"shotty" poems
the new tupac will have you too walkin with gangstas
the new two stupidity now two steppin with prankstas
murked the first one sayin he's blacker the berry
when i'm sweeter than juice
bass voiced top me if you want to experience that jacked tweeters induced
when i own all of Victoria's secrets as proof
tellin me what the body when all his deducement has him actin when he's wearin his shoes
crypt walking like that it's only talk
missed balking like has bass fits jocking as his only walk
******* with me when All Hailed Mary like if she was his when is only stolen balk
I'm walkin again the gauntlet cuz all the women they want this flauntin all **** like if i was jackin all the wanted
like ghost whippin me imma follow you till i'm haunted
pain really, so bow down, when my diamonds glisten
listen again is just as well bilateral biased has his confused his like the ol' eminem was in the new form gettin his face jacked again
like me smokin crack with friends like all given enemies stressed was all given was a race black and then
we actually are the same race like i knew you back like i owned all the streets like his females thuggin as heathen
**** riding i'll **** your *** up like settin me up when i'm always the last muthafucken breathin
exposing the ***** heathen breathin like if you were the only man catching bullet rounds exposed like the new you was still alive
to the next ** hiked my socks up construed you at hit stupidity when will ride
ghettos owned by just the black reppin when you're steppin the whack, honest it was just onyx
i'll blast your *** like if you stole my pump shotty:
like i never was wanted runst follies
anamoly run has all criminal cops all fathering fun deceiving that all to gain was never greed when all greed in need bothering sons:
all you still down with me when we ride it
looking like a *** while i'm guy gee stag when you're looking into their eyes, they'd know comparison of a bird control as if fathering guys
my knowledge is flight applauding the time, are you still down with me
i hide behind the love of beauty of my womens eyes when you're looking like the female opened you up to your face compared to opening thighs
they don't know like how you stare in the future that tommorow comes only after the dark
knowing me marks the coming of the actual god
I am "unconditional heart"
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
im a let that bass set
back to the view you
been checking me at
you be asking me questions like
do you not love yourself?
***** better check yourself
i would have taken my strap
to the back of my right cheek fat
sprayed my old gang with shrap
the blood and my skull by the scrap
so please bare with me
child will you ever see
we on the attack
this country that we born in,
is the enemy to the ones that we once had
turning itself into the biggest group of bang
so now that you are stuck in this whirlwind insane
ready to die, bonnie and clyde , two thousand and nine
when you gonna see that this dynamic duo
dont make the world turn with our voodoo
they dont know whats going on here
they too busy across seas in the world
so what we doing 85 when we ride
they just wiped out a whole **** tribe
two bullets holes instead of their eyes
world dont even take this country seriously
they have us on every angle no peers
just the enemies, spitting prophecies
made in their fears
that we gonna collapse
everyone put money in us by the wraps
too many kids going to bed starved
when other fat *** mother *******
grow too many vegetables in their yard
turn nutrition into trash, so what if they compact
all you old *** troops, still living in the war that we had
were a whole planet of warriors, let alone were the home
to the worst and the best of the wickedly out of the world
celebrate your serial killers, and dead rulers, not even with curls
so even tho it took Jimmy Henchman seven days
the reaper follows me in ever track that i lead
believe that I never write the realest **** i ever spoke
knowing the secrets of the underworld let me bleed
shouldn't have ever seaked out the truth they wrote
setting all the serpents septers after me, black cats
shotty caps, bullet scraps, hub cabs, and shorty tats
Grim Reaper oxyacetylenes in my dreams chrome gleams
Protected by the Prince of Air, setting things right first in my dreams
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
What you get is not always what you're gonna see
There's a me I choose to let no one see
If you see that me let me be the first to offer up an apology
That's my B side, that's the stranger I gave a ride and once inside it destroyed my family
And quickly
I find myself beyond a solitary sorry
The fix is never near as easy as you plea for it to be
Always aware that my grip on reality was secured by the same guy who's loosing it mentally, the workmanship is shotty
I do know the motions to take though and I go through them awkwardly
Robotically emote what I think is expected, a real time commentary
Going live is scary, that's just reality
I've rehearsed my lines so when I do I blend in seamlessly
Neither are an ability I use to be a mystery, well, not completely
I'd rather no one see behind the privacy shrubbery
It's private property but I never enforced it properly
Good 'ol hindsight, always 20/20
No control on this disorder, examples are aplenty, it'll eventually break free then consume what's left of me
No one believes when I say this is not me
Honestly, I don't put up much proof of the contrary
I do try, but these copy/paste repairs are undone too easily
Woe is me
©2023
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 5:21 PM UTC
and this is a body
no two be the same
nor know other games
just riding front seat in the shotty
This is a crash spot
and this is a safe rock
I'll bet I'll make the sky knock
on any given day lot
Battle sounds commence from the subbourbon style spindle
watch it as it dwindles make the whole thing *******
smooth out the rug and the ripples in the universe
I'm knew to the sacred curse,
and the flip sided eye, where good end evil always tie
tell the truth about a bunch of lies and take the time to solarize
darth vader's out of breath and luke wonders what is left
I guess it's out of step to take your very father and his neck
ride on the verse of jesus' name
virtuous atrocity subjected to society
internet infected and brimmed with idea
pursuing motivation in a the middle of an ikea
categorizing everyday humans of banter
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 8:20 PM UTC
I have taken
too many shots today.
one.
two.
three.
four.
five.
And I was gone.
Cheap **** on my mind,
drunk as ****
at six at night.
I stay drunk.
And I hate myself,
so that's why
I stay drunk.
Where is the little marshall?
Where is that kid
full of romanticism,
and hope,
because my mom's
had me watching
the way we were
and
dance with me.
I tell girls the truth,
and I guess so many times
they've
heard
it
as the opposite.
But my heart is full of that ****
full of taking in love
and on the assembly line
of my
arteries
trying to hold them,
protect women,
keep them from guessing,
becuase all along,
my romanticism
wasn't ********
It was a process
of my mother trying to make me into a man
that wasn't him,
wasn't my father.
So yea,
my ****
may sound played and irregular
but me
caring for you
is nothing
but
regular.
I can't lie to a girl,
I can't fib
on my heart.
Because romanticism
has been there
from the
start.
My mother is to blame
for
my shotty game.
Game
is when you're trying to ****
and
I can't knuck
with that.
I tell girls how I feel,
truthfully,
even if it sounds dupey.
This poem has turned into another love poem.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
There once was a boy who lived in Spocompton
His biggest fear was a drive-by to stop him
Whitest kid around totally fearless in this scary town
He shouted "Hey fatso!" But boy he did not know what was going to go down
One day he left the house to buy a small mouse
So called "Fatso" was out and about with his homies no doubt
Driving down the ride so happily and calm
But a mile down the road came Fatso with his hoes
The boy stepped out of his car onto the sidewalk standing afar
Fatso and the crew drive by quite slowly and out come the guns shooting bullets not low-key
The boy cries loudly as blood splurges from his body
Just a young guy about to die he began to ask "Why, Fatso, why?"
Bullet holes in his body tightly spread in his shotty
The boy in the ground now begging for mercy
Praying to God that he might stop hurting me
Dead and gone, Fatso still angry with a name like his
He didn't like to do it but he needed to complete his biz
niss
Fatso drove away, the boy died quickly,
A sad day to insult, as Fatso yelled "Don't **** with me."
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
So know what it is with this sinister ****
Notorious Enemy, is all in this *****
Las calles saven, lo que pasa
If I reach out with the strap estas balas te
alcansan
And this records, I'm working even faster
Ese hood rat ***** in the way I'll blast her
I'm the first, to let them fly
Puncture me you the first to fucken die
I pay the block, I got the codes encrypted
At the stove in the kitchen getting ready to whip it
Fucken wicked, the things start ringing
So shooting vatos down on the stand that's sicken
Take ah loss, I'm Mac-11 The Boss
That's the price they gotta pay the *** cover the
cost
Let's make it clear, foo I got no fear
Ese you fear death so your death is near
This is what war is all about
Ese vatos laid out they get shot in their mouth
And some in the back trying to run from death
But death caught 'em slipping put his life in check
Who's next? It's what the Reaper say
The Reaper say he ain't come to play
That's all day, is 'bout them evil ways
And wars all about hunting down you're prey
[Lyrics from: http://www.lyrics.az/conejo/-/what-war-is-all-about.html]
The gun connect get him out of the station
From ah ***** *** cop that wanna go in their cases
So excell 'im, to anybody
And now he got read letting off that shotty
Gang murders, they'll make the news
It make the city look bad if the terrors new
Exactly, that's what I mean
The **** I say is fucken evil elite
So diss one, when your *** out here
*** nothings gonna change us situations are fierce
So check game, it's more than rough in this
Get ah good night sleep, *** they'll wage you by 6
And suffocate you, and try to break you
If you don't say ah word this muthufuckers will hate
you
A la verga, I'm the scarecrow
El Angel de la Muerte with that platinum halo
This is what war is all about
Ese vatos laid out they get shot in their mouth
And some in the back trying to run from death
But death caught 'em slipping put his life in check
Who's next? It's what the Reaper say
The Reaper say he ain't come to play
That's all day, is 'bout them evil ways
And wars all about hunting down you're prey
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
It's apparently an oddity
A strange thought to be
Capable of flight - of mental invincibility
Life awarded to those 'fortunate' enough to win the lottery.
Put down the mental shotty
Imagining brains displayed sloppily
Doing things naughtily
Sickening debauchery.
With your eyes, can you see?
Or still blinded by your hate-filled ideology?
Imaginary substances manifesting at your fingertips, illogically?
Swinging, pulling, pushing, prodding, don't you miss your family?
Pleading cries, misty eyes just push you into ecstasy
Dear God, just get away from me
Hard to believe we're of the same blood, house stench of rotten memories
Same blood you want to spill. Indefinitely.
I think mother is starting to burn, put her in the oven lovingly?
Water over flowing, brother drowning - turned the faucet peacefully?
Little Kacey's stomach not pumping, smothering with a sense of superiority?
You belong in a mental institute, just get the hell away from me!
You killed my brother, took my mother, murdered my sister happily
Killing me next will give you a feeling truly satisfactory!
Father isn't your name, you're a mother ******* demon, knowingly!
No, it's too late. Nothing can save me now, God has abandoned me surely.
You satisfied yet, you ******* sicko? For you, this is mandatory
We were once a happy family, father and son, but this is the end of the story.
A comedy, drama, horror. The story became a tragedy.
It just ***** that this couldn't end fantastically...
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
Sometimes life is too dark, there's no light
I can't decide what's wrong or right,
While this beating heart falls out of sight,
I'm starting to lose my will to fight,
Letting my pain destroy my might,
But I keep my head up right,
With my tongue and lips locked tight,
So I can push my happiness to the side,
To leave myself empty to die.
Mirrors show monsters I don't recognize,
But it's behind these beasts that I hide,
With a fist full or cyanide,
And a heart full of pain,
I have my shotty in the bathroom like Kurt Cobain,
I can't help but wither away and go insane,
But it's this pain keeping me sane,
So I'm free to count the rain.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
Fly on Angel
Kaitlyn ..daughter of a poetic marvel
She was taken from the world
over toxic elements shotty play in a crazy crime carnival.
Her mother tried to find the answers
beyond the closed case performed by the hired and corrupt.
Even past such, until her legacy is forced to rest..
Her spirit, within me, is the light up in my tunnel
the warmth's best.
Lois was the name of the magic...
There shall never be the same sort of inspire
to my flame
My marvelous poetic fires.
I shall write, for you as well, Mrs. Duncan.
A great legend who's spirit is strengthening my own.
Here the angel's sing
As they fly to support us legends still working harder
and shining brighter...
As these angels fly....
Such shall be my sharing of these talents...
Until, upon angel's wings, on which I shall fly.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
Most Deaf in a mood
take cover Shotty in black
not today Chi-raq!
Loud gang sign-language
take cover YOLO fingers
'cuz ****** is mute...
And bullets are blind
as lightning--strikes down a soul,
Reaper has the hood.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
People Still
don't believe
racism is in existence
for instance
check the distance
between the city and the ghetto
lettin' ya know so
we can't compete economical
nothin' but a disaster
so i mastered
the street game **** shame
i seen many flames
fools get burnt tryna gain fame
but i stay cool as a breeze
in the spring
see when the birds sings
there gonna be ******
cuz freedom never rings
lookin' at the evil things
circulatin' got me mind percolatin'
& debatin'
on topics that make hot profits
for the media
dig in yo encyclopedia n you'll see
who's the really evil its conceivable
if you read in-between the lines
it's the resurgence of crime uh
now that the pain done settled in
can't get an establishment
so they only way to go
is toe to toe with my crew
and back door joe
illegal for sure blow up the court doors
step through the corridors
or vestibule im invincible
once my crew comes through
we be rowdy bring the truth like Audi
engineerin' master plans
got the shotty make ya body snotty
now ya runnin' blood
hand over ya heart
fightin' not to part
close ya eyes for the dark
eternal sleep equals eternal peace
hopefully
i dont die the same way
cuz i got alot of deeds to pay
pray with my fingers
around the AK
cuz pain' will always be here to stay say
uh never danced in the dark
only come out in the night
to light a spark dogs don't bark
at park cars i stay at large
under the radar
i know they don't like me
cuz my clout in the street reality
i paint a picture G
better than Van-Gogh
check my chrome pistol
aimmin' over the medias temple
poppin' shells like pimples plain and simple
we show up on site
ready to fight fist in the air
thousands of us ****** that just don't care
racism still on the run
but that ***** can't outrun a gun
no feelings for the wrong dealin'
politicians killin' claim they heros
but really undercover villains
i be the covert civilian
hidden under a far pavilion
most folks still deceived
prejudice will never die why?
cuz fools just don't believe
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
I have come face to face with it again-
aligning my eyelids with stench and ruin
I am collapsing on memory
that should be dust by now.
It is still anvil
and calcite
creating callouses
at the base of my neck.
Memory is a shotty thing at best
it doesn't know who I am now
only bringing back the moment
of k9 teeth and flesh wounds
rippling through my skin
like a scraped knee on pavement.
I am not young anymore
but she still lives inside of me
wound ****** and filled with asphalt
coughing on tears and snot
as it falls down my face.
They never saw her
how the world was so bright
and loud and heavy all the time.
How a passerby could have a ***** look
and make her cry and cry.
They'd always ask me what was wrong
and how do I answer
"it's everything"
when at that age I knew nothing
but the lump in my throat
and the anvil on my little body?
This heaviness has never lifted
I have simply moved around it
learned to dance on top of it
gained muscle memory-
these limbs strong and stature
in the face of the weight it carries
because if I keep moving
maybe I will no longer realize
just how heavy it is
and just how strong I have to be to carry it.
Maybe my arms will tell me stories
of how muscle was ripped and rebuilt
over and over and over again
just so I could function
and laugh
and be alive.
I carry it all with me
like it is a handprint in wet cement.
A small penny for good luck
with my name etched above.
You can still find me there
buried under the cracks
under the tire marks
and trips to the mailbox.
You can still find what remains
of that version of me.
Little, wishing for someone's something-
wishing for anything from anyone at all.
She still lives inside of me
and aches for the day she can take a breath
without having to inhale around the anvil.
and someday, she will.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 7:26 PM UTC
Yeah htown flow here we go so check it
Yo they call me big Yosef
The most explosive
As a land mines check the rhyme
Cuz I'm
The coldest you know this my style ludicrous
Number one spot rhymes fornulated into a sentence with no dots
Don't smoke *** don't do thots
Most enemies play like a hot
Potato which way did he go
There he is flippin' my kabbitz never clown for show biz
Not a Stephen Fetchin' haters only catchin'
Heat from.me ya see I be from the three
Better known as the tre vicinity
And any
Body who gotta problem face my shotty
Now ya body outtie 5 thousand G
I keep it smooth as rap in '93
Hip hop back on a rise reclaimin' dynasty
No fantasy it's just the man in me makin' reality
So ya know ya can't battle me emcees
Stand in line only to served like volleyball
Give it my all too **** smooth to fall
Slippin' rhymes from my tongue above and beyond
Who can hang with the Don the only one
Coming down swanging lower than chariot
For girls who wanna marry us we say it's just a lust
Cuz they see the way money clings to us
Straight notorious hypnotize y'all with the bars
That glisten like stars none could par
Me from my voice that meet the beat
Boppin' ya head while cruisin' down the street
To the flows you know I'm cold as nitro
Gen better bring oxygen too much carbon
From poisoning the stage once I let my rhymes exit the cage
Of my mind gotta grind thoughts blast like a nine
But I gotta keep it smooth hot and funky
Got ya stuck in a psychedelic groove
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC