"forreal" poems
Yeah it's one shot one ****
Plottin' against my enemies will soon to be killed
Bullets feedin' ya last meal
Dope rhymes sedatin' like pharmacy pills
Since hataz got no chill heads I'll drill now you leakin' out like oil spills
Or a radiator angelic caters none could create a
Flows nasty as mine poppin' a multiplicity of shells I'm one of a kind
Thoughts intertwined
****** into a demons intervention contenders in suspension from the soul lynching
Caught in the realms of heaven and hell & you can smell
The ashes burning fermentin'
time runnin' slower than molasses
My murders be classic enemies dramatic causin' static
Shoot more than Bird combined with Magic
Workin' my Johnson on the tracks tonsils sittin' as a hip hop consul underground magul
**** longer than Repunzels hair follicles
Cookin' up sigils into a *** of gold no rainbow snortin' sir nose
D'void of Funk rattlin' the earth from the bass in my trunk blazin' skunks
Abraxas I'm embracin' one of my goetias when facin' ain't no replacin'
Fools givin' chase
and to tastes of demonic faces
My flows replenish like **** laces
Blunts turn into ashes dump it out on the masses
Epidemic mase deaden your pace hazardous like toxic waste
Adversaries don't wanna face
Off like Nicolas to Travolta livin' in an ultra violent culture
Cleatin' into ya flesh I be the stalkin' Vulture mulchin' ya
'til ya
A dissembled particle blank photo in the article from curvin' emcees with my surgical
lyrical sickle stare into ya eyes as the blood trickles
Down ya body you easily brickled rhymes artificial
My soul sour as a pickle no tickles
Could move me or influence thee my legacy
Lay cinematography like A. Hitchcock in the 50s huh
Ya soon to be a death reel for thrills
Rememeber
All I need is one shot one **** forreal!!!!
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
It's Friday
It's pay day
It's time to go get me
Another AR-15
So I can go shoot the breeze
You can't tell me that it's wrong
The 2nd amendment has been around way too long
For you to croon your gun control song
Don't matter what you've got to say
When I've got the NRA on my side
Supporting MY life
But don't worry
If anything, you should be proud
Because the NRA says
No Regulations Allowed!
I don't get why you're so upset
I studied gun safety once
Eight years back
So I got your girl Teresa's back
No, like, I literally just shot her in the back
There's blood everywhere!
Don't scream, I'm telling you because I care
Oh, don't look at me like t h a t
Accidents happen all the time
I'm perfectly capable of handling this gun
You're just out to take me rights
And steal my fun!
Uhm, but forreal could you watch your tone?
I know you care about Teresa
But what about how I feel?
My masculinity isn't set to "criticism permitted" mode
It's on "gun control prohibited" mode
Say anymore and I'll have to go
I'm not gonna lie, the second amendment makes me come alive
Even as other people continue to die
I guess you could say I'm a real guy's guy
Anyways, just because Teresa got hurt
That doesn't mean that gun control would work
Why don't you just consult the CDC
You'll see, they'll side with me
And, no, it's not a funding thing
It's a freedom thing
If anything, you should be proud
Don't be shy, come along now
Support the NRA
No Regulations Allowed!
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
i would like to write a cute little poem so i can post it on facebook
and have everyone tell me how adorable i am
how good at mediocre poetry i am
have them repost and like and comment
on my mediocrity
but every time i sit down to try
the word **** pops out
and ****
and
*******
and "cutting"
and "help me"
and "go to hell".
and no one on facebook would like that
they'd unfriend me
not that i ******* care
just that i have a hard time being adorable
no matter how many times people comment on my cute face
i am not a cute person
i'd cut you,
*****
forreal.
i almost wish i could be like my little sister
the prodigy
but **** prodigies, man
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
Oh, hope
make your mess again.
Hope
don't keep asking more of me
than I'm willing to give.
Forreal tho,
I was in trouble before the boat sunk
and the drowned
finally let loose their blood
in bouyant droplets.
Because I was a little boy,
on the ship,
and you came in to my room,
and laid beside me
with a watermelon smell in your barrettes,
and a "I'm forever"
in your siuking voice,
as the ship tipped.
So much of me shrieks;
you make me.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Saw this girl I said **** what you doing down here?",
She said "Uh excuse me? Could you be more clear?",
I said "Did jesus come back and bring you along?",
"Because girl when I saw you all my composure was gone!",
Lost for words so I spoke with my heart,
I said "God must of used his paint brush on you to define masterful art",
She giggled a little with the cutest shinning grin,
So I marvelled at her beauty took a pause and then,
I took a leap of faith and asked "Coffe sometime?",
She replied "That would be lovely so I told her "The pleasure was mine!",
She kissed me on the cheek just to seal the deal,
My knees got weak I wondered "Is this forreal?",
Last thing I remember is her gorgeous green eyes,
Wrote my number down quick but to my surprise,
She slipped hers in my pocket,
I was on top of the world flying in a rocket,
I wore that smile the rest of the day from ear to ear,
But she never answered my question what was she doing down here?
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
The man that lives under me
He's like the singing boogie man
It's like clock work at 7 am I hear him kick up his vocal cords
Words that don't cut like a two edge sword cuz the Word is the ultimate truth
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the sound booth w/ him
Hearing every note and rift
I mean he did warn me he was a singer
But I wasn't ready for this ringer at 7am
Sometimes it feels like an army of a thousand men under my bed
Sound waves moving towards my head bringing me out of my precious slumber
Blunder
Shaking
Oh why must this man wake me at 7am
I didn't ask for this
I'm not a morning person
But forreal I can't even be mad cuz he sounds like Frank Sinatra
"I'll Never Smile Again" on a good day maybe
Maybe I'll say something
Maybe I won't
But I don't know if I can continue to be woken up at 7am
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
Was rolling deep I can't keep them from running away or leaving me
Man forreal this is a shame I'm ashamed..
Couldn't sleep the walls love to talk to me why didn't I keep her well I couldn't feel anything man for real this is a shame I'm ashamed..
Use to be safe on who I was what I am is better then who I use to be follow me you follow him end of story man for real I was shame that was his Name..
Everything that's nothing sleeps with me the mirror reminds me humanity
God is the only thing that let's me breath and I cherish him out of the nothing I am for everything he is..man for real
..cause I was shame
...
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
I'm tired of sitting
I'm tired of wanting
I'm tired of people stepping on my neck
telling me this how it goes and you can't do...
What I can't do! Is hear you!
I'm stepping out on faith to, this room is like my plate full everything that I don't accomplish cause I was scared to !!! Uhhh I hate when that happens.
I'm switching like I was broke to a wealthy zeal captain.
I fail so much !!
God I fail so much
God, I am the head and not the tale
Cut my tale off when I bailed now forreal forreal ..
Work my fingers go work!
All there disses don't work
I'm not gunna show them what ima do I will be better stronger wiser then what I am now!!
Cause right now!!
Right now!!
Now, I...I... Praise, pray and hold this stance.
for Jesus is the only one that believed me
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
she's so anxious, she's so real,
she wants to move on,
but that **** just won't heal.
wants to forget about the past,
but she's real forreal.
keeps her lips juicy,
but they never peal.
Her thighs are getting bigger,
her waist is getting thicker,
and when she looks in the mirror,
she can't see what I see.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
No. Not now...
I can't be now.
Ivejuststtdtryin
Now this
Forreal...I'm not ready to quit
But I'm just too tired...
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
At times I wish I didn't have this power
The power to see inside your head
To pick apart your truest self
To analyze
To overanalyze.
To question,
I ask too many questions.
Like,
Is he sure that's just a childish crush?
Simple butterflies?
How complex are the butterflies really?
I see them soaring around you
And I see you
Shooing them away
As though no ones watching .
Is this smile
Forreal?
I think it is
I'm pretty sure my joke was funny.
I think I hugged him a million times over
But my super power
says otherwise.
Sometimes it says you're drowning
Sometimes it says you're on fire.
And sometimes,
It says you feel nothing at all.
I fear this is a curse
To read your grey
To read your mind
And still
Feel so clueless.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC