Freewrite…

I jog in the fog
Carelessly carrying live grenades
Tossing them willy nilly
Sharing my sunshine with those under shade
I love to shoot people up
From their kneecaps, up to their sculls
Or dangle them from a tall building
Let go, and watch them fall
I’d say my favorite mutilation
Is a chainsaw castration
While you scream in pain
I’ll be sawing away in jubilation
My blade works good
Some of you may call it ox work
Buck 50 across your face
Indicating your life’s worth
Stab wounds make pink out of that precious white shirt
Blood tasted like baby’s milk,now that qwinched my thirst

Freewrite….

It’s my hearts desire
To set your body on fire
Slice you up prior
And pick at your eyes
With a set of pliers
Sticking butcher knives
To the throats of foes wives
Grabbing foes and make em watch porn
Slicing dicks off as they rise
Giving blood baths
Lead showers
Noose rope
And you’re the soap
You’re slowly being rubbed out
Eyes bulging as you choke
Here’s my sledge hammer
I call it Billy Bammer
There’s no escape
Any sudden acceleration, makes Bill slam on you hard
Like Toyota Breaks

I Can If I Wanna

I can be mean cruel and dishonest
In the middle of a metropolis
Riding a hippopotamus
On my laptop searching Workopolis

You could totally find me whippin slave owner descendants
Making them answer to the name “Tobey”
Or just for fun
Send women to the hotel room for Kobe

I wanna throw a surprise party
With all white women there
Have the guy open the door
And I’ll yell out” TIGER’S HERE!!”

Addict

Face the mirror
Or would that take more bravery
You won’t see yourself
Rather what has you in slavery

Up your nose
In your lungs
And in your blood stream

In your mouth
to your stomach
Corrupting liver and spleen

These are demons
You grant permission to enter
So don’t find God
Without asking him “where is a rehab center?”

A Mad Mans Rambling

I got a violent air about about me
Breath me, or leave me
Paranoid to an extreme
So it’s hard to deceive me
My proper attire is a straight jacket
I’m gangsta so I wear it crooked
Catch me arguing with my imaginary friends
But all you see is me yelling “who took it!!”

I get all Satanic
Cause a city to panic
Wrap seniors in plastic
And throw pregnant chicks
Out the windows of attics

How hairy can the situation get
Some get their weave torn
Some get their wig split
Some get married
It’s like turning pony dealing with 1 trick

Beamer Benz Bentley Freewrite

Chainsaw, Knife, Machetti
Chainsaw, Knife, Machetti
Bear trap snaps your leg
Makes blood and bone confetti
I’m digging in your guts
To see if you recently ate spaghetti
I kill you, leave you with more cuts
Than surgery scars on Oprah’s belly
I slice and dice
Your Adam’s Apple twice
Tell you “duck”
As your last piece of advice
Boil you in some stew
And serve with some beans and rice
And I dare you to open your mouth
And accuse me of plagiarism
My knife will make you scream
Like porn stars with penis in em’

Nasty Novice

I get nervous when I’m having sex
With diseased chicks
I clam up to catch crabs
Sandy gave me beach dick

I get my forehead split
Every time I lick clit
I take the term “eat” seriously
And end up getting kicked

Word On The Street

Shots fired, man down
You heard the sound
You saw that light

Can you believe he’s dead
Because of a shoe scuff fight?
I heard he rocked the shooters jaw
Wont say who the shooter is

Damn shame what happened to him
I heard he was trying to have kids

You know where he got shot at?
A drive by while he was coming out the store
Probably squeezed a .44
And floored it
Never stopped going forward

How’s you know that?
I heard from the girl down the street

Oh shit, put that blunt out
Here come the police

Terror Write 6

When I’m not out promoting violence
I’m putting clowns to silence
Do your impression of a mime
While I teach you how to rhyme
French kiss a serpent
And let the poison get on your tongue
Spit it at any one in a battle
Until the bell is rung
Beat your opponents to death
Til they cry blood
On dirt and make
Red mud
Punch them in the dick
Til they pass out and wake up with a swollen cock
Tie him down and slice that thing up
Like it was live stock
Yes you can call me Darth Vadar
Because I lead the troopers
Your life’s a mistake
The results of an ammature porn blooper
I’ll take the hammer to your head
You can call me the roofer
Knock your shingles loose
Leave your structure in a stupor
Or use a chainsaw
To cut you up finer than
Carrots in cole slaw
I’m exiting, but first I’m
Running over your dogs paw

Terror Write 5

While you’re cracking a beer
I smash and I smear
I won’t write like a queer
To be boosted with cheers
I’d rather be jeered
Poked and attacked from a distance
Because my pen ink is feared
I put you in a car while in gear
Tie up your arms and male you steer
Brick on the pedal
I watch you crash
Into metal
I’m calamity’s pen
I’m misery’s friend
Shadowy poetry villain
Mysterious like Jim Morrison’s end
I can ramble on and on about absolutely nothing
And you’ll love it my friend
Ever watch “Dragnet”?
Well Sargent Friday was racist
That called blacks Mondays
Mumbled slurs came from his fudge
Covered lips from his sundae
I yell “eight” right before
I hit you in the balls with a golf club
Leave you unsure of your manhood as
A pro athletes wife of their love
I wanna ask random people
Do they wanna get drunk
Throw them in a trunk and melt them
Drink them and chew them if there’s chunks
I roll with semi satanic slurs
Circling my cerebral cortex
Holding a semi automatic with bullets
That penetrate two bodies flesh during sex