introducing doctor bitch

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By twisted bean

feeling accomplished just like osama when the world trade became a gonna just like yo dad the first time he fucked yo mamma like a god damn wolf in grandma's pajamas like prince fucking charming in shining armor it may sound alarming but ur gonna wanna know, in case u didnt bro i got the sickest flow from head to toe i glow u dont need to see for me to show a damn thing dont gotta feel the heat to know i got the hottest bling im the hottest thing to roll in since sin badder than the devil i'll fuck u up like bootleg gin u think its over but i didnt even begin the beat drops now all the bullshit stops got the bartender telling me to take a walk but fuck that guy ima take another shot he called the cops but im not afraid of getting shot im a small girl and fat pigs think im fucking hot ill get their nuts off its better than getting caught and locked up for carrying an ounce of pot got people hatin on me when they say that they not but i dont give a shit i dont even know who they are maybe met em once but ill be damned if i plum forgot been too busy poking at corpses with this iron rod wearin nothin but a cheetah print thong and a bra gettin drunk as fuck on an island in bermuda fuckin magically creating bombs just like bush when he framed saddam i got it goin on gonna set off your car alarm !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lock away ur kids cuz theyll only come to harm better say your prayers if you hear em quote my songs theyll never be the same they wont recognize their own mom i dont give a fuck who u blame the situations unchanged when im through your whole existence will be rearranged you wont be able to tell if ur alive or insane ull think ur in hell and u wont remember ur name your hopes and dreams will be poured down the drain into the sewage filled with mushed guts and blood and brains of all my projects gone bad and left out in the rain to get in the air into your lungs into the dna in your veins appollo's chariot is the sun and im holdin the reins cause all gods are dead all that's real is being high and in pain the truth is plain to see u wanna be me but u dont know how to be u know how to look but not to see u know how to live but u dont know how to feel u know the cards u want but u dont know how to deal u know whats right but u dont know whats real u know how to fight but u dont know how to steal u think that enlightenment is pase and surreal u think ur brave but the second u get scared u squeal u run for the hills then u bend over and keel u cry and u hide but soon time will reveal your ultimate and genuine lack of appeal so let me keep it real simple i am proactive and u are the pimple u are a blemish and so you must shrivel like a raisin in the sun for everyone to watch and make fun because humanity is just like a loaded gun if we havent seen mass death the party hasnt really begun

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