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Junior Jedi
Join Date: Sep 2003
Location: Baltimore
Posts: 397
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I just read the "All matches due Thursday night post"
Here's my ish, Enjoy.
Laying naked, cut up in a dumpster, damn yo what happened/
Barely coherant, hard to breathe, I must have been scrappin/
I remember I was rapping... verbally attacking/
Battling on the corner, against a cat named Blood Donor/
Told him that I loved his mom, and that I owned her/
Told him that she hopped in the rover, I took her home and boned her/
He must have been offended, cause my life had almost ended/
He grabbed a razor his boy has lended, so I defended/
What my mind had rendered, seemed to have been a sideswipe/
I figured his mans might, jump me from behind, so I took flight/
Now I'm down the block, a half a dozen people after me/
Even people on the blocks now are hastling me/
They all harrasing me, asking me, what's the matter g/
My clothes are tattered see, and I'm hustling in spite of Asthma/
Was always a quick runner, my forearms oozing plasma/
My head is cut as well, from the few punches they got in/
I managed to escape thanks to steady weave and blockin/
My block is, just 10 more blocks away, barreta spray/
I'm ducking, damn this isn't my day, I need to get away/
I cut into the alley, the wrong move, I ran into the wrong dudes/
Now stick up kids jackin my wallet, running my pockets/
Took my highschool ring, my hat, and my girls favorite locket/
Snatchin at the most precious item, all I did was invite them/
In fact all I did was spite em, they began wreckin my vitals/
Took the keys to my house, said they would steal my vinyls/
Stomped me into the ground, I heard a crack in the spinal/
And Just when I thought it was hopeless, along comes a homeless/
Put my T and shorts in a blue bag, stole my boxers and do rag/
And sport in like he bought it, I couldn't have fought it/
Along come Blood Donor, saw me and smiled "Look at that bustah"/
His boys stomped me some more, and then I went in the dumpster.../
But that isn't the end of the story! At this point I'm still knocked out/
But I can still remember the sounds, although the sights are blocked out/
I musta been there for days, I felt the garbage pile on top, heard the gnats/
Heard the flies, felt the maggots, managed to fight off the rats/
Feeling broken wood from a tossed chair stab me in the back/
Felt the sting in my hand from the thrust of a dozen rusty tacks/
Felt as my whole body went in the air, in utter despair/
Felt the wizz of the truck, as I fell even worse in my luck/
Felt as the truck stopped and went, trash shifting around/
Felt all the rats and maggots try to escape, sifting around/
Trash truly is another mans treasure, old food would feed me/
Entertained myself, breaking up J Rocca's tossed away CD/
I began to look back at my life, I wouldn't die an old man/
And at this point I wouldn't mind switching places with Coleman/
Gary that is, as scary that is, I'm buried that is/
I can smell old pizza, wet fur, and stagnating piss/
And I'm in so much pain, the wieght shifts on all the hills/
Getting by, during my time, with thrown away prescription pills/
Then the final destination, I almost feel blessed that I made it/
Maybe the furnace they throw the trash in will rid me of this fate kid/
But to my astonishment, the trash I was thrown in was owned kid/
By a recycling company, that happens to be based where my home is/
The downside is it has wait in line before people can search the remainders/
So instead of being burned, it's dumped in a sealed steel container...
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Last edited by Papa_Smurf; 09-18-2003 at 06:56 PM.
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09-14-2003, 03:32 PM
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