Thursday, March 17, 2011

LATE NIGHT SHOOSTING....CALLED POETRY SHELLZ!



SHELLZ...by bishop g/ d.dunbar/kingyoda!



BEFORE I STARTED THIS ONE...
I PUT ON SHADES...
AND MENTALLY SWITCHED PLACES
WITH SOME JAPANESE WAVES...
I WONT DISCRIMINATE
FROM THE RICH....
OR THE SLAVES,
ILL WASH AWAY THE HIGHEST DWELLER
AS WELL...
AS THOSE LOWER THAN GRAVES,
ILL DISRACT YOUR FOCUS FROM PLAGUES...
THEN ADVANCE CANCER SO STRONG
YOU WONT NOTICE THE AIDS,
TAKE THE ACTIONS OF SOME FAGGOTS
WHILE IM QUOTIING THE BRAVE,
MUTHAFUCK JESSIE JACKSON
I STILL HOPE HE GETS SPRAYED....
NO PERFUME...
WORDS GLOOMY...YET...FULL OF LIFE,
WISH I COULD TRADE PLACES
RIGHT BEFORE THE BULLET SNIPED...
NOT JUST MALCOLM OR MARTIN...
BUT EVEN MEDGAR,
LIFE SUCKS...VACCUUM HOOVER..
FUCK J. EDGER.