Explicit.
Inspired by Eminem's
"Still Don't Give a Fuck."
You'd call me insane
If you saw the shit
That went down in my brain
The powers mine to claim
Ima overdose on some fame
And hit the top with Hussain
Osama Bin Laden type of fame
Look inside this fucking membrane
And see the shit I'm on is midgrade
Dirt cheap Reggie on the end table
Hittin the bong watching cable
Jerry Springer, this bitch tellin a fable
Say that skank fucked her man in the stables
But it was that slut bending over my table
Made her scream while she grabbed at her ankles
Big black strap on, giving anal
Plot twist like the demons used to be angels
And I'm hittin ten at these angles
My pen makes sense of the tangles
Gave me a funny look so I strangled
Him and his little Angel
I don't care about the babies
I act like an animal with rabies
So when I die I'm going straight to haities
And I don't know what this shits
doin to my head
The room is starting to spin
And I don't know what this shits
doin to my head
But I'm clawing at my skin
And I don't know what this shits
doin to my head
The roof is caving in
And I don't know what this shits
doin to my head
But now I'm feeling the zen
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Memory Lane
PoetryI often read through old poems of mine and wish to share the works again. This is where I plan to do that. I'll occasionally publish the poems I consider the highlights of my years as an infant poetess. 🙂 all poems are a minimum of 7 months old, as...
