dead wrong

dead wrong

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

here's a quick little story
about how i murder people gory
like jason voorhees got you fallin on your knees
get up so i can really f**k you up
like the s**t you are hon coz you aint no virgin love
i'm a little dimwitted and demented
kill you on the wet cement leave you imprented
and impregnated when i raped renee yesterday on her driveway
then i drove away
and by the way
i'm so f*****g high that i might die today
2 live crew, f*****g with death
ya'll been looking for the best but you still ain't f*****g seen him yet
because he's still working at mac donalds and hasn't got a deal yet
crazy than a crazy vietnam vet with a chopper and an amphetamine diet
on acid in lake placid listeing to amy winehouse like she's a classic
f*****g faker than silicone fabric not real made up, has been
just coz you die doesnt make you good or something true
but you're nobody till somebody f*****g kills you
so i made this other personality
to kill me instantly
make me more sick than a w***e
with syphillis and an aids infested c**t
and i'll rape a b***h, kill her, and rape her again
rape my way up hollywood till i get the oslen twins
hannah monatana rather get blown by dakata fanning
murder goldie hawn with three pawn pieces on her front lawn
i'm john lennon influenced by biggie and slim
traveling a long way from the devil's doorway
the killer city, or down in mississippi
wherever you find me im guaranteed to me smoking weed
drinking beer, abusing w****s
and getting some green

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on August 27, 2011
Last Updated on August 27, 2011