"thizz" poems - Hello Poetry

It started as a joke we all laughed at the thought of slanging coke or passing cops with a whole bag of thizz cheesing out ya window, just like Andre and Mac Dre in the Bay and Valley Joe But now the game got real I'm broke and choked for skrill (skreel) and this sandwich place can't even contend with the dough I'd make if I dealed But who could I trust and who would squeal, make me have to peel out in my whip as I dipped moved cribs and changed homies Do I have a soul of a drug dealer or one for slapping on pepperoni to a sandwich for another zombie Do I have the soul of a drug dealer?

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC

daniel-magner

Ghost Chair Raps

It started as a joke we all laughed at the thought of slanging coke or passing cops with a whole bag of thizz cheesing out ya window, just like Andre and Mac Dre in the Bay and Valley Joe But now the game got real I'm broke and choked for skrill (skreel) and this sandwich place can't even contend with the dough I'd make if I dealed But who could I trust and who would squeal, make me have to peel out in my whip as I dipped moved cribs and changed homies Do I have a soul of a drug dealer or one for slapping on pepperoni to a sandwich for another zombie Do I have the soul of a drug dealer?

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I see this city for what it is, Hung over from a drunk night of love and thizz, The scores of underaged mental ****** This city has its dope game sores, The blinking lights of dreams that may never be, And the burnt out saints singing of their misery, The deaf musicians holding for glory days, And quiet actors lips singing future unknown plays, And all the intellects and jocks are buying memories from the street on 4th, As we all look up with longing in the shadow of mount in north Painters obnoxiously using pastels made of broken hearts and deep cuts, While boozed up geniuses look with hope at their pile of cigarette butts, As we all hope for something more, We fail to smile at the witty and ugly ***** The failed nights of that fall cold, And the shyest writers with pros of mindsets that have forever danced away the feeling of bold, We all look up with longing in the shadow of the mount in the north, As we all put down our hands, And fold.

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Nov 17, 2013

Nov 17, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC

the-masked-sleepyz

Reno quit calling.

I see this city for what it is, Hung over from a drunk night of love and thizz, The scores of underaged mental ****** This city has its dope game sores, The blinking lights of dreams that may never be, And the burnt out saints singing of their misery, The deaf musicians holding for glory days, And quiet actors lips singing future unknown plays, And all the intellects and jocks are buying memories from the street on 4th, As we all look up with longing in the shadow of mount in north Painters obnoxiously using pastels made of broken hearts and deep cuts, While boozed up geniuses look with hope at their pile of cigarette butts, As we all hope for something more, We fail to smile at the witty and ugly ***** The failed nights of that fall cold, And the shyest writers with pros of mindsets that have forever danced away the feeling of bold, We all look up with longing in the shadow of the mount in the north, As we all put down our hands, And fold.

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my fingers smell like Camels eternally because we all take life very seriously and my appetite just died because I got a wiff of curdled milk I fed a sunflower seed and was reminded that I want to thizz but lack the funds to do so.

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May 14, 2011

May 14, 2011 at 9:58 AM UTC

taylor-browne

genius.

my fingers smell like Camels eternally because we all take life very seriously and my appetite just died because I got a wiff of curdled milk I fed a sunflower seed and was reminded that I want to thizz but lack the funds to do so.

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