FREEwrite. women.

To All the lucky ladies, doesn’t matter if they hate me.

Because this song is not about you lately,

Cause all I want to say is, you got me mad with rabies.

Lately I got caught up, stuck up, in my own world,

Traveling abroad, searching up women,

Maybe a dumb broad, or a curvy asian,

Brunettes are the best, cause its all in the sayin.

Layin Waste with words, I used on paper with ink

Pause: cause my verse unfinished, taking time to think.

Payin attention is hard to do,

When you’ve got no roots,

Not stuck in one spot,

Planted in some area where light shines not.

I’ve never done as I’ve been told,

But these words I hold,

Dear to me, as they explain a certain motto that fits me.

"Bloom where ya planted."

What ever it means, it could be…

That cuties is passin me by,

Do what you want and just try

Get at them even if you aint fly.

It Will all matter in TIME.

I’ll make ya wet like a corvette under an autumn rain.

Then I’ll learn up ya brain.

Off the dome, even for the gnomes.

Like Verne Troyer. But he’s incorrectly labeled,

He’s more like a midget, or a dwarf.

To the chick givin head: please don’t barf.

Booty bumpin like the bass is,

Where the beasts live.

Comin out at night,

The club is where he lives,

He’s a lover so he does not fight.

Its more like flight club where does his hangin

But not like a coat does,

All the drugs(buzz) isn’t that nice

when you doin that with peeps of bad Ad-VICE.

VICES isn’t bad as shootin dice is.

Cause its hustling baby,

Where I go to do that?

At corner like a street rat,

Or skate rat, or any type of rap.

you know I don’t have bad rap.

since im Stayin home mondays thru fridays on the mandatory,

cause peeps give wrong names for my category.

gotta learn up that its wrong to label people,

like you're a labeling device,

It's Not nice.

Gotta Put that Hate on Ice.

New Girl ISH

dang girl you're the one i miss,

especially when i hear the profanity roll off your lips

Doesn't matter if bang the thin or the thick one

either givin me head soo much that i get all the knowledge when im done.

i know for fact yous my mom favorite worst nightmare, 

since you take charge is what makes my mom so scared, 

you may be lacking in the attic, but full in the bassment,

sexual innuendos, eveyone nose what i meant.

i love the light skin & the black hair,

russia's where i might dare to go. USSR correct at that

Czech girls so fine with they baby phat.

you be diggin baby lookin 18 year old asians,

who looks like they barely hit adolescence

sure they got brain, but do they got head skills?

their intelligence isnt enough to get your hunger for knowledge filled.

i thought this new white MC names was "aruss reth"

cause the way looks & raps he could be called crystal meth

BUT, i have to give him prop instead,

since asher Roth said, "niggas wearing plaid,

is the world goin mad

& crazy?

seem so, 

since nick cannon is married to mariah carey"

&you the prime example of why the worlds goin crazy,

a Vato punk, loves rap as much as his drawls has funk

disgusting, i already know the reason why,

its cause he's always cummin where sleeps, on the top bunk.

and bed sheet stained whiter than the sky's

clouds, that how my vision is, from seein all you sucky bitches

you guys suck like dumb blondes,

many of which im not fond-OF.

no one knows how to freshen up or even heard of DOVE,

pure white and milky, its the moisture thats in it,

good life/bonita

we got everything the world does not,

glam and glitz and everything that's hot

the fashion, brains, power & might

voting for colors red blue black & white

hate is still present still evident,

through hate for the common soldier/war heroes/POWs

or the black man, raised muslim,

those people hardly concern him

but now he should be warned that

Bonita(BITCHES)

im a bit still too obsessed with fashion,

does that make me a woman?

of kind that doesnt relate to my lifestyle being

that i have musical roots in different places

separate paths like journey th band

i still havent been, on my own journey.

but it'll come, and until that day, i'd gotta do something

rather than wait. maybe pick up A mate.

get that check, (since im) on a date

and i'll be at the door step like checkmate.

but not for a hot coffee mod

probably there for that smoking hot bod.

but im not smoking like smoking fags.

like smoking blunts, cause she still on her rag.

yeah, maybe met up with cocaine fiend,

but that type of ish isnt my scene.

not playin games with your heart like mySCENE.

and im still thinking it over

&i cant get over the way you fit your jeans.

on how they fit, and aint ya a bitch, but that's all i hear.

so let me get this straight dear.

not quaking in my boots, almost flamboyant as a queer.

no hate to them, cause i got a couple of them as friends.

not as acquaintances at best, but more a fairweather friend

lest we do more then help each other out on tests.

hard to collect digits of my classmates, let alone a girl i'd never met before today.

but im not paying attention to whatever you got to say.

i just want in, BITCH.

uh er i mean HONEYDIP/aww c'mon buddy i didnt mean that.


thepoem
Fuckin is what we've been doin
so i wrote ya this first grade poem

F means im gonna eat ya like flamin hot cheetos
U like weiner in your yummy buns
C is like cake which we make when shake an bake
Ketchup what come out when im done with you
I am the only one who gets inside of you
N makes sounds like a pumkin
cause that what you have bonita larger than a applebum
dont even need to take of your happyslip
through that my dick i'll rip
like your hymen.