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Complete Strikes
« on: May 11, 2007, 07:48:35 AM »
Strike 1

No shit!, the third nightmare in just 2 days
I was numb standin right there in a big ass maze
two kids runnin away laughin at my fuckin face
tried to follow em but then they split in two damn ways
I gotta get up, wash my face and take the bottle o rum
the only one I really count on when I feel I'm done,
I be walkin in the rain to kill the pain of my conscience,
so I hope my thoughts let me get close to this nonsense
but Satan want me insane, he put a bitch in this sleet,
I'm gonna grab her warm titts in this dead end street,
then she whinin, cryin, tryna find a way to escape,
by the time they find her, it'll be way too late,
I put my knife on her neck cause she don't stop shakin,
she looks scared but why? none but love I'm makin,
some may say it's rapin' so the law I'm breakin
but encarceratin ain't my plan of agin',
I'm pushin harder and harder so her pussy's bleedin,
I won't stop till i cum or the bitch stops breathin,
oh shit! I'm done, now I'll take her to the corner
and cut her neck exactly right 'fore I burn her,
so she can't scream and they won't find shit in the scene,
while my mean me vanish and my mind stay clean
or at least I don't remember shit about my sin,
another soul sent to heaven, now they almost eleven,
ghetto ravens approachin but them hoes only seven,
them muthafuckas pushed me so I draw my Eagle,
neighbours gonna call the cops and the nearest hospital,
am I good? am I evil? I'm illegal or legal?
when it comes to punish bitches I turn into a little
mercy lackin muthafucka stuck in smashin back on suckas
thinkin they be thugs and hustlas but they only fags and bustas,
so watch yo mouth cause you don't know what I might do
and meanwhile you bitch better stay tuned for the strike 2!

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Strike 2

Strike one's on the news but cops lack suspects,
they thinkin they can get me but that's not correct,
now everybody yellin "bitch show yourself!"
but what about the ghetto kids I sent to hell?
nobody give a fuck, it's prolly gang-related shit,
the corruption on the media make me feel about to split,
'knock knock knock', my magnums next to me,
and if it's the police, it's a catastrophe,
then I heard "trick or treat?" and i thought "wait and see",
"come in and take 'em all, this is a luxury!"
but I played them the trick, now lil kids in my basement,
two boys and a girl, her lil titts get me impatient,
I had to fuck that ass while rubbin her black breast,
then I blew her brains out on the whinin white heads,
what a mess, wait a minute, let me lick it off yo hair,
they screamin it ain't fair cause they tied sittin on this chairs,
the fuckin kids got me mad so I cut one's lil penis
and I cauterized the bleedin while his friend was eatin (what?)
it's time to put a end to this show of shame and pain,
this is Hungry, my pitbull, y'all alone to play some game,
no friends, no family, no emotional weakness,
get a victim's my existence to relieve my sickness,
no similes, no metaphors cause this is not a poem,
just a bunch of insane rhymes, you want more? insert a coin...

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Strike 3

Strike 3, 1 a.m., I'm drivin iron like a fuckin beast,
silence preceded sirens, what the fuck is this?
"you are completely surrounded, come out with your hands up!",
let em come and get me and we'll see how this shit turns out,
no time to waste, get the vest and the techs,
the first 2 cops blow up, watch yo steps in this chess,
now they realize my house is not what they expected,
I made it so nobody but me'd be accepted,
mines under the floor and bricks behind each door,
by the time they find me ain't no more then 3 or 4,
I´m like CJ, shit is fucked up and cops keep comin,
I will decay or get locked up if I don't start runnin,
but ain't no way to run so it's time to fight,
I'm quick to smash on anyone I got on sight,
I broke a pig's neck and blew some others brains out,
my vest was swallowin lead while I spread death, no damn doubt,
Dr Lecter came to enlighten me so I took a cop to the kitchen,
they found him in a pool o' blood wit a shock in his system,
gotta get him to the hospital 'fore this hero perish,
I get up, stop the ambulance and then just vanish...

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Re: Strike 1
« Reply #1 on: May 18, 2007, 02:33:32 PM »
Nigga you straight?

You also got a very graphic imagination.
 

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Re: Strike 1
« Reply #2 on: May 21, 2007, 09:04:22 AM »
imagination, hmmm, yeah that's right  :whistle:


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Re: Complete Strikes
« Reply #3 on: December 03, 2007, 09:34:24 AM »
ok i just put em all together it's one of my own favourites

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