"closa" poems
Slap da bass right up mon.
Slap da bass down low now.
Bump ya sweet ting a little closa.
I just wanna get to know ya.
Gettin' all blem on ya vibes.
You gettin' knocked down by mine.
Bend down, turn 'round, back it up right.
Wanna puff what I'm puffin' all night.
Me nose burns with wit smoke.
Me body's empty, waiting for ya touch.
The bass is slammin' in me ear drums.
The bass slappin' makes me face numb.
Beat poundin' as I slide over
Boombastic rydems like no otha'.
You da noicest ting I ever did see.
Lemme take ya home. Slap da bass wit me.
Slap it riiiiiight up
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
Ay yo waddup people, just a crazy teen
I'm tired as **** but nah ain't gonna phase me
Got my knife in my pocket, nah nobody knows
But I think theu will if they fuckin' **** me off
Speak of the devil, here comes an annoyin' *****
Whinin' about her problems
******* shut the **** up
I'll fuckin' stab her in the head, slowly take it down, make sure I can hear her ******* blood runnin' in town
Make her bones fuckin' shatter, her flesh melt off, her face fuckin' dismembered, betcha won't whine now, *****
Haha
All these *********** lookin' at me like I'm crazy
**** maybe I am
Come close and you'll see
The fuckin' hell in my eyes, the psychotic twitch
Why you backin' away, what's wrong, *****
Just bring ya neck a little bit closa, hell, how about ya body
Bet it tastes delicious on a plate right in front of me!
Come on, gimme a taste and no I don't mean your ***
Why you think I got this knife?
I wanna fuckin' eat ya, ****
Bet your guts'll taste good in mine
Oh come on, don't fuckin' scream
The red is drippin' from stomach, looks pretty fuckin' good
But I think I'll wait for the entree
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC