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Satanic Saturdays

Poetry

Featuring raps from my soon to be released album 'satanic-saturdays'.

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by ThatSarcasticTwat

by ThatSarcasticTwat

Sometimes I think the world is falling apart

boys and girls, all I see is tarts tarts tarts and I’m the jack o’ hearts

sometimes I go crazy

get a little dizzy

when I have a ounce

I start to bounce

you can always tell when I been chillin’

coz I come out stinkin’

of weed that I been smokin’

I’m sittin’ here, tokin’ tokin’, then I stop, start coughin’ up red

feel like the walkin’ dead

rottin’ teeth, breath stinkin’ of meds

lookin’ at my head in the mirror, it’s startlin’

used to be the best, now I’m the worst

sittin’ around spittin’ verse after verse

battlin’ my addiction with serious vindication

Every day people tell me I’m fucked

But I’m a player, playin’ I don’t get played

I’m hooked though, ever since I smoked my first joint, been on the hunt for the perfect blunt

beatin’ up runt after runt, no one I wont shunt

let me be frank, I’m not above usin’ horse trank to get my high

I used to own the streets, now I need the streets

need the moolah, jugglin' mey weed habit and alcoholism

splash splash that dosh, cash is all I need, me-ism

territory is trivial, it’s juvenile, the only thing that matters is profit

So I can go out a buy a ten bit, have a quick hit

Raised from rank to rank, sold a tank for a hit

My crew be buyin’ weed with speed, hold my nine, it’s time I was smokin’ mine

I’ll be spittin’ words as fast as you be shittin’ turds should you take my shine

I’m the king, coated in bling, golden rings, but everyone has the weakness

the sheerness of my addiction causes friction among my posy

coz I’m bossy when I miss my smoke, likely to choke ya esé

I’ll eat ya up, fuck ya up, cut ya up, shut ya up

coz I’m the mean green machine

rain’ hell on ya

Satanic saturdays, never mind tomorrows and yesterdays

today all the traitors be goin’ down like titanic

then I’ll roll up a fat joint, and consider how ironic my actions be

while bitches dance on my knee, coz it’s all bout me

who’s the king? me!

who’s always got ya back? me!

who’s the best shot?.. ME!

who’s got those stacks? ME!

Can’t hold handle of a nine with-out drink

think what ya want, just don’t tangle wit me when I’ve had a shot

or you’ll hav to play dot to dot with the holes on yo gut, tryin’ to get the blood to clot

nut nut nut alcoholic nut, how’s the gut, liver and kidney

kindin’ me, I don’t give shit, not even when I get put on a drip as long as I have a perfect trip

so top your hat to me, I sir am I class act drinker? thinker thinking how little fuck I could give

vodka, port, whisky, tequila, there is never too much you can have

so set me into ya satnav, coz when party with me it’s all you can eat

well drink, but wait, think, don’t you have that thing at work tomorrow

oh well more for me then, by the end of tonight I be jumpin’ around like Mario

shittin’ bout nothin’, fuckin’ everythin’ with legs, goin’ in behind the shed

and unlike you cent, nate, em, it’s always enough, it aint even tough

I’m the meanest motherfucker from here to the nearest bottle of vodka

I’m a true villain, a chilled character, Ab Lincoln wouldn't dare tell me what to do

My nice side is the one on the mic, even your wife wanted a taste of my spice

stop fuckin’ spazzin’ out, just chill out, have a fat sliff on me, so try it crumbles at the touch

but dont think I care about yo weird ring thing, I cant stand too much

I’m a shady motherfucker, fuck and chucker

everything is about the party, it’s narily as long as I’m feelin’ hearty

And I’ll be spittin’ words as fast as you be shittin’ turds should you take my shine