I hate you

I hate you

A Poem by Justaman

I'm so sick and tired
 of these squires
, comprison of pri-sons(prisons)
ima pry some open, like sa-livin up some c**t loathin vaginas, 
i mightas well dispell every one of them fightas
 into hellish chambers of hell while holding them bytha
 dick and balls like hangers from a kilt, poisonen um like im lighta
 than air but more vicious than a f*****g two thousand headed hydra,
 you are all slaves, caught caged to the bison, 
buyin up cum signs, they say cum die, were simpalee lyin more ferociously than a lion, 
overtly combinin notions that aint remotely potent hypin,
 got drunk from the potions then drink us up  likened' to lie-quid
 like fire like we was some kinda fire hydrants 
bitin off ten tender limbs diligen-tly like gen-gir, like we injured some brain translasers with fatal lasers; we must of just become tenure
im probably the smartest guy who youve never heard' of,
 im like killin 13 birds or doves who are rough but' tough to capture, while a rapture is catchin you off balance some, 
pat your' stomach off like the ashes of a comet wraith, then stape-l it to your maple lisp,
 caught on your tongue no grip,
 then fall to the floor with
 the bong, becomin a cripple who crumbled to bits
im a volcano, im already past ten hundred lits, 
insane yo, steadily ready to blast and erupt some like an eruption of intelligent hits,
 like i was a flamin bowlin ball hittin all the pins
 so explosive even though it hit the gutter hole; im basic-ally the best hit
 maybe pown! all of the f*****s who jump and down with a step in 
while they hump a bunch of rabid rabbits, 
moan' for your life you robe-otic drones, witha sly shoted shot, no bullseye, 
you couldve fulled my eye,
 couldnt fool me though, youre all psy-
chotic, dagger in your veins, picket and pockin so i must be a f****n pick-pocket
cockin
my gun of intellect ima half c**k it
pickin everyones brain pockets
 staind blood, hagar already blotted,
 i spotted
 your ignor-ance, from the mountanious stance, so simple that' a f*****g cellulose could spot it
 and itll sell you loose droppin 
the mutational, irrational rock hits of poison no matter how you hobbit
 around or even if you caught it
youre f****t, dyin inside with, black and white sins, complyin, cant pry in, you cryin inside, but you lyin on the outside,
 b***h take a high fit 
or take this hyphen(') and rise it to your mind ,tense 
till it splits and ricks off skulls, like the rictor scale pulled out gravity itself; the bits fall off full
sit
doggy boy, rip, 
your fine a*s genius macoy, 
you a god, or some wannabe f****n f****t a*s fraud, who thinks hes sigmund frued?! 
deploy your stupidtiy ina space pod, 
lift off, like you was this f*****g rap fog-- surroundin the game like it wasnt already surrounded and bought,
 youre going to get caught' 
in my trap every time because it gets hot'
 with me, i get lyrically profane, insanely debatively,
 the best debator he' 
is the he-man of earth and the central raiser of you and science, a creator who fades mer(more) 
and deepens fer(for)wardly
 to your core like you were simp-a-lee a minis-culy fashioned depassioned f****t rappin hagrid stankin crater
your not too late; b***h youre later, later than darth vader was when he told his son that he was vader
just look in the mirror, and see that youre dead, hear a' voice and know that its me a hearer
(one who gives messages) ten billion planctimes ago it was the past in that shattered glass,
 and was me and then it passed,
 once it broke when you smashed
 it-- every time that we clash it f****n gets more severer

© 2014 Justaman


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