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dotun
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Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:41 am

*stands like a f.cking newbie and says...*

hi,

my name's dotun and i'm a f.cking newbie in this bitch. oh, sorry moms i forgot no cussing. but hey, why's that?? oh, well where was i? oh..ohh! my brain's deadweight tonite 'cos i've been preparing for varsity and school's a real bitch in the making.

so here's my poetry......

[CAUTION- Get every f.cking minor outta here cos there's gonna be some heavy use of language]

BLOOD, GUTS, GRIME

ARRRGGHHHHHHH!!!!

LOVE, NUTS, CRIME

AHHAAAAAA :D :D

BLAST, FUCK BITCHES

LAST, HATE SNITCHES

2 MOTTOS

FUCK THE POLICE

SCHOOL'S A BITCH

WAR...ARRRGGGHH!!

SPINES BROKEN

GUTS SPILLIN'

EYES GOUGING

SLIME SLURGING

GUYS HUGGING :D

MICE THUGGING :s hock: :D

INTESTINES SPILLING

PUSSY RESIDUE LEAKING

BITCHES BITCHING

The list goes on...



ahhh.....now that i've expelled and took out my anger i feel better
yutsisfran
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Mon Apr 24, 2006 12:03 am

hey i'm new to this, my name is Francine. and one of my poems goes like this...

My third eye opens, closes, inhales, exhales, sounds like a smokers commercial

or an infomercial for the celebration of being skinny,

slim, peachy, ugly. My third eye pains me, and makes me look like a

fool lost in time, like a virgin in a whorehouse or a bum in a palace

or like, like, like me in the hands of a deep black, tall, sexy as hell looking man.

My third eye rushes thru me like the poison in my newport giving me

energy, vivacity, morality, extremity, fragility, agility. Shit I need another fuckin pull

I need another glimpse into my world of pain.

My future life taken in vain, my longevity and early death, my fucking mind games

It just keeps crying and crying and when the third eye is open and meditation kicks in,

it keeps dying

some more.

The running blood within me is no longer a barrier

and no longer a king of protection

not even my cancer sticks can give me sound satisfaction

anymore. And when I return to my theory of sex being the foundation

of all cures, I blink and realize copulation is in fact

nothing more than malnutrition and indefinition
floetic_soul
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Fri Apr 28, 2006 3:18 am

Wassup the names floetic soul bringing it to ya how the people want it. Just tryna get my talent out there so check me out realllll soon.
BoyBeckaz
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Mon May 08, 2006 3:04 pm

Yo homeys wassup dawgs,

New here and throwin down a line,

Scopin the site, seems pretty fine,

Now wurd up,

Little story bout me,

Bah bang,

I’m hung like Norris

But white like Boris,

And Man I can swing it,

When all youz just wing it,

wuz born in a bucket

cuz my pops said fuckit

Left me in a rut yo

And my sistaz are sluts yo,

So if ya cant hack it,

I’ll stab you with mah racket,

Startin with the lyrical assassin,

I’d do yer ass in,

One two no frills,

Gotta tally up mah kills,

One for me and nadda for you,

I eat you up and pass you out like poo-poo

Zip zap rap and stuff like dat yo
WhiteAssZipZapRapper
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Mon May 08, 2006 3:13 pm

Yo BoyBeckaz

That ain't no Rythem, I'm New in da hissa too, check out out.

They call me the Thriller

Straight from Millilla

Ain't no chocolate made from Vanilla

Get to stepping Fool Cause I'm an angry Gorilla

MJ's a kiddy Sipper with a slipper made of Glass

That's the way we did it in head of the class

Don't do church don't attend Mass

Don't do no TV never watched Lass (ey)

So be shooting straight from the Mouth

Cause fool I'm down South

Africa is ma home Yo a do Yo

So don't be a bitch ass ho.

Peace out.
BoyBeckaz
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Mon May 08, 2006 3:20 pm

Watch it man, attacking the clan, no good plan

Bam bam,

traffic jam, your head in the can,

no good to be fucking with the man,

I got a tennis racket scam,

yousay yer in the south,

well, im down there too,

listen for the sounds,

you gonna be greeted with a bullet through,

cos yer a heathen plumber,

gonna punch your number,

one two now three and four

tally my kills, and ya join em on the floor

it aint wise to disguise,

your internet search poetry is lies....

and i am the father of your cries

word yo, peace man, slap it to the other
WhiteAssZipZapRapper
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Mon May 08, 2006 3:27 pm

YO DAWG check yourself.

I'm bring myself back always on attack.

Open up your pie hole and nibble on my sack.

respect is what you lack, in the back

Of a sedan with four wheels

I'm close on your heels

I be shooting out the wheels on your meals on wheels.

Van cause they took all yea Jerbz

Chillin fro' houszzay to houzzay feeding them Slurbs

As I said before, I knockin' on your door

Pump you with 12 gauge, knock you to the floor

Cause I'm mean Mother you ever did see.

I'm George Maragarmous at the GB.

You homes, that some skillzza you gotts yazzay.

WORD, Respect.
TerracottaHonkyPie
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Mon May 08, 2006 3:28 pm

Get down the court is jumpin' you'll be humpin'

Shake it feet are stompin' in the city streets

Pump the jam feel the beat with ex-prez heat

Move it get around 'til the night is over

Get down to hi court beat shake your meat

Pump it up get around in the city streets

Bus yo jam to triple beat you'll be humpin'

Shake it get dem jobz 'til the night is over

Get up the joint is jumpin' you'll be votin'

Pump it up feet are stompin' I'm bustin loose

Get down to triple beat shake your meat

Pump it up get around in the city streetz

Pump it up get around in the city streetz

Pump it up get around in the city streetz

Pump it up get around in the city streetz (till fade or shot)
BoyBeckaz
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Mon May 08, 2006 3:32 pm

TerraHonky what you on .... what the hell is that sheat,

this aint 1980 boi, gonna make me throw a toi toi,

and respek to zipzapper,

you got me up and clappin,

good to meet new folk,

sharin the egg yolk
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