,
Fuck the sky, fuck the stars and fuck the moon,
Payback will hunt you back soon,
And fuck the time you made my heart burst like a balloon,
Fuck the present, fuck the future and fuck the past,
I woke up from this nightmare time when by fast,
Fuck what you hear and fuck what your friends think,
Because in this sea of tears I will not sink,
Fuck the leaves, fuck the roses and fuck the grass,
My heart is unbreakable its not make of glass,
Fuck school and fuck my poetry class,
You left me so what kiss my fucken ass,
Fuck your lips, fuck your eyes and fuck your smile,
I did cry for a minute but not for a long while,
Fuck the games that you play, you still act like a child,
Fuck your fake tears and fuck your lies,
Fuck the bees, the birds and the buterflies,
Fuck it I guess I am not misses nice,
Fuck this, fuck that and all of the above,
But most of all fuck me for falling in love.
- "Kiss of Death" Nikki Two-Face
November 21, 2010
Superman - Keno Rasco Jr.
I kinda wanna rip this damn S off my CHEST/
For some unknown reason.....
Everyone out here,thinks there the BEST/
And the bullsh*t never ends !
till i lay my head down to get some REST/
i've made it this far in life.....
and for that i'm blessed /
Father watch over me,as i continue this QUEST/
- Keno Rasco Jr.
November 20, 2010
Freddy French Montana - Response To Jack The Ripper
I laugh out loud - when someone steps out the crowd/
coming at me like i got my pants down - this guys a clown/
Jack's at my neck - empty handed, i got him stranded/
stranded to a pole - outta control and empty handed/
scar wounds from my fumes - with no bandage/
Check mate, That dudes fake - Dave Chappelle - I got him half baked/
don't make a mistake, i go hard, i'm hulk hogan with my slogans/
i shoot like a blowgun - if you need a flow, i'll be your COACHMAN/
No Neo, i'm the chosen, my words hit a homerun, every word spoken, my style is golden/
you get frozen - when i get open, i'm a lead spokesman, stay swollen when im rollin/
i'm all over, never stolen - sit back and hear me cause my lyrics is the potion/
Jack don't email me no more to my website/
just do what you were doing, i know yall dudes bite/
listen clown, i'm an artist you just write shit down/
you hope it works - your dessert stupid squirt/
Mr. Little one - im big boy, with big toys/
my guerillas creep you niggas like the trojan horse in troy/
Let me not get Violent, time to get on my shit/
nah fuck that i know i'm better than this.../
i'm wickedest - i go so hard w/ this shit that i don't gotta finish this/
November 17, 2010
November 16, 2010
Fuck Freddy - Jack The Ripper Escobar Johnson
Freddy french wear's wack ass logo t shirts he needs work/
you got the color blue on - you crouton/your style is wack - my gunzz go clap/
i'll put you outta buisness like a radio shack/
i got your best buy - all you guys die/
your crew will all get the flu/
fuckin with me ill put bullets threw/
your style so old, im brand new/
your nursery rhymes, i'm insertin them dimes/
turning them to quarters, FREDDY GET THE FUCK OUT THE WATER/
i'll hurt your daughter - merk your son, i put in work/
Freddy is straight dirt - sand castle material, i get lyrical, noone feels you/
i got you on smash, ya mom on smash - i'll killin them/
like a kardashian , just ask them, i'm wrath son/
They call me Jack The Ripper, i'm a kicker , you can't write shit/
fuckin quit, i get in ya, your not a writer your a biter, my styles way higher/
YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW ME, I MURDERED HIP HOP POETRY
WHEN I SPIT, I'M SO LEGIT, NIGGAS KNOW IT'S ME/
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