"shawtys" poems - Hello Poetry

Now, I'm here to tell a story Bout some lessons learned shawty I got me a tough crew, know what um sayin We played da diss game, slaydum Not one a da crew, brought da game shame First, I dubbed myself Kang I'm good, true! But didn't mean a thang Then coughed ma gural Sumpim She got da club thumpin Put her own style in da game, bra We still thuggin? Na! She first coughed a little gural princess Kicked in the castle, copped the Queen's dress Took the crown, made her own success Her rhymes get the heart pumpim Much respect to me gural Somthin Next, little siss picked up the mike Jumped on the tandem, started peddlin the bike Shawty's rhymes hit dem in da face She rhymed like a **** dresses in satin an lace Mad props out to my siss, Madison grace I was alone, like a stand a timber **** Forest on fire with Diein Ember Laid down rhymes so tight He'd have my back in any fight I gotta thank ma boyyy Gangstan whichu was a flippin joy Otta nowhere swaggs a tru Gansta chick Bustin rhymes en droppin dimes like she was Slick Rick Wedyan be da real trick! Thanks gural slick Finally, swooped the dark Raven Rollin on 22's gatz a blazzin Loyall to da shawtys Flyin like a bomber on sorties Droppin posers to der knees Makin succaass beg, brotha please To all ya all I got ta tell ya Would I do it again, hell ya Um movin on to a new gig Pull off my crown, plop on a wig To ya readers out dare got some advice Giv it a spit, it's Gangsta's Paradise!!!

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Jan 23, 2013

Jan 23, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC

chuck-1

Gangsta Poet III Thank You

Now, I'm here to tell a story Bout some lessons learned shawty I got me a tough crew, know what um sayin We played da diss game, slaydum Not one a da crew, brought da game shame First, I dubbed myself Kang I'm good, true! But didn't mean a thang Then coughed ma gural Sumpim She got da club thumpin Put her own style in da game, bra We still thuggin? Na! She first coughed a little gural princess Kicked in the castle, copped the Queen's dress Took the crown, made her own success Her rhymes get the heart pumpim Much respect to me gural Somthin Next, little siss picked up the mike Jumped on the tandem, started peddlin the bike Shawty's rhymes hit dem in da face She rhymed like a **** dresses in satin an lace Mad props out to my siss, Madison grace I was alone, like a stand a timber **** Forest on fire with Diein Ember Laid down rhymes so tight He'd have my back in any fight I gotta thank ma boyyy Gangstan whichu was a flippin joy Otta nowhere swaggs a tru Gansta chick Bustin rhymes en droppin dimes like she was Slick Rick Wedyan be da real trick! Thanks gural slick Finally, swooped the dark Raven Rollin on 22's gatz a blazzin Loyall to da shawtys Flyin like a bomber on sorties Droppin posers to der knees Makin succaass beg, brotha please To all ya all I got ta tell ya Would I do it again, hell ya Um movin on to a new gig Pull off my crown, plop on a wig To ya readers out dare got some advice Giv it a spit, it's Gangsta's Paradise!!!

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six-inch heels abandoned in lampless corner grimy pennies embedded in carpet rent's due wedding band girl "fab polka dot frocks" waterfalling past knees outta place on casino bus destined for rest under Ft. Worth stars now, now ********* borealis speckled dice true love waits socialite lip balm and bourgeoisie hips compete in bidding war over which black face triggerpulls which black face eyes the ground passerby the red light the green light all night diner egg on chin coffee-stained porcelain teeth "I forgave, I think. I forget." crowded and paranoid in the left lane the right lane empty and weak and surrender and soiled underwear in ammonia nursing home children is a word time is a lie the polka dot and the interstate ain't selling divorce the consequence of acoustic shadows reblog undo #sotrue reblog living through x-ray radiotherapy the dotted gown never the veiny calves or the blush or the eyeliner somewhere in North Texas shawtys are in the club shawtys are backin' it up shawtys are dropin' it down hit me+hit me+hit me=blackjack mishap the marvel of the wind and of wind turbines cognac decade brides the epitome of class and natural elegance standing like oil derricks and treated like oil wells so secretive and philanthropic this taxon remains nameless casino turned dance hall dance hall skinny ties still a thing this wine is good. is it a merlot? no. this is purely recreational for birthdays for weddings and Ft. Worth missionaries 10-50 passengers we've got 53, no 54 #hahahaha #whoops #party who needs unprescribed drugs? me, me (!) decomposing mascara sweat on brow the interstate no longer lit polka dots has got the suicide by Manet pulled up on her iPhone the financial stress which shudders warm-blooded moms on her lips every mother a librarian every mother a swing-pusher but digression next to bitterness the lowest sin edging the cultural gateway of the old west miracles in and miracles out of tradition following the slender bends of middle ancient Trinity River children a word pattycake a game and time time a lie we left to museum panoramas

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Feb 2, 2013

Feb 2, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC

jj-hutton

on the borderland

six-inch heels abandoned in lampless corner grimy pennies embedded in carpet rent's due wedding band girl "fab polka dot frocks" waterfalling past knees outta place on casino bus destined for rest under Ft. Worth stars now, now ********* borealis speckled dice true love waits socialite lip balm and bourgeoisie hips compete in bidding war over which black face triggerpulls which black face eyes the ground passerby the red light the green light all night diner egg on chin coffee-stained porcelain teeth "I forgave, I think. I forget." crowded and paranoid in the left lane the right lane empty and weak and surrender and soiled underwear in ammonia nursing home children is a word time is a lie the polka dot and the interstate ain't selling divorce the consequence of acoustic shadows reblog undo #sotrue reblog living through x-ray radiotherapy the dotted gown never the veiny calves or the blush or the eyeliner somewhere in North Texas shawtys are in the club shawtys are backin' it up shawtys are dropin' it down hit me+hit me+hit me=blackjack mishap the marvel of the wind and of wind turbines cognac decade brides the epitome of class and natural elegance standing like oil derricks and treated like oil wells so secretive and philanthropic this taxon remains nameless casino turned dance hall dance hall skinny ties still a thing this wine is good. is it a merlot? no. this is purely recreational for birthdays for weddings and Ft. Worth missionaries 10-50 passengers we've got 53, no 54 #hahahaha #whoops #party who needs unprescribed drugs? me, me (!) decomposing mascara sweat on brow the interstate no longer lit polka dots has got the suicide by Manet pulled up on her iPhone the financial stress which shudders warm-blooded moms on her lips every mother a librarian every mother a swing-pusher but digression next to bitterness the lowest sin edging the cultural gateway of the old west miracles in and miracles out of tradition following the slender bends of middle ancient Trinity River children a word pattycake a game and time time a lie we left to museum panoramas

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Dis is one dream that won’t be pleasant I’m the master, you the peasant Broken Ankles and Totaled Cars Really!? More like Strange Dreams from weird bars Guess it can’t be, Queens too young In a club, hands w’d get tied, like your tongue More like a wanna be princess, than a true Queen You got weak poems like Death by Dopamine Mo like, Death by Dope Poet, me! Ya best run back to the Prayer Closest gurll Time for a Waking up, I’m da King of the world There are two things you can take That your Unabridged Loc Bat and your Mistake Show some Self-Control SISS Gonna get your ******* in a great big twist Your right about one thing, it’s My Fault That you’re stumblin’ in the hundred, an I’m winin the vault BOO HOO! Handle With Care My rhymes nock your teeth out and pull your hair (Not me, rhymes. No violence towards women!) I Release my poems, to be a my **** You’ll be reciting’ Memories of You, like a drug You asked the question, What I May Lose It aint up to you B, it’s for me to choose You were So Close, you could almost taste it In stepped the King, now your poems aint worth sh….. Yo Yo! Listen up all you shawtys Ya steppin’ to the Kng, you must b chugging foties Take a herd of ya’ll to get in my face Talken to you, Somethin’ and Madison Grace This is the toughest challenge you’ll ever face Betta get fifty of ya all pseudo poets Cuz you’re the what? And I’m the KNOW IT!!!!!!!

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Jan 22, 2013

Jan 22, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC

chuck-1

Gansta Poet II (Queen Crusher)

Dis is one dream that won’t be pleasant I’m the master, you the peasant Broken Ankles and Totaled Cars Really!? More like Strange Dreams from weird bars Guess it can’t be, Queens too young In a club, hands w’d get tied, like your tongue More like a wanna be princess, than a true Queen You got weak poems like Death by Dopamine Mo like, Death by Dope Poet, me! Ya best run back to the Prayer Closest gurll Time for a Waking up, I’m da King of the world There are two things you can take That your Unabridged Loc Bat and your Mistake Show some Self-Control SISS Gonna get your ******* in a great big twist Your right about one thing, it’s My Fault That you’re stumblin’ in the hundred, an I’m winin the vault BOO HOO! Handle With Care My rhymes nock your teeth out and pull your hair (Not me, rhymes. No violence towards women!) I Release my poems, to be a my **** You’ll be reciting’ Memories of You, like a drug You asked the question, What I May Lose It aint up to you B, it’s for me to choose You were So Close, you could almost taste it In stepped the King, now your poems aint worth sh….. Yo Yo! Listen up all you shawtys Ya steppin’ to the Kng, you must b chugging foties Take a herd of ya’ll to get in my face Talken to you, Somethin’ and Madison Grace This is the toughest challenge you’ll ever face Betta get fifty of ya all pseudo poets Cuz you’re the what? And I’m the KNOW IT!!!!!!!

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To the top you gotta go far Shortcuts only lead to cut short Couple drops to the bottom I left the local bar Another day another night fire burns like a torch I know the thrill is a sport To many wrong turns on the wrong path and I'm in court Plus the ref ***** ***** rigged now its got me all outta sorts Can't quit a mission James never hit abort Bonds when i swing White when I sing, a young lion like Barry wit a 40 on the porch I don't give a **** about a thing Stressing over every little thing Really just wanna spread my wings **** being cliche **** playing safe each day you can't live free this way So it's my way or you can hit the traffic on the freeway See my vibes a cool breeze wit a lil Hayes Soul man wit a shaft that'll make em say **** the DEA and the CCA Perfect GPA, so shawtys high grade Give her protein to build the muscles in the brain ...9 lives but I leave the ***** slain Mastering this lion in a cage that's untamed Thought I was insane til I learned bout chi **** meditating to get free See we're all the same but all unique I've been in a daze for 9 months and weeks Smacking myself to see if I'm asleep The NSA surveilling all the sheep Stand your ground law but what about peace Eric Snowden was just the slightest breach Gotta do this to heal the soul i dont preach

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC

h-king

Whose Wrong and Whose Right

To the top you gotta go far Shortcuts only lead to cut short Couple drops to the bottom I left the local bar Another day another night fire burns like a torch I know the thrill is a sport To many wrong turns on the wrong path and I'm in court Plus the ref ***** ***** rigged now its got me all outta sorts Can't quit a mission James never hit abort Bonds when i swing White when I sing, a young lion like Barry wit a 40 on the porch I don't give a **** about a thing Stressing over every little thing Really just wanna spread my wings **** being cliche **** playing safe each day you can't live free this way So it's my way or you can hit the traffic on the freeway See my vibes a cool breeze wit a lil Hayes Soul man wit a shaft that'll make em say **** the DEA and the CCA Perfect GPA, so shawtys high grade Give her protein to build the muscles in the brain ...9 lives but I leave the ***** slain Mastering this lion in a cage that's untamed Thought I was insane til I learned bout chi **** meditating to get free See we're all the same but all unique I've been in a daze for 9 months and weeks Smacking myself to see if I'm asleep The NSA surveilling all the sheep Stand your ground law but what about peace Eric Snowden was just the slightest breach Gotta do this to heal the soul i dont preach

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