Poetry competition CLOSED 28th August 2017 5:59pm
WINNER
gazellemon (Bradley J)
gazellemon (Bradley J)
RUNNER-UP:
wallyroo92
Rapping about how hard core you are.
It happens from time to time
My stupidity shines through
Because I see the orchestrated signs
Yes actually beforehand
But that is the switch that sets me off
Makes me not give a fuck
And hopes for that door to slam shut
Insult my inteligence, go ahead
But, in reality I didn't do anything to you
Or to him,,,,,
Clemontyme
My stupidity shines through
Because I see the orchestrated signs
Yes actually beforehand
But that is the switch that sets me off
Makes me not give a fuck
And hopes for that door to slam shut
Insult my inteligence, go ahead
But, in reality I didn't do anything to you
Or to him,,,,,
Clemontyme
My Everyday
The other day the pilot light went off in my water heater,
I checked it out but I couldn’t check the meter,
That meant no hot water for who knows how many hours,
But I had shit to do, so I took a cold shower.
The other night, my woman and I got into a fight,
She told me to remove my shoes from the living room,
I told her yes honey, but this is my house bitch!
I said under my breath and didn’t do it till morning, BOOM!
Just this morning as I was making everyone breakfast,
I noticed there was no milk for coffee in the fridge,
But I did see there was powdered creamer in cupboard,
So I used that instead but just a smidge.
My everyday thug life is a hoodlum’s slice of paradise,
Living on the edge with a pledge and a sacrifice,
My average day is the hood way and crazy theme,
The schemes I dream up are just a scream.
My credit is five-eighty it’s lazy and shady,
When I pay half my credit cards and they gang up
The hollers from callers are not from ballers,
Every month collectors hassle me but I hang up.
I catch chicks staring cuz’ I’m so bold and daring,
I wanna tell ‘em “Hey! Eyes up here and not at that”
They check out my skills, I know it gives them a thrill,
Watching me fold my woman’s panties at the laundromat.
Even as I cruise down the boulevard I get stares,
They’re like “that dude is hardcore” but they have no iota,
Of the life I that live with no reason to forget or forgive,
Even though I have a wheel cover missing from my Toyota.
My everyday thug life is a hoodlum’s slice of paradise,
Living on the edge with a pledge and a sacrifice,
My average day is the hood way and crazy theme,
The schemes I dream up are just a scream.
The sign says sixty-five but I’ll drive sixty-six,
There’s no limit to my spirit that’s how I get my kicks,
My lunch at work may only be an hour,
But I’ll take sixty-five minutes to show them my power.
I’m so hardcore people look at me think I’m like Thor,
Just smaller, fatter and a little closer to the floor,
My mug shot is a picture of me on my coffee mug,
With a hint of rum on the run because I’m so thug.
And if someone tries to talk down or disrespects me,
I file a complaint through the proper channels hastily,
My silence is golden and it helps me embolden,
Because my rage is a caged fart I can’t hold in.
My everyday thug life is a hoodlum’s slice of paradise,
Living on the edge with a pledge and a sacrifice,
My average day is the hood way and crazy theme,
The schemes I dream up are just a scream.
The other day the pilot light went off in my water heater,
I checked it out but I couldn’t check the meter,
That meant no hot water for who knows how many hours,
But I had shit to do, so I took a cold shower.
The other night, my woman and I got into a fight,
She told me to remove my shoes from the living room,
I told her yes honey, but this is my house bitch!
I said under my breath and didn’t do it till morning, BOOM!
Just this morning as I was making everyone breakfast,
I noticed there was no milk for coffee in the fridge,
But I did see there was powdered creamer in cupboard,
So I used that instead but just a smidge.
My everyday thug life is a hoodlum’s slice of paradise,
Living on the edge with a pledge and a sacrifice,
My average day is the hood way and crazy theme,
The schemes I dream up are just a scream.
My credit is five-eighty it’s lazy and shady,
When I pay half my credit cards and they gang up
The hollers from callers are not from ballers,
Every month collectors hassle me but I hang up.
I catch chicks staring cuz’ I’m so bold and daring,
I wanna tell ‘em “Hey! Eyes up here and not at that”
They check out my skills, I know it gives them a thrill,
Watching me fold my woman’s panties at the laundromat.
Even as I cruise down the boulevard I get stares,
They’re like “that dude is hardcore” but they have no iota,
Of the life I that live with no reason to forget or forgive,
Even though I have a wheel cover missing from my Toyota.
My everyday thug life is a hoodlum’s slice of paradise,
Living on the edge with a pledge and a sacrifice,
My average day is the hood way and crazy theme,
The schemes I dream up are just a scream.
The sign says sixty-five but I’ll drive sixty-six,
There’s no limit to my spirit that’s how I get my kicks,
My lunch at work may only be an hour,
But I’ll take sixty-five minutes to show them my power.
I’m so hardcore people look at me think I’m like Thor,
Just smaller, fatter and a little closer to the floor,
My mug shot is a picture of me on my coffee mug,
With a hint of rum on the run because I’m so thug.
And if someone tries to talk down or disrespects me,
I file a complaint through the proper channels hastily,
My silence is golden and it helps me embolden,
Because my rage is a caged fart I can’t hold in.
My everyday thug life is a hoodlum’s slice of paradise,
Living on the edge with a pledge and a sacrifice,
My average day is the hood way and crazy theme,
The schemes I dream up are just a scream.
Somthing on me, falacious, its unbearable, i read on the magazine, throwing to my fellow enemy, he reads, and the most beautiful thing happens, he reads, and he looks at me pointing the finger, a woman's breast, the fruit of life, a woman's ass, the birth of shit, its magnificent.
