- Mar 19, 2001
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Disclaimer: Hey peeps i'm not really into dropping "N" bombs, but, every now and then I feel I have to for emphasis. So excuse me while I emphasize.
I know that the gun is a
Phallic symbol
and brothers don't give birth
to guns/thus not being the fathers
of these offsprings of destruction
but, if ******* know this, if
******* know this, since *******
KNOW this
then why? why? why? are they so quick
to engage in a sprint/to grab another
man's dyck/stroke it/
then come all over another brother because
of bullshyt?
(as if they can put on a kevlar condom
to keep from getting pregnant/and 9 seconds
later give birth to the ends of their lives)
ON YOUR MARK, GET SET, DIE...
******, your ejaculatory behavior's got yo'
*** on the spot/cause that brother you
popped/did not drop/now you're calling
the cops...with that gun in hand you claimed
you were a man/now you're scared like
a *****/couldn't buy piece of mind if
you were a million times rich...
ARE YOU READY TO RUN?
you better run fast/like 4 flat 40 yard time/
check the rear view mirrors of your mind/
and try to find/
some place too hide
loookin' for corners in a round world/
yet your still searchin'
fear has begun to choke all your hope
because that ****** is out there
(and he's comin')/
and he's startin' to stroke
(that's why you're runnin')
his distorted symbol of manhood and
his manhood is distorted
(and he's lusting to come inside of YOU)
you never thought you'd be the one to
get "phucked"
now you're stuck here in the top half
of the hourglass after all the sand has run
dry
why? why? why?
...oops times up
**** you didn't duck
you got snuck
and your cerebellum got struck
by the gism of a horny ******
seduced by the whispers of ignorance
now you're face down
your children's tears flood the ground
and type O, AB,
Negative
Positive
whatever you have runnin' through
your veins/ is coating the
the cement/
and you have reached the end of
this genocidal game
the END of your race
to the end of your life
and now YOU
who
used to be the man on the block
is spending his last seconds wondering
Why
why? why? why?...
...you stepped into the starting blocks
of a race you had no business runnin'
ON YOUR MARK, GET SET, DIE!
(c)2000 blakverb
I know that the gun is a
Phallic symbol
and brothers don't give birth
to guns/thus not being the fathers
of these offsprings of destruction
but, if ******* know this, if
******* know this, since *******
KNOW this
then why? why? why? are they so quick
to engage in a sprint/to grab another
man's dyck/stroke it/
then come all over another brother because
of bullshyt?
(as if they can put on a kevlar condom
to keep from getting pregnant/and 9 seconds
later give birth to the ends of their lives)
ON YOUR MARK, GET SET, DIE...
******, your ejaculatory behavior's got yo'
*** on the spot/cause that brother you
popped/did not drop/now you're calling
the cops...with that gun in hand you claimed
you were a man/now you're scared like
a *****/couldn't buy piece of mind if
you were a million times rich...
ARE YOU READY TO RUN?
you better run fast/like 4 flat 40 yard time/
check the rear view mirrors of your mind/
and try to find/
some place too hide
loookin' for corners in a round world/
yet your still searchin'
fear has begun to choke all your hope
because that ****** is out there
(and he's comin')/
and he's startin' to stroke
(that's why you're runnin')
his distorted symbol of manhood and
his manhood is distorted
(and he's lusting to come inside of YOU)
you never thought you'd be the one to
get "phucked"
now you're stuck here in the top half
of the hourglass after all the sand has run
dry
why? why? why?
...oops times up
**** you didn't duck
you got snuck
and your cerebellum got struck
by the gism of a horny ******
seduced by the whispers of ignorance
now you're face down
your children's tears flood the ground
and type O, AB,
Negative
Positive
whatever you have runnin' through
your veins/ is coating the
the cement/
and you have reached the end of
this genocidal game
the END of your race
to the end of your life
and now YOU
who
used to be the man on the block
is spending his last seconds wondering
Why
why? why? why?...
...you stepped into the starting blocks
of a race you had no business runnin'
ON YOUR MARK, GET SET, DIE!
(c)2000 blakverb