hell's gates

hell's gates

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

in my generation we were taught to want everything
can i get an acceptable explanation of how we bought and sought our world with a wedding ring?
spitting f*****g real notes
that's the steelo, i'm still broke but and running ya'll walking dead real slow
you p***y's willow like a pillow with my ill flow
you shoulda known, lack of knowledge now I'ma steal your show
from the cradle to the grave i'm strange
I swear nothing on this world could ever make me change my ways
feelin' like the riddler realer and iller, former drug dealer
prime slug squealer, get high and f**k, eat dinner, winner
my words are like a dagger blade with aids 
from my sister renee after i let her out of her cage
hop on stage, hip outta place
i remain raw by using my chainsaw to point out your flaws
or your jaw line, f**k it, your whole face
eat the dead body too, don't let nothing go to waste
i got an incredible appetite i need to eat right after i ate
I'm the devil with a satellite, and I welcome ya'll to hell's gates.

to hell's gate's. you're at hell's gate's.
this is the path you chose, this is your fate
look in the mirror, can you see you face?
sprinted too much too early, left ya too weak for the race

keep going and growing and knowing
and kicking ill flowing, reaping the harvest of my sowing
carefully constructed craft, getting blunted and blazing hash
wearing a mask out back and snipe your motherfucking granddad while he's taking out the trash
give your mom my rash, your little sister I had to blast
attack you with raps make you feel wack like you just smoked crack
no i won't hold back, and i won't back down
i prowl around the pound like a hound ya'll are making puppy sounds
my ex blocked my number, even defriended me on facebook
tried to call me up today, she needs to learn her damn place and get raped cry and then cook
i'm still the same ole crook like the one your read in that book
i'm the serpent disturbing marijuana burning, these kids still be learning
at a young age about things they ain't gotta know till they old
but oh well, i guess that's how the story goes
that's why we got children being born with fullblown AIDS
and f*****s like lil wayne and kanye are still up on stage
i hope rick ross sits on both of em and breaks there face
gets outrun in a chase, freezes to death in a frozen lake

just like muhammad ali i say I been balling all week
ain't been stalling, no sleep
more like john lennon i'm deep
realer than your favorite photo album family picture
it don't matter what i say coz everything gonna offend ya
more truthful and dutiful than abraham lincoln
so here's a list of things that's on my mind, let me begin, umm:
casey anothony murdered her baby and got away with it
i hope she f*****g dies getting raped in prison and falls victim to aids sickness
tired of labels and fables, nothing people ever do or say is stable
we all wanna change, but most are unable
repeating the cycle ending up like michael or jason
wake up at 3:00a.m. watch the excorist and experience masterbation
but that's just not dirty enough
so wait for the kids on yo gabba gabba to receive a bad flirty touch
then it's on to murdering poseurs right at four twenty
stepped up to the wolf gang but ammadeus was playing around with his gay sis
they played, twist er, twist her, hit her, kill her, don't miss her, piss on her picture
off on a tangent again, so i franticly sin, like i'm demanding to win
planning demolition, single handedly put an end to, you, champion s**t
this is for everybody that buys the lies sold to you time after time
live life like a zombie open eyes but still so blind
so don't buy into rhymes, just buy into truth
don't be a filth like these swine, just stay true to you

© 2011 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on October 16, 2011
Last Updated on October 16, 2011