"servin" poems
All i know is the ghetto
And scandalous tricks
In stilettos ya know
Jealousy follows that the
Black society creeds
N i bleed
Through pressure and pain
Since i took the throne
I embraced the reign
Heir of my past pioneers
Listen clear
J Hendrix dropped a tear
Out the sky catch the purple haze
Buzz contact
So all you haters get off my bozack
My folks dont know how to act
Quick to react
Bad temper with the barrel of a gat
Facin' death
Heartbeatin' faster than humming bird
Yup i seen a man die
So **** what you heard
This is for homies thugs drugs dealer
Murderers to serial killers
Representin' real hits
Penetrate the heart of the beast
WASHINGTON aint never been fair
So if you see us mobbin' yo hood
We dont care
But this is for my homies
I got a tear stained letter
From my one of my homies homies
Who got murdered by a 9 baretta
Cuz he came up short on the cheddar
Instead cuttin' em slack
He wanted his life back
But aint no reasonin' with a gat
Pointed at ya pate
Seen death servin' on his plate
Two shots execution style
The killer smiled he knew it was foul
But thats the way it is
Things will never change
It makes my skin mange
Wish i could rearrange
The game
But fools rather remain the same
Wither it be pistols to glocks to shot guns
There's always a soul on the run
I bet i can dance underwater
And not get wet
So go ahead and send ya death threats
Cold covert mission is eyeing me
Keep my middle finger to society quietly
Riotin' the scene
Takin' enemies along with me
If ya know what i mean??
But this is for my homies
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
You aren't big ****
'till you're on a stick,
not even legitimate
like gator, hotdogs, sausage and chicken.
A stick gets your mouth waterin'
and your tongue lickin'
you can get your veggies on a shish-kabob
and cotton candy handed to you at any sport
or circus,
we even got religious services about servin'
this person on a stick!
Wanna be famous? Get your wish
and put somethin' on a stick--
the get rich quick types stick 'em up their ***
while the rest of us gather
at fairs and carnivals to mindlessly laugh
at jugglers, clowns and ride circular rides.
All the while snackin' on somethin' on a stick.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
I wrote your sweet name in the glistening snow
I drank too much beer and just had to go
it's your weddin' reception
and I thought Fred should know
that I nailed you last week in my 86 Volvo
Good thing I drank that 12 pack of Schlitz
cause the beer ya'll servin'
gives me the sh-ts
I know it's a tad sloppy
but if I get on my knees
I may **** icicles
cause my doodads'l freeze!
Now the world knows that the ****** did lie
will ya cross the 'T' Billy Bob?
I done ****** myself dry
Happy Honeymoon Fred and your two timin' *****
Don't forget to tell him 'bout Bubba and Frank?
Burp! ....somebody catch me!!!
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Time will tell if we come back together again
Time will tell if we reunite too excel
Time will tell if I strive & make it out alive
Time will tell when I freeze a moment in time
Time will tell if I sellout to a life of crime
Time will tell when I lose balance & fall off my feet
Time will tell if I prosper victorious or meet my defeat
Time will tell holdin weight servin late in aburnin lake
Time will tell when all my enemies turn too ashes
Time will tell the day they are doom crippled to hell
Time will tell when I rise to the sky like a phoenix
Time will tell the worlds terror soon comes to an end
Time will tell when angels & demons come into battle
Time will tell trangressors condemned for impartials
Time will tell true colors reveal fake lovers appeal
Time will tell the day everyone face judgements day
Time will tell when my Lord finally begins inducting
Time will tell instructing where all ships set sail
Time will tell products sold to the mark of the beast
Time will tell demons on fire casted straight to hell
Time will tell when we prevail gathering to depart
Time will tell the trumpets sound off the final call
Time will tell witness sufferings by insects & locust
Time will tell when the plagues come in effect
Time will tell when the earth begins to quake
Time will tell if I ever see your pretty face again
Only time will tell, Only time can tell, pick heaven or hell?
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
I laugh
when I hear
conservatives talk about,
the sanctity of marriage,
and No Adam and Steve,
when I couldnt count
the number
of extramarital indiscretions
committed by them,
if I was a centipede,
with five toes on each leg.
I laugh
when I hear
progressives talk about
Conservative fear mongerin tactics.
Have you seen any of these
anti cigarette comercials lately?
Who thought it would be a good Idea
to put a ****** arterial cleanin surgery video
on Comedy Central? :)
I laugh
when I hear
conservatives say
they are going to do
everythin possible to keep
Obama from servin a second term...
and yet they nominate
Mitt Romney as their man to do it.
Who's gonna vote for a robot? :p
I laugh
when I hear progressives
call conservatives nazi's,
and then tell me
I shouldn't be
doin this,
or that,
or I should belive in somethin I can't see...
like change. :D
Vote Ron Paul!
because those other
douchbags
don't know
what they're talkin about.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 5:23 AM UTC
Well they call me Uncle Rumpkin
my body's just a pumpkin
my hat, the pointed core
with a smile, I deliver
warm you up when you shiver
leave me lighted on the floor
Hey I'm not a nasty fellow
in fact I'm rather mellow
an ordinary guy
on the porch, a Jack-0-lantern
with a torch, but the man turns
and I'm churned into a pie!
and I
would rather die
a broken shell smashed in the street
to be a trick, over a treat
for all your kids
who'd rather eat
well my face is close to human
my teeth can almost chew men
though I'm not that kinda dude
in the end when our eyes meet
you will see who's the pie's meat
when they're servin' up the food!
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
up n down
like the proverbial ****** drawers
servin hors doeuvres
to rich *****
bein rinsed by cheap escorts
hands raw
work eight days a week
to be paid for four
make much more
on her back were she as debauched
with the petite bourgeoisie
tucking in to her
as the main course
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
You never find me in big crowds of people
Because from afar it appears fun and peaceful
but looks can often be deceitful
I never had sleepovers with the girls
Because they'd send my emotions sky rocketing in swirls
And I know for a fact I'm fragile like pearls
So putting myself in those situations just seemed cheatfull
don't spend time with many people
I clamp on to one person
They'll throw me a bone and Ill continue the burden
Learnin the hurting has turned me into a person weak people have been subdued to servin
Realizing I'm manipulative
I stalk my prey And do so premeditative
The cycle starts over every year it's repetitive
To me
The game is easy
Not very competitive
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
W o r k
S l e e p
W o r k
S l e e p
ATE TOO MUCH DRANK TOO MUCH
Never smoke enough. Never wake me up.
Tip me with MONEY not love.
**And please, someone tell that
phone to s h u t t h e f u c k u p .**
serve em, & serve em.
Carrying plate after plate.
Waiting tables is my life -
anxious to meet the right
person see my awesome light.
put my pretty smile on tv,
my strong message on the radio,
With each laugh I create
I start servin smiles instead of plates.
each word I say,
I'll act as if I'm on S T A G E .
a new day is the day I am swept away!
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
Yo who ya know
Do it better
Since i got the rain
I make it wetter
Haters see the barrel of my baretta
Mozzarella or cheddar
Its all the same
10 years strong in the game
No shame
Ya know the name big yosef
Coming explosive
Givin' eargasm with mellow style
People still wonder how?
I write this talk like this
While so many debatin'
Im poppin' this
Steel to ya cranium
Kick game to a girls ear drums
She slowly ***
***** wet invite to my place for some Moet
Death threats
I get alot of them
But aint no stoppin' the epitome
Been a capital G since the age of three
Ya know D R E
After math thats the sound
Moved some my enemies around
Now they hung over gettin' left overs
Rest in peace to my nigguh pac
I reminiscence on ya memory
And like he told me
Watch these phonies in the street
Gangsta beat
For the hoochies in heat
As hop my 64 impala three wheelin' motion
With the toaster under my drivers seat
CuZ...
This for the ambitions
Of milllionaire's
Throw ya stacks in the air
If ya dont care cuz adversaries glare
Let the fools chase the dough
Never let these hoochies get
Close to the dough fa sho
Soon to be mothers pending for a little pension
Need i mention?
The game done changed
Its to rearrange
And for me to get back on top of thangs
Went to business from servin the Cain
X'd out my government name
Only come out with the sun sets
Im nocturnal
If you come to close
Ya might be sleepin' eternal
Radios hate me but cant silence me
Keep all eyes on me
From the city and council halls
Step into the court **** on they stalls
They can **** my *****
Word to my mother and my brother no other
Can lay the pipe like me
Envy finds me but still some how i escape the misery
Dont let the critics get to me
They all just
Number one fans understand
I let the lyrical guns bust trust
Im D- O -C got the ultimate formula
I got many G's swarmin' ya
How can you escape the death penalty
Know the rules
Know my name
Mention me? Every chick want a piece
Of ding a lang!!!!
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Serving up some Chinese, with the chopsticks
swervin with some buckled knees, like I'm hot ****
mental back and forth jeez, I am not this
aw **** uh
tight black jeans, spiked red crocs
pleasures of the flesh, servin mommy big rocks
maybe we don't mesh, get your little brother shot
blow him out his Tommy socks he brought a Glock I brought my ****
double bands, money knot
shooters aiming at your spot
make em twirl and make em drop
make em do the Bunny Hop
pop pop hop hop
make em run I moonwalk
try it with the smooth talk
make your bed with white chalk
****** nose I'm Rudolph
snowy sleigh and flew off
say your piece get booed off
get your melon blew off
****
Silver linings of corona ***** I always got a mask
12 get curious they watch always watch me from the back
Never catch me sober carry flask after lask
And when the pills hit time to take em all to task
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Well they call me Uncle Rumpkin
my body's just a pumpkin
my hat, the pointed core
with a smile, I deliver
warm you up when you shiver
leave me lighted on the floor
Hey I'm not a nasty fellow
in fact I'm rather mellow
an ordinary guy
on the porch, a Jack-0-lantern
with a torch, but the man turns
and I'm churned into a pie!
and I
would rather die
a broken shell smashed in the street
to be a trick, over a treat
for all your kids
who'd rather eat
well my face is close to human
my teeth can almost chew men
though I'm not that kinda dude
in the end when our eyes meet
you will see who's the pie's meat
when they're servin' up the food!
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Satan and I on our prowl.
Satan and I cookin' up somethin' foul.
I got lucifier right by my side.
You can't run, no you can't hide.
It's commin' down like hail and rain.
The devil and I are servin' up sorrow and pain.
There is no refuge. No place you can go.
No. There will be no shelter for you.
No. No. No.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
uh
yo im back again rippin' through the flesh within'
casted by hail mary broken through fire
im at a higher journey burn the
tystick slow once i split the blunt pull stunts
money endeavor too clever no one could sever
me and my destiny through crime or dope rhymes
i gotta get mine cocked the nine someones bound for a flatline
heart my foes like Valentine i was a **** livin' the dream
of a rock star movie star looked afar and what did i see?
I seen a brother like me askin' me where my heart at?
i told 'em my hearts gone broken bruised soulless restless
when i see caskets close grieve follows its hard to swallow
life cuz it's a big pill got a will but im in the game for the love of it
**** sellin' tales put my soul on the table
millions dollar label pretentious lifestyle buckwild
cold knuckle head im still revengin' for the lynchin'
of my nigguhs servin' time in Clinton Max to San Quentin
im takin' on traditions evil adversaries waitin' to bury
me but im too smooth smoke em like Sun Tzu
behold the pale white horse of course im still Searchin'
in the Skies bawlin' to the Heaven but the Lord don't hear my cry
eyes watery no love for foes or hoes givin' elbows
to those blockin' my way then back to the highway
gettin' high smokin' on that fry i guess ill be a **** til the day that i die '
livin' this life of crimes its hard times
gotta do what i gotta do so ya know where my hearts at
somebody **** the four-five and put me on my back
open up heaven's door with much gore only to be sent back
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
Why don't you follow the leader
I bet I'll please ya grease ya
Like lightening fast and frightenin'
A born winner multiple sinner
Servin emcees as dinner
No complaints I remain calm
Pockets are full while
You with empty balms my palms
Grip the mic iron tight fight all
Ya want and I'll ignite
The fuse once I blow I'll never loose
Over my opponents pump the juice only if ya want it
Slugs invested bullets injected
Now mother nature rejected
Your body I'm the black gotti- drive a black audi Fully loaded air compress the best to bless
The mic so I suggest you take a quiz or test
Cuz my rap wizardry entice misery mystery
Like big foot lurking the forest
I'll leave ya hooked more than chorus
I master the rhyme technique don't speak
Or else you be flowin' up **** creek
Mute the critics gimmicks are nothing but mimics
So test the king all ya want
And every beat I touch I'll haunt
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Can I be honest I hate the way that I've been living
staying away from Your word because I hate the way I'm sinnin'
confessing the same sins that I seem to keep committin'
the things that I don't want to do I hate to say I did them
sometimes my thoughts are crazy I feel I should be admitted
exactly what I be thinkin
I probably shouldn't admit
you'll point your finger at me and forget those other three digits
hmm, let me let that sink in a minute
have you ever wanted to flip a switch because somebody was eating chips like here's a bag do it fast and when you do swallow em
I hope you choke when you do so I can just smile at him
hearing these lines will probably make some of you people nervous
look I'm a Christian but I'ma stop pretending like I am perfect
because I'am not the God no I'm not the one I'm servin'
never lean on a man because someday every man will fall
I learned those words from my wise father-in-law
Can I be honest ....
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
I'm standing in the mirror
I see images of me behind myself
Maybe cuz there's nothing left
But I'm rolling with the punches
Life full of **** so get prepare for the lunches
Eating up troubles every time it steps to me
Gtta keep them tools on me
Never know when ya gotta
Put the nail in the coffin too often
******* wanna try me
Death to the sheriff's and the deputy
Trying ruin my reputation G
Got brothers servin twenty five to l
N ain't never seen bail
We gotta wake up before it's too late
We get maked up
With rogue and tuxedo
I roll torpedos n just let my mind flows
Enemies I see I'm in a glare they can stare
But won't go there
Cuz they know I'm not ya average muthaphukka
Sugar honey ice tea
I see the po pos hitting me
With subpoena but I pull out my *****
Tell em to **** it or else get ****** *****
I can't help it I was made from the war
Still sitting in the eye of the storm swarm
Adversaries like bees making honey **** the money no jokes cuz ain't nothing funny
So I'm coming to a hood near you
All ya gotta do Is make a phone call
Big Yosef gone tear down these muthaphukkin painful Brick Walls
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
Hold up hold up
I see the world corrupt
Since
I took a sip of the potion
I gotta swole up
Mobs like Luciano
Sound the instrumental
Watch the vocals turn detrimental
Servin' peens
Lyrically dumpin'
Out my magazine
You who I be
Straight wizardy
Fools thought i was soft
But I was taught
Combat so now I sinbad
Chased afta things
I never had
I scarfaces like Brad feel the brass
If you wanna be put on
Your ***
The world is mine.....
The world is mine suckas
Rack up
My crew be thick don't slack up
The world is mine
Dollaz stack up
So check yoself
Before ya wacked up
Yosef the don
The only one
Puttin' suckas through pun
And stun
Any poems
I'm so deep you'll love em
They wanna keep me
Bound but I'm above em
Drowning competitions
So I shove em
Out the scene
Puffin nature's green
Still wear guess baggy jeans
I'm old school ghetto as
Rallo
Many claim leadership
But they just follow
Others after creeds
I been a soldier
So I know when ******** feeds
Greeds
Made from a ***** deeds
Romance without finance
Is a slim chance
Its stuck in a fire with the devils dance
Fools out with open hands
Reeady take a reprimand
But I stand strong even grippin'
The slim
Knockin out flakes the world is mine
The world is mine.....
The world is mine suckas
Rack up
My crew be thick don't slack up
The world is mine
Dollaz stack up
So check yoself
Before ya wacked up
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
Yeah in Texas we love to swang
Switch through the lanes
While smokin' on Mary jane
It don't matter what ya claim
We spit flames sittin' on 84
Twistin' round and round
And you can hear the bassing sounds
Thumpin' keep the streets jumpin'
Much love to the originator
I'm talkin' the ***** creator
Earl Davis a legend so don't be second guessin'
Or you'll be gettin' a blessin'
Surprise from my Smith n Wesson
Sittin on Vogues 15s or 14s
Gold over chrome in chrono order
My appeal is so real
So ya know all haters feel
Jealousy and envy but it don't bend me
I just chill and let the wind breeze take me
Into another zone I'm game smooth *** baritone
Gets me a bunch girls to bone
Intellects sang
rollin'hard chirpin' on them thangs
Bound to be a sunny day
In that sunshine state
Texas breakin' crates cuz our music rake
From the streets to the jail cells
Makin' revenue with the crew
Black & Hebrew
No time for evil I moved pass that level
These devils wanna see me fall
But will Still continue to ball
Til I'm over the top chillin' in a million dollar loft
Breakin' off proper treat my guns
Like a visa
I'll never leave my chopper at home
Pushin' more domes than the astros
Wrapped around ya mind like a lasso
Live everyday Like my last though
Just a hustler spittin over instrumentals
Rhymes verbal where's the punisher?
Foes soon to be a victims
From tyna still thangs
Still servin' up on them thangs
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC