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As for me, I'm a poet, not a rapper
Yall couldn't hail in comparison to my lyrical stature,
I'll rapture, all you little punks out the game
Aint never gonna succeed, or bring fame to ya name,
Or put a claim on nothin',
Tryna act hard, tho I know you stuntin'
I stay puntin', little ******* like you through the goal post
I'd call ya both *******, but ya like the ***** most
You're pig roast, burned a little crispy
Talking ****, but I bang ya little *****
Come on, can ya keep up with me?
I stay spittin bars better than Kanye and Jeezy
And Weezy too, come at me turn your face black and blue
I'd take a walk into the gay bar, but please, after you
Denise Nov 2017
You're pretty for a dark-skinned chick
You'd be prettier if you were a light-skinned *****
Weezy F baby, said it himself
"beautiful black woman, but i bet she look better red"
He will never know the thoughts that went through the black woman's head
I don't want to be dark-skinned
I don't want to be light-skinned
I don't want to be brown skinned
I wanna be the RIGHT skin,
that white skin,
that PRIVILEGED skin
Now i don't mean that to be racist
it's not that i'm screaming BLACK POWER.
I just want to place,
even if it means being last in the entire human race.
did i mention i'm NOT screaming BLACK POWER?
I just don't want to see my brothers and sisters life span's equivalent to that of an hour.
an hour glass, sitting on the table
waiting for it's time to budge
Like an innocent young girl in a classroom last month
waiting to be drug
You say you'd rather be anything than a dark skinned chick,
Well ,here is a autobiography of an angry,
melanin filled,
*****.
This is for all the people who think light skin is the RIGHT skin. No racism I love all people, just a poke at some black power themed poetry, My roots <3
He feels compelled
to smack her ***.
Hot pants and red jeggings
jeer him.

The world cannot contain
Weezy.
Nor should it.

He will smack her ***.
MikeyP May 2018
All I want to do is cut.
I want that taste of metal down the tip of my tongue.
Run jagged lines down my body
Make me feel the pain of a sting so ice cold, I scream in a gasp of air.
Send chills through my body that make each move and every step difficult to bear
I want to see blackness as my fist collide against my temple
I want that hard smell of blood in my nose as I hit my eye just right.
I want to deck myself to wear everyone will see the ****** I am
Beat myself senseless
****** and black and blue.
Weezy as I fail to move.
Nothing satisfies my thirst for blood
I want myself dead, yet....
I manage one more day without a touch of a blade.
One more day without physical pain to myself
Melinda Barrett Jan 2015
I am alone in my own world, really
You are a foreigner you cannot feel me
The atmospheres venom it can **** so easy
Will cloud ur emotions, make you feel weezy
Open your brain & invite me in, stay with me now
I'll give you plenty of oxygen that's all I'll allow
No secrets in here lt does not appease me
So lay down your heart but please do not fear the uneasy
EmperorOfMine Dec 2019
Steady
Anxiety climbing up my back as we cling and latch on,
Pulling, gripping, 'til we're up, up, up, and on top,
Paused
Peering out at the world, gawking and gazing,
Vision reformed into the lens of a fishbowl,
Intensity
Sweat racing down our faces as our hearts patter more paces,
******
Yanked by the Earth, like lightning from the sky,
Why, oh, why, we yell with no tears to cry,
Falling
Exciting as it may be, terrifying, we fall, fall, fall,
Tantalizing
An ending to the torment, so close but so far from our fingertips,
Spun around and tossed, like a pinball to a jester, tricked, fooled,
Entertained
A little under the weather, we're getting kind of queasy,
Hoarse from all the screaming, some are kind of Weezy,
Calm
At the end of the rollercoaster, shock, pause, disheveled,
What a journey it is, what a wonder, fun, scary, hard, emotional,
End
Yo it's my turn like big pun
I shine Brighter than the sun
Warrior like Sun Tzu
What ya gonna do
When I step to you
With this 1 2 punchlines
Breakin particles
In yo mind flatline
Now rewind
Back before you got the
Slug fools claim they ****
Until the bullets
Wrapped em up like hugs
Cold heartless mugs
Still puffin herbs to calm my nerves
Like tennis racquets fools get served
But I'm a bad associate
So once you **** me off
Watch the bars get
More relentless ruthless
Who shootin' this
Rhymes harder than me
I penetrate like chemical
Acid flows flaccid cause blood traffic
Once you taste the automatic
Now you permenantly tatted
I'm frequency causin' static

Still hard to ****
Endin' weak wills
Bullets for ya last meal
And I'm ill
This ain't no motion
Picture or reel
This is something for the dollar bills
Still livin off drug deals
Close to a mill
We **** near build
Our own nation make bad situations
Look easy while y'all stay cheesy
I got the desert eagle easily
I be the harsh George makin'
Hataz Weezy believe me
Lyrically I **** em all
***** to the walls
Got more walls than paul
So ya know I'm never gone fall
Ghetto Socrates with dangerous melodies
Deadening mentalities
None could battle me
They end up like Cain on menace to society
Yo them bars elementary so basic let's face it
Them false tactics will get ya facelift
Spittin' bars that's useless I'm ruthless
Eazy like E and the E for ease from the trigger squeeze
Follow my desert ease I give death a tease
Watch ya body sneeze out blood lowers the degrees
Feelin' the depths of hell G prodigy
Breeds causing havoc
Iay chaos like Doncic on the Dallas Mavericks thinkin' you so **** slick
But ya bars to greasy I'll have ya weezy
Please believe me murders are laid easily
It's an angels treasons when you breathing with demons
These 15s Makin' sensory it's the Black Michaelangelo
Paintin' ya ****** to a mural giving out halos
For not laying low my flows cold as nitro-
Gen use trees for my oxygen weaken ya collagens
Stop acting hard fraud when we know bend ya men's
Get it Benjamin's I'm taking ya ends you pretend
Leaving ya body blowin in the wind from
These lyrics that don't bend comprehend
To the back of ya dome wings flying
Hit you in the sky just see you fry again
Die again I was born a slayer hell's mayor
But I thought you was a player til I laid ya
Baby mamas bullets eat through ya flesh call it Dahmer
I'll palm ya with lyrics dunk on ya harder than Jordan did to the Knicks take ya pick
I'm the best at this **** my skills slay more than John Wick
#barznagga
Alfredo Ron Sep 2018
Frank Worm grew large and distinguished.
He was this casket's tribal leader,
in all his white and slimy, bloated glory.
He ate most of his appointed corporal meals in elegance.
Even had first dibs on the poor *******'s brain.
This delicacy made him smart.
And with the votes of Crumble and Weezy,
two of his friends on the New Maggot Council;
he was elected party president.
Then sure enough the whole body was consumed.
And at last, even poor Frank rotted away in his waste.

— The End —