Don’t FUCK WITH MY GINGERSNAPS!!

Don’t FUCK WITH MY GINGERSNAPS!!.

You’re singing a songlike “Put On A Happy

You’re singing a song

like “Put On A Happy Face”

At my funeral

Should have been a rap Freewrite

I am poetry’s villain
Worst rhymer in the world
Be amazed at what is typed
As my fingers unfurl
I could take about me
I could talk about the world
Could opine on worldly possessions
Or receiving oral sex from your girl
Yes imagine it, imagine my cock
Mopping your girls lips
Her spit drips to her tits
And look at my naked asses care for your feelings
Do you see two shits?
I bask in your pain
And bathe in your suffering
And send more bullets at you
Then lies in stories FOX news is covering
You’ll fulfill my fantasy of hearing
A dead mans muttering
But I might shoot you while your dying
If you begin stuttering

Girl In The Barbie Chain

So against my judgment you come to this party
Oh, you didn’t think I would come with
It’s your paranoia talking, your fun’s curse
Your life’s gift
Focus on the attire
Who’s in Cartie glasses and leather jackets
Who has the attitude that says without saying
“I’m armed, holding heat, I pack it”
Likely one of the few in with guns
So play it cool, attempt to have fun
Mingle a little with women
Chick with the barbie chain, big chest, and hair in a bun
She talked about popular rappers
I nodded unappreciative of her jargon
I begged her pardon
Stepped to the window and enjoyed the even view of the garden
I sensed a calmness similar to births of storms
The chick with the tits and barbie chain seems to be having a convo
With a man she wouldn’t norm
Not a pleasant exchange
She pushed him, and cursed him
He slapped her to the floor
From the ground she caps his ass
With a chrome .44
The party dies instantly
Among the scatter of people she sees me
Gives me the finger and aim her gun at me
Exclaiming “You were rude to me!”
I followed instinct and rammed shoulder first through
The window
She wasn’t shooting high enough for my head
To bring me to an end though
I did all this worrying about dudes
And end up with a crazy chick blasting at me
Then I guess my paranoid side started feeling happy
In the midst of escape I sprint into darkness
Her trigger squeezes are aimless
I had the drop on her two thunderous strikes
Left her on the ground and storm clouds rainless

A Most Despicable Dedication

I bet when Conrad got the verdict he felt “Bad”. It may have even given him “Butterflies”. He realized when he heard guilty that he wasn’t a “Smooth Criminal”. I bet he woke in cold sweats from nightmares yelling “Leave Me Alone” cause the dream was about a prisoner telling him to “Give In To Me”. He dreamed of the prisoners calling him “Pretty Young Thing”. It is, after all “Human Nature” for him not to want to be someone’s “Girlfriend”, but he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t “Wanna Be Startin Somethin”. But in the end some big prisoner snatched him up and said he’d be “The Lady In My Life”. You should have heard that “Scream”

A Most Despicable Dedication…

Night Stalker (Richard Ramirez)

Night Stalker (Richard Ramirez).

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

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’