legitimate

legitimate

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

i haven't slept in three days, on edge and in pain
hungry, dillusional, feel like i'm going insane
sometimes this other personality just hops right the f**k up out of me
and becomes me, and then I'm not me
I'm him and me,
it's a mind f**k, you know what I mean?
to be me is like being charlie sheen times an alive layne stayley
to the power of the blunt so f**k what you wanna dare me?
prepare yourself for my next act
, about to jump over fifty burning rappers
take a s**t on em, end they're life as easy as the clapper
clap on, cap off, get the clap, rip your dick off
find that b*****s tits and cut em off watch em fall 
and wear em as a c**t with two giant balls
one time i took acid at the local mall on 151st
the massive monkey and the cerulean carpet morphed into dessert
and for some reason barack obama bought an osama bin laden t-shirt
then my knees hurt from my teacher when she hit me as I beat her
i told her b***h a*s not to flunk me, so what the f**k, filet her up
put her inbetween two loaves of bread with some ketchup
then I catched up to the train that was going to satan's brain
i asked him where we're going, he said rhoads is the name

even if i'm unconsiouncess i still will be guaranteed to be saying nonsense
like wackwards bords, rake fappers, sholden gowers, twin towers?
momma says I'm sweet, and the judge says that I'm too sour
I feel like a combination of both, demented rhoads, i know it's now or
never, knowledge learned outside college the hard way, no flower
picking only lick hitting and drug dealing till the money was stacked way up past the f****n ceiling
but the police can kick down a door and take everything away
and you go from being king to nothing in a day
and make you work off court costs at motherfuckin minimum wage
and you wonder how the f**k I'm supposed to stay sane?
f**k a brain, no literally, i'll f**k your cerebellum till your feeling insane
and when i bust you'll feel my pain
but it'll somehow take all of yours away
it's funny how you can turn from no one to someone in a day
all i had to do was write a s****y single made for radio play



 

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on May 20, 2011
Last Updated on May 21, 2011