"bolo" poems
THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM
( for Driftwood )
She dances
upon her tippy toes
upon my toes
whirling 'bout the room
to DUM MAARO DUM
she my little Bollywood queen.
"Again...again....again!" she squeals
mad with childish delight.
Asha sings to us
and we...dance!
Sunlight throws itself
at our feet.
We dance upon it.
Summer gasps
holds its breath.
There is nothing but
the music....and us!
She is all
of three
screaming: "Bollywood me...Bollywood me!"
"This...won't....get the dinner done!"
screams Mum above the fun.
The record screeches
and scratches ...ouch...off!
I cut cucumbers
into tiny tiny pieces.
Tilly washes spinach and lettuce.
But when Mum
goes to answer the phone
it's her best chum
she will be hours
we sneak Asha
back into the kitchen.
The return of. . .
"Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam
Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram!"
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
Center of attraction, captured -by your attention
When you sing that way...
Mini-dress and a bolo, actin' like your solo.
And now you're looking my way?
You got something, -mesmerize, make-up 'round your eyes
You wanna dance Baby, -is it TIME?
Yeah, Girl!
My heart's goin' to ruin,
Yeah, Girl
I'm acting like I'm cool -n
You're making it hard, -I imagine my arms
Are wrapping you up tight.
Yeah, Girl
You shine and you're the one,
Yeah, Girl
The way you dress-up like the Sun?
-turn heads of all the Fellas
Did you ever think that I'm gonna be your boy tonight?
Yeah, Girl
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Staring at you now, **** you're so fine...
And the way you move?
I'll put on my two, -step, dance on my boots and...
hold on you on The Line.
Baby, let's go out, ain't no reason to doubt,
If you wanna know if I wanna go, -make you mine?
You found that boy you know, -is right!
Yeah, Girl
If you wanna know if I wanna go, -make you mine?
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl
My heart's goin' to ruin,
Yeah, Girl
I'm acting like I'm cool and...
You're making it hard, -I'm wishing my arms
Were wrapping you up tight.
Yeah, Girl
You shine and you're the one,
Yeah, Girl
The way you dress-up like the Sun,
-Ain't thinking about it, come on don't doubt it,
Yeah, Girl
And if you wanna know if I'm gonna be your boy tonight?
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl
Come and take a little ride with me
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna spend a little time with you
Yeah, Girl
I'm going to hold you like you're mine, and uh
oh, oh, oh...
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna bring the stars down for you
Yeah, Girl
You know you make the Sun jealous
Yeah, Girl
Turning heads of all the Fellas,
Yeah, Girl
And if you wanna know if I'm gonna be your boy tonight?
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl
I'm acting like I'm chilling,
You're making it hard, -I'm wishing my arms
Are wrapping you up tight.
Yeah, Girl
Yeah, Girl
You shine and you're the One,
Yeah, Girl
The way you dress-up like the Sun,
-Ain't thinking about it, come on don't doubt it,
Yeah, Girl
And if you wanna know if I'm gonna be your boy tonight?
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl
Come and take a little ride with me
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna spend a little time with you
Yeah, Girl
I'm going to hold you like you're mine, and uh
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna bring the stars down for yah!
Yeah, Girl
You know you make the Sun jealous
Yeah, Girl
Turning heads of all these Fellas,
Yeah, Girl!
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM
( for Driftwood )
She dances
upon her tippy toes
upon my toes
whirling 'bout the room
to DUM MAARO DUM
she my little Bollywood queen.
"Again...again....again!" she squeals
mad with childish delight.
Asha sings to us
and we...dance!
Sunlight throws itself
at our feet.
We dance upon it.
Summer gasps
holds its breath.
There is nothing but
the music....and us!
She is all
of three
screaming: "Bollywood me...Bollywood me!"
"This...won't....get the dinner done!"
screams Mum above the fun.
The record screechs
and scratches ...ouch...off!
I cut cuecumbers
into tiny tiny pieces.
Tilly washes spinach and lettuce.
But when Mum
goes to answer the phone
it's her best chum
she will be hours
we sneak Asha
back into the kitchen.
The return of. . .
"Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam
Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram!"
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
The only thing that ties me to this quilt-patched land, is memories of a flag: red, white, yellow, and blue.
Red is the blood used to paint our doorways—protection from ghostly wolves that sought our firstfruits. It is fight, even if our weapons are terribly flimsy. Bamboo tinted spears, mashed with berry paint and maskara on our brows is our arsenal. We fight in, and with the shadows. Light chases them down. Memories of GomBurZa, Noli Me, Balintawak, Tirad Pass and even EDSA remind me of how the wounds are slowly closing. Red is the color of our scars.
White is the gifts we received from our conquerors. The plow and the print: an awakening of consciousness new. White is the color of skin that polished us. White is also the gift of void, bleakness and forgetfulness. In exchange for the new, we shafted the old: our language, our anitos. A gift of disconnect: resolute Babel collapsing, burying us in tongues filled with sorcerous lisps. We curl in vain our own lips to fit their shapes. We speak gibberish now. The ghosts scoff at us in an even newer language of their own invention.
Yellow is the sweet sun which kissed us tenderly—even as we were surrounded by bolo, spear, sword. The sweet sun fights to give us light, and reaches out to us misunderstood. It shaped our land—softened our soils and gave it fruit. It is mangos, and papaya skins, and ripe bananas. It gives us joy and sweetens our sweat.
Blue are the lakes beneath which linger our roots. With the water is our identity: our hearts, our gait, our dance: the light shuffling of feet, the sway of brown hands, the wind waving at the rice buckets bobbing on our heads. We were never a warlike people. When we are wounded, we seek refuge in our seas, in the saltwater wounds that so painfully clean us of dastard memories. They sting like a freshwater song. Like the harsh howling of the monsoon rains, and the tides rising and falling with our chests. Humming.
We forget and we remember, like the ebbs and flows of the shore, the coastal highways that we leave in peace, like a languid dance. They float in and out of history—as one hops in and out of bamboo rods as they dance the Tinikling. The songs, they string us well. String names like humble Rizal, larger than life, and manic Bonifacio, who looked us straight in the eye. Names that sing of the prairie wind—softly massaging the hard grains that we till quietly in the fertile soil.
Soil—what ties us together is our history.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Lugar cativo
Onde me deito cativante
E abro a gargante e choro.
Nao darei mais o Tempo
Nem reconciliarei menos o perdao.
Somos os dias contados pelos dedos
E quanto menos tenho menos quero ter.
Frio com febre estou
Doente dos ossos, raspando-os
Ate ao po se extinguirem
e absorvo-os pela narina mais próxima
Directo ao cérebro que me permiti vender
Indirecto ao coração que morto 'e aos poucos.
Faca de dois gumes afiada na pedra
E enrolada no peito cada dia mais,
Milimetro a Milimetro
Para que a dor seja minuciosamente
Mental.
Fatal.
E da paisagem verdejante
Onde passeio as pernas pesadas
Do chumbo das balas perdidas,
Com que te matei,
Absorvo o bicho por entre o jardim
E a natureza para mim nao 'e mais
Que o conteúdo do bolo que cozinhei
Para esquecê-lo.
Cativo ligar
Que permaneço cativa
Húmido que me constipa os dentes
Como a agua gelada com que tomo banho
E nem assim acordo.
Não sei se esta Dor caberá
nas milhares de palavras que defecarei
Ate este dia tardar
E a minha vida por fim, acabar.
Não 'e de minha dor que escrevo,
'e a tua que me percorre este sangue anémico.
Consideras-te feliz que nem um porco
Que na lama chafurda a couraça.
E eu com esta dor de costas do peso
De trazer o Mundo nos bolsos
E por cada morte que deus padece
Um sopro no coração me oferece.
Dor, dor, dor, dor, dor, dor
Qual Jesus Cristo, o redentor.
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
Salpicar o teu rosto com farinha, enquanto preparassemos juntos o teu bolo favorito
Dar-te os beijos que me apetecesse, com os olhos, sempre que estivesses distraido a apreciar o "flowering tea", que te desse a escolher
Sentar-me no teu colo e ver-te desenhar
Fazer de ti a manta que me aconchega, entrelaçar os meus dedos nos teus e ver um filme até adormecer
Levar-te o pequeno almoço à cama e acordar-te com um beijo de bom dia.
Ser...
a única a conseguir te arrancar aquele sorriso nos piores momentos...
a bateria desenfreada a bater dentro do teu peito...
a tua melhor amiga...
quem faz valer cada acordar teu.
Que fosses a excepção que acreditei que eras, o porto seguro por quem vale a pena esperar para partilhar a vida.
Por ti... por nós... mudei, ignorei medos e arrisquei...
Não deste valor... desacreditei.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
I light a flame in protest
Waxy comfort, my rebottle to this
credentialed crisis
--Wildfires slither up to my terrain
And me,
The fire caught me years ago
I look out to choked sky
My disposable golden rod environment
finally surrenders and declares--"yes, me too."
I whisper back under smoky breath--"it's about time."
Blinking away ember tears...
I'm still blinking them down blue cheeks.
My face has been striped wet for so long
I'm pigmented in bubbled weariness
Underneath my epidermis
I block each volcanic bolo punch,
loving masochistic movement
My lush goodness taps out to
Core's tectonic intensity
My earthy green
Covered with licking ***** lava
My maroon sadness seeps through
Every ******* time
My tears blamed on the Tetons
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
retrieved from the wreckage / the box reveals the final seconds / descent into panic / end of the line of flight / true disco / the call of the empty air / an unknown diva singing out her heartache / pastoral idylls in smoking ruins / the once-green Sahara / the herdsmen’s piping to the vanished flocks / it’s all there in the black box / the pilot’s final glimpse / earth rising / the ultimate kiss of terra firma / semiotext(e) / disco-bolo / temporary autonomous zones / islands of intensity / siren song of the eternal queen / spades & clubs / vistas of urban sadness seen in passing from a car window / something lost, found, and lost again forever in the early 1990’s / woe to those who hear too much in a cheap dance tune…
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
Cadê o meu pedaço de bolo?
Não me faça de tolo
Meu coração queima como fogo
Eu não desistirei sem diálogo
Não me vire às costas e nem rosto
Eu sei que fui puro desgosto
Que fui canalha, safado e traste
Que transformei sua vida num desgaste
Não mereço nenhuma consideração
Nem um pouco de sua admiração
Sei que a minha presença nesta festa
Não vai conseguir nenhuma fresta
Nesse coração que tanto machuquei
Eu que por muito tempo lágrimas chorei
Arrependido por tê-la abandonado
Dai esse pedaço de bolo
Que para mim será apenas um consolo
De tê-la imensamente magoado
Será o pagamento de um amor não devotado
Meu grande pedido de perdão
Meu ingresso para a solidão!
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
Bolat chameli beli
Are sakhi rajanigandha
Bolo
Kyon ithlati **
Rajani bolat are sakhiman!
Meri maiya bolati thi
Are bitiya sun lo na!
Kabhi mala mein goonthi
Jaakar premi ko ithlaogi
Ya kisi raja ke mukut
Prem shaiyya ki
Sartaj kehlaogi
Lekin aas ek hi rakhna
Are banmali
Us path par mujhe tum
Dena phenk
Jis path matribhumi
Par sheesh chadhane
Jaayein veer anek!
Kya asha hai rajani
Boli chameli beli
Ithlana tumhara sarthak hai
Tumhi to veeron ki mala
Ki saakhi!
Re rajani,tum **
Punyavati manjari!
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
Cutting, like rings in a fist-fight.
Jumping, flying, drowning, floating
She said trying to fall asleep was like jumping.
Promises like traps:
with bills
and utilities
and watering bans
and road construction
and mixed district schools
and mall-fires
and field trips
and infomercials
and unaffordable abortions
and MTV
and Show and Tell
and homeless people
and freemason bolo ties.
You’re sick
You’re sick
She said she just wanted to know what it felt like.
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 4:33 AM UTC
She’s Luz-Vi-Minda
Priestess of Asia
When incubus harms
She takes out her charms…
Behold! Jose Rizal
Our hero national
Poet, doctor, researcher
Farmer, herder, school-builder
Fought Spaniards with paper and pen
Luzon’s charm – noblest of our men!
Behold! Lapu-Lapu!
Defender of Cebu
First terror of invaders
Famed Magellan’s death renders
Rammed Spaniards with native bolo
Visayas’ charm – quaintest hero!
Behold! Purmassuri!
Awesome Muslim lady
Wise heroine of Sulu
Foreigners cannot subdue
Disturbed Spaniards so tribesmen won
Mindanao’s charm – enemies thrown!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 9:40 PM UTC
Tum bolo toh neend le lo meri...
Ya phir...jagta rahu...ek nayi raah ko band khirkiyo se...
Ek tarfa...hi jeeta chala jau...
E dil e naadan...
Mujhe kya hua hai...?
Kya mujhe pyaar ka bhoot to nahi ** gaya hai?
Aur bhoot ki tarah...
Lamhe lamhe...
Boond boond...
Beparwah... awarapan...
Ek awaaz...ishq ki jheelon me
Ghumta ghumta
Chand ki taraf...dekhta dekhta...
Aur hawaaon se khirki tod di ...
Tum paas aayi
Thoda Pagal mein...
Thodi pagal tum
Aur dono chale...
Pagalpan me...
Masti ki kasti me
...meelon dur...
Raat ki neend aankhon me liye
Aur raaste pyaar ke banate hue...
Anjaan se jaan bante hue...
Aur phir aur...
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
bolo.
bolo bolo.
be on the look out be on the look out.
be on; the look out. be on; the look out.
beyond the; look out beyond the look out.
beyonde. look out beyonde; look out.
bolo bolo.
bolo.
olob.
olob olob.
out look the on be out look the on be.
out look the on; be. out look, the on; be.
outlook; the on be. outlook; the on be.
out. look the on; be. out. look the on; be.
olob olob.
olob.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
Bolo tie
Primped and fly
Dining on nostalgia, for nostalgia’s sake
Living off the food at Kurt Cobain’s wake
Pressing a Mangum to your head
A case of Velvet dread
Addicts caught up in the Reed(s)
Sticky Fingers and their steeds
A Moonlit Mile
A case of Kurt Vile
A Day Dream Nation’s falling apart
Little Wing's lost its heart
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
You made it official.
Gave up.
I guess I don't blame you.
Because i know.
I'm right there with you.
Through the pain,
Agony,
Desire,
Hurt.
But I'm in Wisconsin.
Where we belong.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
if i say to you magada what does that mean?
it means you’re our true queen.
if i say magada three times what does that mean?
it means we have to give you our love.
so who do you think your speaking to?
the queen of china 🇨🇳
no, it means you’re speaking to the queens’s child ( la ta la ah la ma)
the german mafia tried to take my sword ⚔️ i decided i’d had enough
i took all 6 heads of the men who
wanted my life who came to my door.
i demanded all the swords ⚔️ of the famine, they were my favourite swords ⚔️ china sent me my swords
emaculate was my favourite 🗡
kim’s favourite warriors are repunzal, earthquake, farner, bolo, drew and daz.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 5:33 PM UTC
Sol queima a minha pele
Inicialmente
É agradavel
Depois, é dor
Como bolo doce que vou comer
Efeito da gulosia
Afoga o meu saber
Para mais tarde me aperceber
Que foi demasia
Aí puderei me arrepender
E então pergunto, qual é real?
Qual sigo nisto tudo
O presente ou o futuro?
Dizem-me “Carpe Diem!”
Então deixem-me comer bolo
Deixem-me queimar ao sol
Deixem-me viver a vida tolo
Depois dizem, “sê comedido”
“Tudo com moderação”
Então vivo o futuro agora
Não sigo prazer
Fujo à dor
Sempre a atrasar
A minha fatalidade
Eu sei lá
Mas enquanto escrevia isto
O sol fez o seu capricho
Tenho o poema terminado
E o meu braço queimado
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
You were a flower that rose beneath the feet. The tears watered the seed that made a mind of concrete. Sometimes it eats at me and I can't sleep. So the nights are spent Bruce lee'ing sheets. Blood sport, Bolo when he cheats. Blurry eyed vision, kicking and screaming. Until I'm off dreaming of the
sliver in time I had meaning...
Your love was faith. And I held you back like religion. You built the sky and loved me like we were no different. Delivering deliberate significants. While I'm shivering vigorously bellegerant. The filament that lit the current I see. Loving myself in a new light. No longer depending on the comfort of the sea. The compass leads to the happiness in me. For that I throw roses at your feet. Aidios Amigos (friend) until we next meet
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
Muhammad Khalid Khan
December 14, 2018 ·
Ghazal
Tum kaho to main bus wahan rakhon
Itnay dil main kahan kahan rakhon
Hay sanam khaana ye jahan sara
Tum kaho main zuban kahaan rakhon
Husan nay hosla barhaya hay
Ishq ko kiyun na darmian rakhon
Ang ang main charagh jaltay hain
Hain andheray kahaan kahaan rakhon
Hay Bhanwar main ye zindgi saari
Kia main kishti main badban rakhon
To mujay mil gia tha rastay main
Pass kiyun ab main do jahan rakhon
Zard sahra main hay safar sara
Sar pa phir kiyun main aasman rakhon
Umar sa kaisa lena dena hay
Dil ko aye jan na kiyun jawan rakhon
Sath hain teray shahr bhar ka log
Dil ko main kitna bad guman rakhon
Mehr dushman howa jahan sara
Bolo janaan ko main kahaan rakhon
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Hath Main Hath
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
Suno,
Tumhari geet na sahi ,
Us geet ka sabd ban jao
Toh chalega Kya?
Tumhare saath na chal Pao
Parchayi ban jao
Toh chalega Kya?
Tumhari ragini na sahi
Swapan ban jao
Toh chalega Kya?
Umar bar saath na reh Pao
Ta Umar pyaar ka vada Karo
Toh chalega Kya?
Bolo,
Aise mohabbat Karo
Toh chalega Kya?
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
Yo it all started, since mankind dearly depart departed,
Heartless handshakes, since the shady deals went into a bake,
Souls on fire, how can I escape the material desirea,
Everybody so quick to die, rush of ecstacy, just to get ahead of thee,
Next man there's a lays a dead man,
It's all apart of the master plan,
Circumvent the real topics, media stay flashing poison on ya optics,
Fake **** I dropped it, hard to knock it, if I'm one of the top prophets,
Kin to Noah, let me show ya, how the words strengthen like a boa,
The shows over, I stopped rocking the boat once I learned the universal notes,
Angelic being casting beams and, see the stars reaming in,
Blocked the seeds of demons, tryna to enter in,
My state of mind, it's hard to find, ya self in the serpentine signed design,
Architect my intellect, to advoid hell that's being sent,
Daily drama, til manana imma, keep flexing the real,
Like hot shots from the steel, you'll feel,
The pressure
As the temperatures, lows stay on the bolo,
Keep the radar low,
Off the grid, they can't off this kid, God Tutankhaman,
The True marksman aimed for discipline,
Never let the haters close in,
I'm Robert Greene with the pen, stabbed into ya melon, with words,
That cut like swords, illuminate the heavenly vocal chords,
Everybody can't jump aboard, the night train learn from others pains,
Highs to lows, that brangs, sadness in-between numb my brain,
To human intelligence treasons,
I'm giving ya reasons,
Why we here don't have no fear, cuz I know when I die, I'll be one of the sun tears,
Next to God on the throne, deep voiced baritone, another subject clone,
Judgement to atone, modern day Babylon, riding the edge of Armegeddon,
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 2:38 PM UTC
yo fat pig
yo eminem
yo dre
yo mary j
1800-im-late
kingshighway an martin luther king blvd
you got the ***** to run mobb
im g checking all 4 of you
pull up ***** we ****** ****** for hire
speak on Mariah you speak on death
you awoke a beast
fresh outta retirement
gotta problem come at my neck *****
ill body bag you with a knife ask pac
ill dead all you negros
nuclear bomb you an end your lives
ask fat pig he said it himselve
youre an entertainer
you got the nuts to talk **** to a lady
youre a grown as man fool
to a woman fool?
really?
im putting the bolo out right now em
you dead *******
on el capitann
titumbo vato
tu comprende
tu savays
youre done white boy im pullin your g card
tryna bully women like its ok
**** outta here *****
imma **** you up
on God.....
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC