By Arcassin Burnham



Alright.....


Most of you so-called poets make me sick,
And some of y'all I'd rather sit and fire up another spiff,
And for the people that a though had my back,
I won't turn or shift,
Running all of you over with a car,
In a line,
Only if,
Satisfying my helish thrills,
I swear fakeness can ****,
**** I'll be in the grave,
With the devil doing deals,
Just to make everyone I hate pay,
Ruthless like my dad,
You know the one I never seen,
I bet he living the life of a bespoked dream,
Cover my body with gasoline,
So the fire could block my eye sight,
Of remembering and seeing,
The days of being bullied,
Like I didn't have any means,
And when I knew some things were not right,
I didn't really matter,
My days will be involved in **** *******,
**** you stealthy and pregnate your girl,
Like American horror story,
You won the victory,
But you just never had the glory,
In and out that's why they worry,
Skin turned white like mc Donald Flurry,
9/11 chased the poorly,
God bless the world in secret orderly,
Reaking havok in the janitors closet,
She told me to wear ****** instead I didn't listen,
Now look what I created,
A little ******* name *******,
So I live to take care of it,
Unlucky and ghost printed it,
On a birth certificate,
Full of lies and betrayal,
When I die,
**** it I wanna goto hell,


In reality I hate everyone,
Come up with my own plans,
And rain down on everyone,
And for the finals,
I hope you enjoyed the hate crime,
Worry about you and I'll worry about mine.