Crazy

The rantings of an intelligent hoodlum....

N****s just don't know so I'll speak slow and take my time,
to say I'm f****n crazy as an 80s baby; why?
There aint no clear responses or an answer to be had,
I chain smoke Black-N-Milds in spite how cancer took me dad.

Yo f**k just bein loose my screws are off and I'm unhinged,
I feel 5 seconds leave my life each time I cough that phlem,
but as I write this rhyme inhalin deep I taste the Mild,
I guess I failed to mention that I'm not afraid to die.

As far as all my enemies; I aint that hard to find,
I roll all by my lonesome in this world of hard'ning times,
a n***a wanna kill me? Come and try; that's how I do,
but he or she best be prepared to come expire too.

I've been through s**t in life that could've took me out the game,
I think of how that bullet coulda took me out my brain,
but y'all know how the saying goes; my strength's increased and rich,
what didn't kill me only made me He-Man in this b***h.

Don't let my joking manner lull yo a*s to take a nap,
from p***y Dame a*s n****s to the b***h a*s baby dads,
we all can die tomorrow and I know it may be strange,
but I'd kill me to kill em all; I'm just that crazy mayne.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

I wrote this piece just to let folks know not to get that comfortable with my intelligent mannerable demeanor.