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Im Saven my freestyle rhymes so I got da proof n soon I'll be raising da mothaen roof, feeling bullet proof..with all my skills shining through..my competitors ain't know what to do.. when I grab da Mike ..they know they through... Spitting dope rhymes til they getting high from da dope fumes rising from my Microphone, now they leaving yo. They know they got no chance 2 win any battle against me. No competition for this oleschool rap musician making them disappear like im a en magician...they b running they b twichen n of course they b en n wishes they didn't motivate this freestyle main-e-ack now they all under attack.
I've been writing a lot lately, poetry. Comedy n freestyle raps, giving mothaers heart attacks. My compatision fallen fast, blasted n smoked. I ain't no joke. Everyone finishing last. Day taken snapshots at my sexy ass. I'm now standing alone at da Top of da class so all my haters can kiss my ass.. . Fast or slow.. it ain't matter yo..I am unstoppable, like an F5 Tornado, blowen my competitors apart ..morning, noon or after dark, sreadding MC's like im a great white shark!!
Tearing the mothaers slowly apart from every possible angle. Die-angle to a en triangle. I got every possible angel covered til them mothaers smothered n I'm so hot they starting to smolder n smoke. Take a nice long toke til u start 2 choke..now they know what dis freestyle rappers all about. Turn u out ..choke u out til you en passen out. While I'm passen out my demo.. that is gonna demolish anyone in my way yo. Either way ya wanna see it I'll be undefeated n I en mean it. Gotta gansta lean a gansta limp with a tight gansta grip on my .45 with an extra 50 shot clip. This is real n legit n I won't en quit with da.45 hangen off my right hip with that extra en clip..
Maken mothafukers limp like they a dope pimp...
Now I'm heading 4 my dope ride..
2 get da away from dis homicide...
The seen was messy, the seen was sick..
Mothaers learning arithmetic..
5 glock 9 rounds will kill ya quick!!!
Or it will kill ya slow..
Either ing way your gonna die Yo!!!
ing with me n keeping yo life..
Don't ing mix, n I'm not gonna tell ya 2wice...
Once is enough n s gonna get rough..
U gonna get roughed up ..stuck up ..n hit up..Your body on da back of da pick-up..
Not anymore able to hick-cup..!!
This Cowboy came into this world with nothing.
So when you said you were leaving, I said
" Fine."
Now, I hope I Find a little Darling.
That can take me out to dinner and fine dine.
That can take me out to dinner and fine dine.
You see, I always paid the bills with my own money,
and you know these times have - a - changed.
So when I hand the bill back to you honey. Please
don't give me that awful look of shame.
Oh, please don't give me that awful look of shame.
I got concerned, when she was spending all my money.
My gut told me, it was time to go, for honey.
So, I asked her nicely, to sign a prenup.
She told me, " Oh Hell No, I'm not!" NO, "HELL NO,
I'm NOT!!!
The look on her face was priceless.
She said "I ain't -a- signing!"
Yelled, "Kiss my Ass Darling!" and
stormed out the room like lightening!
Oh, She stormed out the room like lightening!
So it saddens me to say goodbye to her,
and if you ask her, she'd say I was a Jerk.
Truth be told the reason why.
My credit card balance, reached the sky.
Oh, my Credit card balance, reached the sky.
Now I wasn't born yesterday,
and this Cowboy knows a trick or two.
When a Cowgirl says, " I love You."
Hide your wallet, and Credit Cards too!
Oh,"Hide your wallet, and Credit Cards, too!"
Cause you want to leave this world with a
little something, and not taken to the
cleaners by your darling.
No not taken to the cleaners by your darling.
Please don't think all women are all bad.
It was bad luck, this cowboy had.
Wishing for a cowgirl, that saves, not spends,
so We can ride into the sunset once again.
Oh we can, ride into the sunset once again.
Now you ask me what the Moral of this story is?
And, I'll answer you with one reply.
When you find a cowgirl, and you know she's right.
Hide your money, cause she'll take it, out of sight!
(Repeat)
OH, Hide your money, cause she'll take it, out of sight!
So, when you leave this world you'll have a little
something, and You won't be taken to the Cleaners, by
your wife.
No, You wont be taken to the cleaners by your wife...
This was written in fun, truth
be told women are much more
to be trusted than men...
Dedicated to Donald Duck
You are greatly admired
By the following
The deplorables
Kellyanne Conway
She will con you all the way!
Adolph Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Mussolini
Sarah Palin
Pol Pot
Vladimir Putin
Saudi Royals
Palestinian boils
Tayyip Erdogan
Rudy Giuliani
Mike Pence
Chris Christie
Fran Drescher
Denis Rodman
Jesse Ventura
Astor Mark Burns the fraud and con artist
Ben Carson, the brain surgeon who lost his own brain
Now that’s totally insane
Bechir Assad
Kim Jong-un
Dennis Rodmam, Kim Dongs boyfriend
Gene Simmons, Kiss my ass
Zoltan Bathory, stop the drugs man
Loretta Lynn a hick with redneck whims
Bruce Willis is an actor and a racist with no car(e)
Jessica Simpson is blonde and maybe Trump hasnt grabbed her kitten
Sylvester Stallone will soon be all alone
Unless Donald is gay then a bromance is etched in stone
Illusions of self grandeur
Fantasies of men born to slander
Trump is a sleaze and con and a fraud
If you buy in, you’re a chump and a sod
Stop and think, stop the drink
You have choices and diverse options
Build bridges not walls
In the end, together we shall all stand tall
Maybe not, then too late, we shall atomically fall
A narcissist and psycho of that it’s for sure
He takes charitable deductions claiming he is pure
As he evicts the poor and mentally challenged
Who voted for him while being tossed out the door
Notes: With rights come responsibilities, although this is always a balance it seems we as a society are very concerned with out rights and much less with out responsibilities. I encourage anyone who truly cares to go and find a book called “Berlin Diary 1934-1941” and read it. First it’s a personal account of the times, and any book that covers humanity and day to day life for me carries a more humanistic weight to the story, however the main point is this. Hitler said and acted very much in the same way Donald Trump does today. That educated men stand behind Trump as well as many uneducated ones, is sad, they are more concerned with their own careers than doing the right thing. Of note, The Bushes seem to have long before it was popular, distance themselves from Trump.
Afraid of
What am I afraid of...Really.
is what scares me in thought, silly?
What I'm afraid of ...
is my Life never having meaning;
to never reach my full potential is what my soul be screaming.
Absolutely no dreaming...
I'm afraid of the drug...killing me;
for the Word declares,
that sin full grown...delights only the enemy.
I'm afraid of catching these sicknesses, thoroughly checked out
even got a doctor's pass
I'm afraid to have a gun
I'd only use it, to tell the world to kiss my ass.
I'm afraid I'll have to leave my family
with which whom this journey began;
I'm afraid it'll end in poverty
and I'll never have had a true friend.
I'm afraid to stop smoking the drug,
it has a place with me it's been my friend;
tangibly....
I could touch it, taste it, feel it too,
but I'm scared, cause it manages me.
I'm scared somehow these bruises on my heart;
have held me back awhile.
wondering, pondering inside my mind
what am I?
worth to my child.
I'm scared I'll never be able to tell someone I'm hurt
and that life to me is on some bull-S#$t.
I'm afraid of the circle that goes round in life
just fire up, another spliff.
I'm terrified of putting my trust in some of my fellow peers.
Seems to me what was printed on one's;
reversed,
in God they have not fear.
I'm afraid of the titles given by men,
conforming me to what you say I'll be;
but my faith's a little higher,
waiting on the wire, sent by the heavenly's.
I'm scared that I may not trust too long
and push love away as I've always done;
not forgiving myself, dreadful thoughts of the past;
I know I need the love of the Son.
No one likes the truth served by pen on paper
it's short and bitter to the taste.
Being afraid of what I'm really scared of
is missing out on the Grace.
So I've arrived at this point in my penning
of this little what I'm afraid of ....real and finally;
is to open my heart, because of hurts in the past,
to receive HIS love,
that's given to me....Unconditionally.
Skinny girls go back to school
Waiters wait in process lines
Tears fall faster
I want to start smoking
It’s getting bad
I will slice myself
I will rip me apart
And fall
The bag I am holding is none
Of your business. The bag I am holding
Is empty; it’s full, you say; but
Yes I say it is empty.
Empty, and wet with tears
I cried for the journey home for
No journey is complete
Without tears.
Tears and coffee.
I’ll invent tear-flavored-café—
Only I will drink it,
Alone, as usual.
I want to cut off my fingers—
One by one, on my left hand.
Then I will take the knife and
I will slice long lines of deep red
Into the skin on my stomach.
I am an ugly girl. Too fatt.
I have things wrong with me—
Psychological things. I want to
Get raped and snort coke.
I want to have sex and smoke
A cigarette. I want to drink
Beers and betray boys
By kissing their friends
Right in front of him
When the sun rises on our hangover.
Inhibitions—they mean nothing to me
Anymore. Only death.
Kiss my ass. I hide it too much.
I never explain to people how I
Feel—my bipolar self—so
I drive me insane by
Trapping emotions in a cage
When what they need is to be unleashed.
Poems do not exist here,
I can’t see why you’d want to live here.
The sky is never night here,
We need to see more stars here.
I don’t want to die here,
It is worse than hell here.
If hell is Tolstoy’s left toes—
Useless and worthless in their
Stench—I don’t want to
Smell them. I feel
Bad for navy seals sometimes.
i know what I do is meaningless;
at least I like doin it.
This is where the headache
Dwells—between the sheets
Open and shut of
Night and day.
This is where pain is made
In the mush of reality where
The people live.
Every person I encounter
Works at the headache machine.
I don’t want to see it.
I want to hide in a cavern
Actually I want to die.
Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.
His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.
There seems a need at times to clarify,
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.
No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’
But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.
Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”
Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right? Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?
One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.
So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.
But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.
Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014
not so genius
My Mom didn't understand
why I had quit High School,
it had nothing to do with the kids
I didn't find them to be cruel.
I had a lot of friendships
ones I will never forget,
they helped me when I was feeling low
I will forever be in their debt.
I enjoyed being in High School
looked forward to it every day,
but there was one teacher
that always stood in my way.
I picked a class I wanted
when I was in grade nine,
it was Home Economics class
an easy hill to climb.
I started High School
passed grade nine, went on to ten,
from these words right now
my heart will never mend.
My grade ten teacher
was a cruel, old b!tch,
still today, I'm telling you
I do indeed have a nasty itch.
She decided to tell me
I didn't belong in her class,
I argued with her a bit
got up, left, told her to kiss my ass.
I told her I picked this class
when I was doing my forms in grade nine,
making clothes and cooking
my teacher left me blind.
My Mom didn't understand
why I had quit High School,
it wasn't the kids that bothered me
it was the teacher, that was being cruel.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.24/2015
This is basically a follow-up, to my poem titled, "Love Who You Are." I was not only bullied by kids almost my entire life, but teachers too. I didn't say a damn word to my homeroom teacher, to make her say what she said. She told me, I didn't belong in her class. It was only a class for grades 11 and 12 students only. I tried to stand my ground, but she left me crying and leaving the class instead. After that happened, I never went back. It was almost the end of the school year and I was going to be going into grade 11, but she stopped it from happening. Thanks a lot A$$HOLE!!!!!
You might think I’m crazy
Some say I'm insane
But when it comes to country music
It takes me to another place
It takes me back to those early days
Me sitting by daddys side
Listening to old Hank Williams
Sing I'm so lonesome I could cry
He put that needle on the vinyl
Id watch it spin around
I felt like Hank was singing to me
Your cheatin heart was so profound
I really miss those early days
Lord how I love that sound
That needle on the vinyl - spinning around
For some it's pills and whiskey
A cold beer in a frosted glass
For me it's old Bocephus
And if that's a problem kiss my ass
He’d sing a country boy can survive
He was hell bent and whiskey bond
All his rowdy friends were coming over tonight
He said Heaven can't be found
All those songs
Take me back
As they are spinning turned up loud
And that needle on the vinyl - spinning around
He put that needle on the vinyl
Id watch it spin around
I felt like Hank was singing to me
Your cheatin heart was so profound
I really miss those early days
Lord you know how I love that sound
That needle on the vinyl - spinning around
Some may call me crazy
A good old boy in a beat up truck
Cause when I hear family tradition
You know I turn that classic up
I twist a top - and sit on back
Man I love that country sound
That needle on the vinyl - spinning around
I really miss those early days
Lord you know I love that sound
That needle on the vinyl - spinning around
Thinking back To the past
I always knew it wouldn’t last
You were nothing more than a dumb ass
With no class
Just a clown
Who wanted to sling his dick around
All over town
You used to keep me down
What I ever saw in you is a mystery
All you ever caused me was misery
Can’t believe how long it took me to see
You were no good for my daughter or me
All I wanted was the perfect family
But a father wasn’t something you ever wanted to be
I knew raising my baby girl was going to be up to me
And from your spell I needed to set myself free
Thank God he gave me strength to finally say so long
Finally made me see I had done nothing wrong
And it was time for my daughter and I to move on
and be strong
Without you in my life at first felt like I had been stabbed
In my back with a knife
But I began to learn that that wasn’t the way love was suppose to feel
And it was then I began to heal
But I ain’t gonna front on the real
some days were hard to deal
I had been broken you played me like a game
And I was just some token and your daughter
was just a word left unspoken
I admit it is long over due
Getting over you
To get to this day
to get rid of the hate
And finally wipe the slate
Realize this was meant by fate
before it is too late
I no longer want you to kiss my ass
I have forgiven you about the past
Today I just want to say
thank you for Giving me my daughter
Desirae Renee
Form:
All You Critics Suck
excuse me what did you fart
you always got something to ***** about
nothing is every good enough for you
you have bitten off far more then you could chew
still your not perfect son neither am I
you got sweat so much where pigs do fly
Critics suck I mean who are they
I'll stay humble enough to bow the knee to pray
I believe that God is the ever constant amidst all your inconsistencies
I'm holding my own with my hand on the phone
theses Satanic demons choose to never leave me alone
we are at war why you kicking it with a two bit whore
Critics can kiss my ass
they ain't getting by on any free pass
they come to kill, steal & destroy just like there homeboy Satan
I'm choose to cook up something light by frying it in bacon
you best be leaving on a long awaited vacation
they will never help you cause they can't even help themselves
perhaps its best I put that book right there on the shelf
there a spitting image of a Keebler elf
See bruh positive reinforcement is good for the heart
Critics you know there jealous you see
there the type of people that watch as you go pee
nothing good about critics you see
I'll take my chances & make sweet history
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