"fillin" poems
hip-hop
split my mind open,
hear me flip-flop
happily irritated
watching your
constipated
face break
heavy tears
you shake
you ache
so take
a break
and take
a breath
digging holes
taking pills
sliding down
murderin'
fillin' hills
the chills
my thrills
no bills
countin' kills
ten fingers
smell lingers
hell bringers
not singers
give me that...
bring me there...
–
shovels
the troubles
my doubles
be bubbles
black moths
white veins
no money
hopping trains
you blame
the rain
for pain
insane
to think
a drink
of water
taught her
brought her
to the edge
nothing left
to take
so...
give me that...
underground....
hip-hop
split my mind open,
hear me flip-flop
happily irritated
watching your
constipated
face break
heavy tears
you shake
you ache
so take
a breath
ahhhhhhh
give me that...
bring me there...
we're going underground
–
your games
my flames
the names
we tame
the light
breaks night
we slide
we hide
in
the
dark
so take
a breath
Underground...
hip-hop
split my mind open,
hear me flip-flop
happily irritated
watching your
constipated
face break
heavy tears
you shake
you ache
so take
take me
bake me
shake the dirt
from my bones
love's
no longer
got me
in a
choke hold
feeling bold
stories told
so grab
a hold
as we unfold
underground
no longer bound
by fear
my dear
the present is clear
growing and sprouting
underground
–
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
Pooey, pooey, poo. Gee, I smell you. It's time to take a bath now.
Stinky, stinky, doo, you friends do to. You reek and oh you stink, wow!
So could you hurry to the shower and rub some soap all over you *** Don't hold back!
And if you do remove the peu you'll find your friends won't gag and hack. That's a fact!
So pooey, pooey, poo. What will you do? There's a bathtub fillin'.
Stinky, stinky, doo. It's up to you. To wash off that penicillin.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
**** me
I don't trust me
maybe I'm rusty
shes just *****
*****
hate to look you in the shoes there lovely
lackin alternatives the shoes it be
rub me
filth to the core not unseen
unteen times past I felt bad plugging
and running
not scared of ****
its ******* is ******
a life oh
what seems to be life so
This ain't livin'
Marvin Gaye given
insight my sight unseen
unto the looking glass glean
maybe better off taken time to see
sorry not me
that whole waiting scene
I plead to gods on high be free
my soul tattered torn on the throne
all this time wasted holding on to the goal
just to throw
oh a life oh
what seems to be life so
This ain't livin'
Marvin Gaye given
cowardice a man who never felt fear
resin to live in this hell world imprisoned here
******** leaders
wish I had time
in a pile of ***** alone in the world, fillin in for atlas, who me? nah I'm fine.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
Here's a little story I tink you'll like.
It's not bout' two shmucks looking for amour.
It's all bout' me, my life, and my big fat bluntz.
Imma bout' to tell ya what Reggae's for.
Reggae stands for peace and the luv in yaself.
It's bout' them spankable honies and big fat beatz.
It's bout' sweet **** chicken and otha tasty stuff.
It's bout' that dank smell of ***** fillin' da streetz.
Reggae's da warm sensation from a fresh beef patty.
It's the chill rub-a-dub sound of dat Marley noize.
It's the Jamaican sun spreadin light on ya gurl's curves.
It's the dutty jammin ya get in to witcha dazy rond-boys.
My life is Reggae. Reggae is my life
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
steel
oil
engineering
labor
converge
round a
Rocket 88
dead man’s
curve
prescient
precocious
capitalists
concoct
Edsels
Vegas
Chevelles
leaping
Impalas
leak
oil
staining
every
American
driveway
Pintos
chase
Gremlins
across
The Great Plains
gassing up
at
Rt 66
fillin
stations
scramblin
Midnight
Ramblers
detour to
take refuge
with Goats in
Big Sky
Indian
garages
440
Mustangs
nip
327
Stingrays
and
Mach IV
Cobras
get
snake bit
by Dart
wielding
Mopar
muscle
cars
long fins
chrome bumpers
and round fenders
still get bent in
Havana
but
Motor City is broke
nations outta gas
whole **** country
needs an overhaul
Ike Turner/Jackie Brenston: Rocket 88
Nelson Riddle: Route 66
7/19/13
Oakland
jbm
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
I'm sick and I'm tired of these men always tellin me
I gotta be round, ***** curvy and sultry
To be down with the boys I must want all the novelties
They fantasize about in their minds, sprinkled with misogyny
Lookin up and down, undressin me with droolin eyes
Can't walk across busy streets without feelin victimized
Violated in public, creeps sneakin peaks up my skirt
All cause I wore tight clothes with a lower cut shirt
Is this all I am, some delectable tasty treat?
Just cause you think I'm delicious don't mean I want your meat
I'm vegetarian now, keep your distance please
Only hungry for life and creativity
Yearnin to grow and continue to educate
Myself even if that means makin mistakes
Already have media fillin my brain with these lies
Don't need to be feelin your hands up my thighs
No I'm not your girl, don't even wanna look at you
Cuz you'll misunderstand my glance for bein into you
So what if you call me a ***** or a ****
Don't care-I won't be the chick bustin your nuts
Just want my mothers and daughters and sisters to know
We're not created to give men any type of show
We're human beings capable of thinking and feeling
As well as making decisions, we have a purpose, a meaning
Other than getting all **** and appealing
Silenced and bogged down by society
Women ***** and murdered, blamed for their femininity
It's a shame men don't realize without us they would never be
We're the only *** on this earth capable of maternity
As breeders of life we nurture and care
Yet our voices seldom heard, like we're not even there
It's time women put a stop to this ****** up** ideology
That we matter far less than our male counterparts - what equality?
Hating on feminism just because they don’t see
This world overflowing with double standards and ongoing dichotomy
Between the two sexes- sure it’s not how it used to be
But sexism runs rampant and will for eternity
Unless we all - men and women - fight against it globally.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
Going back to what you know.
All the signs tellin you to stop,
Reroute, it's not the way to go
It's just not the same,
Couldn't be maintained
Left to decay
in the time lapsed
collapsed and what remains
is a husk that just adds to the
echo of the pain
you ran here to escape
Walls of dust clinging onto the pasts shape
Dissipating
Fallin away
Fillin your lungs
along with all those things you failed
to get off your chest along the way
*And you wonder why you can't breath?
Why your heart got so heavy it fell off your sleeve?
Why your mind stole your dreams and now you can't sleep?
Why your faith was overrun by your worries and now You can't believe?!*
Even here Collapsing on your knees
choking back the tears
As you try to put it back together
piece by piece
But it's gone.
There's nothing here for you anymore
You must leave
the road lead nowhere
And nowhere is where this road leads
A circle always comes up empty
No matter how far you reach
Be an exile.
Find your feet
In less polluted airs
Fill up those lungs
Where you have space to breathe
Pick up that heart
with the strength it took to take the leap
Towards the Fresh Start
no decay, no debris.
Come out the Dark
you'll be ok, you will see
well enough in time
to carve your own path
Be Free
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
cancel your plans, darling -
we're feignin' tonight.
i ain't tasted your fancy brow
since i last ran up trees.
i know you miss
the way my tossing hair
always filled the air with
moonlit berries and
wild
wild
grapes,
so thick
your mouth
gave way to
tsunamis.
i've got cold noodles sittin'
in my bowl somewhere
because i forgot to remind myself that
that ain't food that's
fillin' my belly -
channelin' me your orange hues
dipped in frustrations so subtle,
but
not
subtle
enough.
your frisky hot hemp dance
is flingin' itself
all over my inside stuff -
curbin' my appetite
for just about
anything else.
i'll climb your tree anyday
sweet baby,
kissin' greens
in your sleeves
on that minxy leaf trip.
carry me to your sneaky cove
and share your spices
and wanton skin graces.
i'll trade you my
fingertips
and diamond
extravaganzas,
then we can take turns
dippin' our tongues
into the blend.
'cause
i've blotted out my agenda
to savour the splendour
so i can remember to
spit it back into
the faces of
the dark
cloaked ones.
this is my defiant-nosed
iron song,
in my steel-toed boots.
see, i'm feelin' mahself
and the randy white cub
ticklin' my sides
in our crazy cahoots,
with our incense and spirits
from the worshipers of
sane things -
who fill our airs
with a long overdue
white haze.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 12:04 PM UTC
I sense the rain diggin' into my brain harder than a migraine
So I take tokes of the Mary Jane simple and plain
huh
Things ain't the same ever since you came
Into my life from the kids to my universal wife
Married to the cosmos so I can expose
Myself to energy that was left
Of my consciousness
Sick of the the nonsense
I'm feelin' dry wipe the tears from God's eye
Never knew why?
How I'm feelin' the madness filled with sadness
Which I could reverse the pains fillin' soon to burst
Out of emotion life's a constant commotion
as my thoughts sink deeper than an ocean
Many can't stand the rain....
It's early in the morning I'm bawling crawling
In my sleep as my chakras begin to creep
I'm in too deep peep
the madness running around
Percolating soon to drown what's that sound
I'm hearing voices of past choices block out the
noises
visions of a gloomy glare though no one's there
Just prefigured destiny
of a hidden enemy
A closed vessel soon to open into a portal
A worm hole corticals swole so know the protocol
I'm the first and the last
baby girls you more than just a piece of *** as I clash
Like opposite magnets attached
To your love
Beautiful dove spreading wings
Above
Take flight away into the golden disc
Givin' us a sun kiss
Many can't stand the rain...
Now that the rain done poured mother nature stored
Mankinds sins into the ground but then again
Let the madness re-ascend cuz the roots been
Tampered with so many mental caskets
Scared to wake up cuz they love being dead
Chasin' bread scared of every thing they red
On the frontlines of newspapers stop catching the vapors
Undercover raiders energy creator I'm dark as Vader
From alpha to omega the worlds a stage of
Actors and actresses leave no witnesses
Once the sun comes out begins a new drout
Should have caught the raindrops before it stopped
Many can't the rain...
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
got the lights on in the middle of the night
i can taste sorrow in my teeth
where you tongue used to be
its not my job to say whats right
but your love is such a burden
it'll chase me to my sleep
singin songs to **** the time
and the clock is overbearing
its a ****** in my eyes
fillin glasses with my shine
packin up my bags with stones and seashells
and a notepad of my rhymes
i'm goin too far
i'm runnin to my car
and i'm swallowin the gasoline
I'm breathin deeply
i'm wishin on a star
and i'm pickin up a high school dream
I'm not about to call your name
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
Livin' my nights...
Dreamin'!
Layin' in my empty bed,
All alone-
Wishin'
I could reach over
And pull you close to me-
Rememberin' the nights
When you were, once mine.
Those nights of bein'
With you~
As close as we could be!
Wantin' you, needin' you,
Kissin' you, holdin' you,
Lovin' you, feelin' you,
Touchin' you, tastin' you,
Desirin' you, achin' for you~
Now I'm dreamin'
My nights' away-
Wishin' for times again
When I wasn't so lonely!
When I had you,
For once, as mine~
The way I'd long
For your kisses, to see you,
To be with you, to touch you again!
I wanted to be
Your everythin'!
Now I'm
Wishin' I was
Your somethin';
Your someone!
Your someone~
To dream with, share with,
To hold for always.
And
To chase away
Those empty lonely nights'.
Fillin' my dreams
With everythin'
I've dreamed of wantin' in you!
You're my tears!
Tears I wouldn't shed
If you were finally mine!
Don't you wanna
Hold me, feel me,
Touch me, kiss me-
Once again?
Reachin' for you-
Wantin' you in my arms
As we'd lie together!
Searchin' to feel for you,
Needin' to feel
Your heart beatin',
Feelin' your breath
Against my bare skin-
Yearnin' for your arms to be
Drawin' me beside you.
Hearin' you sigh-
Lettin' a moan escape
From my dreams,
(day and night)
As I remember the times
We shared!
Lovin' the way
You felt beside me-
The way I felt
Beside you~
Achin' for the ways
You'd be touchin' me, teasin' me,
Pleasin' me, kissin' me,
Wantin' me, needin' me-
As I do you!
Makin' me feel
Whole and complete!
Will I ever
Feel you this way
Again?
Or is it all now
Just a recent
Dream?
Livin' my nights away
Dreamin' of you-
Til you are, once again
Mine!
2007
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
When I was a boy I seen 'em on the streets,
At the clubs, street-corners, places where they'd meet,
Had new shoes....clothes and watches,
Rolls of hundred dollar bills fillin' up they pockets.
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunter huntin' bills,
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunting huntin' bills,
Some folks think drug dealing's a game,
And cutting deals, slingin' merck is how you make a claim.
But it 'ain't-never-been-like-that' from the first day...
Mack-grind, tek nine's about gettin' paid!
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunter huntin' bills,
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunting huntin' bills,
Loaded-up and cocked, no fear, no doubt,
On a mack-grind and we headed out,
...out to get some bills, hunna-hunna bills,
Yeah we headed out,
...out to get some bills, hunna-hunna bills,
Yeah we headed out,
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunter huntin' bills,
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunting huntin' bills,
Crew, mack-grind and we out the door,
Whip-ride, lead-foot petal to the floor,
Guess what? Your crib is where we go...
And son you know, we ain't knockin' on the door.
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunter huntin' bills,
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunting huntin' bills,
Hunna-hunna bills,
*Bangers out to ****
Hunna-hunna bills,
Hunting huntin' bills,
Bangers here to kill...over hundred dollar bills.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
I be illin'
The bones in my body be chillin'
The dope that I'm slingin' be killin'
Zig Zag fillin', 40 zoner swillin'
I got twenty...got a five, bro? I'll cut you in!
I got twenty...got a five, bro? I'll cut you in!
I've bought plenty on the live wire, where you been?
I'm walkin' too straight 'n' I'm eatin' my mashed potatoes
L.A. hoes you don't wanna know
Keepin' my toes warm
See how they swarm
They're like bees when they tease me
With their slingers, humdingers
My epiglotis is a-stingin'
And my uvula is swingin' back and forth
Twenty, son, back to four twenty
I get away with a wounded knee massacre
I say what I please, Lenny Bruce on da juice
I ain't no racist
I'm a future born Papist
You got to listen to me
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
All's wet in the woods.
Big bets been placed and diced in them forests.
Austrian pines are never to be trusted–
I'm never to be trusted so much, too.
So much for them healthy spines!
That's a question mark if your frame ends a sentence.
So much for good times and good measure!
They plain-prohibited plants in the soil –
That there's my soil and we all share the sun.
Listen to that, son.
Shaking overhead.
Summer storms rumble loud.
All's loud overhead.
Calling it out, the thunder warns me so:
*Wind in the trees!
Wind in the trees!
Rain on the grass and
wind in the trees!
Blades of grass where
wind only breathes.
Patterin' on grass–
Whooshin' through trees!*
And what was first to fillin' the woods?
It was feet on the soil and toes in the sand.
Plants in the soil and bare feet in the sand.
Skinny boys have been dipped all skinny in streams.
Sun's been refractin' for years in them streams.
The night was borne of embers in winds and
blankets made out as whole as that sky.
Mountains breathing out across their own flat feet with
whispers in wind's breath humming through the blue mountain's teeth:
*Drums in the woods
be drum-circlin' them flames.
Roots in the woods
done wrap-choked my heartstrings.
Beats in the wild
be drum-beatin' us tame.
Whips in the wild
done whip-shaped his heartstrings.*
Never had I heard a call like that.
Howling and hopeful, hoping to be whole.
That mountain's been chipped all dusty in streams.
Them streams been runnin' across them whole-skins.
Howl and be happy.
Paint night-skies on his leg.
Brush them tendrils from them eyes,
howlin' and bein' happy.
I hear the wind and I wonder if cedar pines are to be trusted.
I feel the soil, chilled and wet beneath the grass.
The storm has passed overhead.
Smellin' green grass and mild mosses.
I'm seein' stars overhead.
Fingers runnin' across them foggy windows.
I think of the wind and the rain–
We will see.
*Wind in the trees!
Wind in the trees!
Rain on the grass and
wind in the trees!
Sorrow blows where
no man can breathe.
Rain patters on grass–
Wind in the trees.*
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
Aeroplane,
watch me drift up in the same lame stupor
i've been in i'm in it i'm winning not grinning
i'm smiling because i've found the sunshine again
Not touchin' the ground i don't know how
got lost for a minute i'm back let's kick it
grown tired of the monotany it's gotten to me
in my brain creepin' up fillin' cups
so i can push it back down onto the ground
drownin' in alcohol ask for more knowin' what's comin'
but i'm like fuck it i don't feel nothin'
Right now i'm back up but i don't think it's luck
that got me here fucked it *****
it was my lack of fear that steered me here
be responsible not possible the night is young
where's the fun?
Here in my bed oh shit my head
it was all a dream? come clean
What happened?
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 10:23 PM UTC
Where'd you go?
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
She said "Some days I feel like ****
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little ****** up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
You know the place where you used to live,
Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,
Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,
But now, you only stop by every once and a while,
**** I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doin' fine, and I'm plannin' to keep it that way,
You can call me if you find that you have something to say,
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little ****** up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
I want you to know it's a little ****** up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...
Where'd you go?
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss your soul
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Whack rappers don't **** with the best
Creep up in your house with a black backpack
And a TAC vest, plant two knives in your chest
Leave you bleeding and unconscious, like the rest
My bars explode like hand grenades
Words more bitter than no-sugar Kool-Aid
These listeners press play, and it's end game
No money you could pay could bring you this fame
By the end of this verse, nobody will know your name
Another little faceless wannabe
go back to rappin with the Aint-Never-gonna-Be's
This for a fact I know,
that when I see you next, you'll be ringing me up at Cotsco
Or you could try and contend with me
Have you hangin' in a musty room,
Getting beaten with a broken broom
I won't tell you what your future entails
Short of it involving lots of blood spatter and entrails
Wrap you in a blanket, blacker than a flag a pirate sails
Send your family severed fingers in the mail
Take forever and a day to find you
Desecrated and punctured with a thousand nails
Buckets of your blood, fillin' up a hundred pails
Cut you into pieces, fit you in a babies cradle
Serve your brains as an entree, get the ladle
As you can see, I'm eliminating the competition
If you wish you could keep up with me, ****
Better keep wishin'.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Yo pull down ya skirt
so i can put in the work
the perks
of ya kitten fillin' the atmosphere
i'm **** near
star struck like i been stuck
by cupids arrow i see in the barrio
lookin' ****
can ya picture me next to thee
baby girl stop playin' let me
in so i can show how to hit it
**** up ya juice neva spit it
bruise ya
do thangs ya man never done i got ya sprung and when i get u into the bedroom watch how the bed springs sing
beautiful melodies like Aaliyah
i go back n forth you push i push
so we on the same tune
as ya body sweatin' more than like we in the month of June
so when i hit it ya know
im leavin' a stain on ya membrane
can't maintain
the more ya bounce
the more come with the ounce
as i boogie to the Brooklyn
beat with my Jesus Piece
as ya on ya face *** up see the moonlight glarin' im starin'
into the world of darkness mark this i promise ya wont forget get this
Uh
Hall of fame
legacy In with Detriot Pimps Game tight Like Gladys Knight Without the pips no SIMPs
Over here I hang with the baddest *****
Was down from.rags to riches
Now girlies on my stello
Cuz they know
when I go The ******* get wet For sho
Rocking crowds
Don't need a mic to get loud
Baby open that sess
And let's puff a cloud
And let's get rowdy
When we make sweat Its like romeo and Juliet When we met
Ya don't see the sweat
I see Dripping From ya hair
While.ya tease strippin'
Moving ya hips got me hypnotize
From.ya eyes and between ya thighs Surprise
Babygirl give me some that kat
And I'll.eat like a rat No slack
My game is strong Long grown
She was a hot stitch from.Queens
Freaky as hell If ya know what I mean???
She was a hot stitch from.Queens
Freaky as hell If ya know what I mean???
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
Spillin my *****
Killin my spirit
Fillin my cup
Willing I'll feel it
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
I used to be a regular guy
got a little too drunk from time to time.
Generally, I think I was considered respectable,
at one point perhaps even socially acceptable.
However, all things must change,
even at a fast pace,
now I'm nightly downin bottles of bourbon to the face.
And it's scary, just how real it gets
I'm losing all attempts at eloquence
the second that this whiskey hits.
Nah forget it,
Just like Eve eatin the apple forbidden,
I'm livin in original sin and I dig it.
I'll keep fillin my lungs with filth and killin my kidneys
because I could give a **** if I live to see fifty
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
I remember when I used sit back
My Ol man used to push it in a Cadillac
Clean with the Royce grill
And quick to make ya blood spill
Out for the ****
I later learned how to deal
My mind focused tryna reach a mill
Ion got a five thousand dolla medallion
Keep cutie on my wrist bad *** stallion
Black Chinese and Italian
Is here mix hittin licks
**** that ******* got me almost bent
But gotta shake off this love spell
Cuz I'm all about my yeyo
Boats by the sail sailin through hell
As my trunk wave
Side to side
Keep ya distance
Cuz I got ******* in the back of my ride
Check out it's that Mr Yosef
Kin to Lucifer a rebel
And no stopping me
I'm coming down reppin the Brown streets
Packin heat like a dessert
And I'm shooting so muthaphukkaz
Can hurt doin dirt
Putting in work see the beautiful perks
I made out of pushing dope
Now everybody on my team making cream
No haters could intervene
I'm on the scene
Gotta give it up to my homie watts
Makin dope beats puffin sweet
And the boogie don't stop
Check my four hop make a *** stop
Fillin up like a super unleaded
Fill up her gas tank down the *****
Then commence to mix a drank
Got the prometh and the sprite I'm in a lean wayy back makin stacks
Now how my grip slide
Chill cuz I got cocain in the back of my rideee
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
Stormin' winds that blow away the lot,
My heart drifts right and left swirlin' lone,
Your eyes full of spark and radiant hot,
Sting my soul and erupts a loud mourn,
In the depth of your eyes I drown,
Lay out and collect my yearnin' arouse,
I feel myself sinkin' deeper and down,
Because you drive me crazy in carouse,
The curves and edges of my heart,
Blood drippin' and gushin' furiously through,
The streamin' blood flows in every part,
Leavin' my frail and withered heart for you,
Pleadin' for your love and bewitchin' soul,
Fillin' up your spacious and vacant hole.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
"Alas, though, these are all, but, far-fetched dreams :
fillin' my mind with lust for an adorable fairy queen."
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Man, you keep on spillin’
More than you’re a fillin’
So, you should never ever get all ya money
Where ya be gettin’ all of ones honey
You’ve inherited a handful of ritzy
An amount I’d say is just a little itsy bitsy
But I was born with a face full of glamour
So I guess now, I’m ritzy and glamorous, and so much more
You always did have a small mind, no matter
If I had to choose between you and my ex, I’d take the latter
‘Cause your always showing off to your friends
Think ya cool, cruisin’ Rodeo Drive, in a pimped out Benz
Little mama’s boy, hiding below those colored skin sketches
Paying for a little salad on the side, ‘cause they all let ya call dem *******
I own it now baby and I know its all from you
You owe me much more than what’s already overdue
You made me who I am today, even if it took over a decade
You showed me the figures I spent on your entertainment tab
But ya never were really that good at basic math
So before I left, I let the police know, you’re a sociopath.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 7:15 AM UTC