Don’t FUCK WITH MY GINGERSNAPS!!

Don’t FUCK WITH MY GINGERSNAPS!!.

Don’t FUCK WITH MY GINGERSNAPS!!

What’s love got to do with it?
Crimes of passion perhaps
A suburban husband snaps
On his wife for the way she yaps
And over cooked his dear ginger snaps
Next thing you know, he’s got her tied up
In their basement, all she smells for weeks
Is dirty clothes and drier lint
After this horrendous stint
He attempts to hack her up
But as he tries hack her ankle off
His dear wife has waken up
So in a panic he stabs her dozens of times
In the chest throat and stomach
As if the knife was a searcher
Inside of her body to rummage
Now he starts dismemberment
Gets sudden feelings of sentiment
Remembering their first date
As his saw tears through her ligaments
Puked more than a little bit when he
Considers where his penis went
Those places will now either decompose
Or be infested with maggots
Then he got mad again at their last argument saying
“You shouldn’t have called me a faggot”
To the dead body that he had placed in bags
That was once the women he thought
Was all he had
Now he must dispose of these heavy bags he’s got
Don’t want unwanted attention
Because the corpse will rot
So he made it to his trunk with the bag for the head
The bag for the torso,
And the bag for the legs
He saved the arms for last because he wanted to take the ring
From off her finger
Then lysol’d the basement as he left
Hoping the smell of death won’t linger
So he finds himself in family mini-van
In the backseat is his buckled toddler daughter
Back where the groceries usually are
Is his wife that he slaughtered
Now he’s 5 miles from the woods
But his mistake was that he started to speed
Wind blew the high of a stressed out cop
Trying to smoke himself some weed
And the headline reads Married Man pulled over
With Hacked Wife in the Back
And cop suspended for
Being on duty with a dime sack

Oedipus Note

Toughened my body

And blackened my heart

Have you gifted me or cursed me?

Set me up to be my worst me?

I don’t like you

But I love you

And the harshness of that thought is followed

Typical pressures of blood and society

Makes me wonder if that love is hollowed

Questions that I ask myself

Can I forgive me for trusting you

Until I can answer that with something positive

I won’t be forgiving you

A many lingering thought of pain

Many a pebble in my boot

If one were a seedling

Your oppressing waters helped that pain root

Credited for taking me higher

Ignoring the leaves branches falling

Me reaching for what feel

Me tortured by its calling

You’re not the first hero I admired

You’re the first villain I revered

Face I knew to run to

Yet, hand I knew to fear

The man I cursed to hell

As I helped nurse to health

He who alines men is either

All powerful, or a master of stealth

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

Terror Write 4

I commit double the trouble
When my bullets want to cuddle
With a pregnant woman’s bubble
And sprinkle her a blood puddle
Befuddle a pro- lifer during
His abortion debate rebuttal
When I halt a couple
As they wuddle
Grind them into rubble
Pour them down a funnel
And let them fill my favorite duffel

Yeah I’m cold
But don’t get my shivers
Confused with quivers
Cause my hand gets steady
As it delivers
Slices to your liver

I can calm your temper
Turn your bark into a whimper
Give you a permanent limp
A nickname of “The Gimp”
Or poison you with raw shrimp
Backhand you like a pimp
With my hair crimped

My Inner Misogynists

I never complicate it
Simply approach with common courtesy
If I took account of it all
It seems just like a blur to me
If asked about the past
They’ll be informed of no significance
All not guilty of actual crimes
All have no innocence
A smirk to cover the frown
Long blink to stop the drown
Tears dammed over the years
Are barred from falling down
Reaching arms for hugs get rejected
Can’t do a thing besides recline
Best to recede from the band
Like Lebron James hairline
I express frustration because
What I saw coming came and went
Whoever ends up with her in the end
Is truly a saint among men
Maybe next time I’ll give the
Approach a switch
Call her a bitch
Backhand her with my fist
Send her to the kitchen
To make me a dish
Of fish and grits
And treat her like shit
Call the slut whore a twat
Beat her til she’s in knots
And counter every resistance she gives me with
The threatening of the execution of a murder plot
That’s an exaggeration
But I see it in other guys
Trapped by denial, pressure, and lies
So far gone they can’t see their so called Junior
Doesn’t have the same eyes
They’ll keep the number of lies low
But the truth will hit you with a higher impact
You forgot to put the seat down
She let her boss hit from the back
And in the mitts
Of hearing about her trist
You can’t help but wish
That you knew what she had done
With her mouth before you’d kiss
I gave you a sample of Pandora’s Box
You’re lost starring at the petri-dish
Dig deep nice guy, we’ve all got it
It exists
I just displayed mine for you
My inner misogynst

At Second Glance

Call me cynicism I have the
Action perfected
Truth has been a bad mate to my ears
They feel neglected
I look at people like they’re full of shit
When their breath reflects it
But I’ll find honesty within you
Even if that leave you dissected
You’ve been invited to the notes
Of the closest thing you’ll see
If Tony and Elvira were to curse
This world with a seed
Peek through the black glasses again
Can you envision
A young minds division
From the familiar with
Such precision
Peaceful late nights in the dark
Disturbed by pigs with
Bite and bark
One would be surprised to know the
Feeling a glance at a barrel does to a heart
See hell in one blink
Blink twice you’ll see Cerberus charging
One has to enter the mind
To view my permanent markings

Evil freewrite…

Still with this murderous rage

I’m stuck controlling

A puny conscious paces around

A lion and calls it patrolling

Look into my eyes

In the universe of my iris

Travel through Arctic veins

To my heart, where the ice is

Better to blink or to end up in my stomach

With the corrosive acids

Become feces that make water splashes

Or be the aroma of my putrid ass gases

Don’t blame the ingested

You’re facing he who is

Quite infested

With evils and demons

The speediest sperm

Of fleeting  semen

You face a horrible demise

Boiling water poured

On teary eyes

Scissor snips to your pride

Prior to knowing your family

Has died

Your bodies found dehydrated

Finished with cyanide