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When a Rappist Turns Into a Murderer
......"Leave you slumpt on the dutty streets........
...I dunno where you from..But....thats how its done in east".....
Was what a pathetic chav so full of snide had once said
Those words turned prophetic once he'd knifed a lad to death.
An unpoetic wannabe gangsta
One deadbeat thuggery wanka
The Whideboy who couldn't rap
His lines wouldn't rhyme and his timing was crap
Who thinks a balaclava makes a man harder?
Only scared little wussies
An big fooking pussies
An pricks like gangsta wannabees.
So many ways he preys with a blade
When he got denied by a date
Then he tried his hand at her rape
Intimidation with no hesitation
Prisons waiting your destination
A God given blessing convenient
Knifes gone missing where it went
And the only witness except the late
Is the lowly convict and his mate
If the victim's slain and laid to rest
Makes it easier to blame self defence
Maybe he's a one off the rude sheep of the clan
Let's see how many more of his crews deep in the slam
I don't use words like SCUM lightly
It won't be untoward it's just and rightly
A quick flick through the dicks
Facebook wall told you it all
And gave me the answer
He's a wannabe gangsta, A TOTAL TOOL.
I bet he'll become a Love bitch in prison
Get really chub and give some bosom.
Copyright ©
John-Ovan.P. Hull
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