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Maybe this stuff is so lame you don't want to repeat,
Take a bottle of juice and take a deep sip,
Hoping you could actually hurt your rib.
Let's begin....
I say again Sir I did no wrong,
And you don't know where this punk is coming from,
Imma gonna send you to your doom,
If you dare to touch me with that broom.
I don't care who you are going to spoof,
Im the law and all I want is proof,
I'm the officer at it's best,
So you better tell me why your hands ended up on the lady's chest.
That lady didn't eveb send in her protest,
Now you officer is sueing me for molest,
How am I going to face my people down in the West.
I was caught by an officer hands on a woman's breast.
*BANG*
Now have you heard that shot from my gun,
Let me tell you that this is not at all fun,
Touching a lady's bun,
Reward of your all night hunt,
You're even listed as on the run.
Im the officer trying to protect,
A ladys respect,
Something that you lack,
Having people to cover your back,
Was something that has past,
Now Im going to see how long you can last,
Hiding behind a useless mask.
What you want a gangata like me to say,
First thing first I am no gay,
That is why tonight I am out to play,
Trying to earn a free lay,
Have it my way,
Then you came and interuppted with your ray,
Okay,
That's your work for a day,
Come what may,
But this is the first time I did this kind of stuffs down the alleyway.
I'm going to send you to jail,
Call your family,
You are avaliable on bail,
Need any help sending that mail?
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Yo Officer don't you touch me,
You won't want me to touch your rank,
I swear this all is not at all a prank.
Now let me tell you son,
This stupid shit is not at all fun,
I'm going to cuff you up with help of my magic wand.
However my guess is that you are going to run,
If you want to do that,
Do it till the morning sun.
Now Sir you are trying to be funny,
I'm just merely touching my honey,
I'm doing no wrong,
It's not my fault my stick's this long.
One more time of your nonsense and your done,
How come your honey was screaming for help,
I could see how you could be dealt,
In jail,
Your attidtue was the one that caused you to fail.
Al rite, I tell you the truth,
This stack of money on her is proof,
It's my wrong not to do it on the roof,
Where no one can see or hear,
Her screams are loud,
That yo made me so proud.
So why don't you mind your own business and do something to let your presence be felt.
My lady he's trying to say you are a whore,
Come get dressed up and let the officer show you out this alleyway.
In court tell the judge that you did nothing to earn this lay,
That's about the last thing I am going to say.
My man,
She doing this for business,
Day to day,
I'm already willing to pay,
So won't you let us continue and let me have it my way.
Well okay, hands up after you done your zip.
Lady get yourself tidied,
Here's a clip.
Be defient to an officer,
You don't even know who is your match,
You are the only reason that police officers don't need to do dispatch,
Now be calm while I get you latched.
You can cuff me up now,
Back at the station you'll be there frowning,
Cuffing the man you don't even bother knowing,
You will lose your job,
Better start think what you want to start pawning.
My man,
My status is owning!
Lady do you have anything to say before I pull this man into the car,
To place so far,
I prefer to call it behind bars.
Would you want to buy your "honey" a brand new guitar,
So he would write you a song so sorry,
Never meant to do it near a lorry,
My lady Molly.
Sir,
He's defintely not my spouse,
My man is still sitting down at home in our house,
I'm lucky all this is over and I'm left with a pulse,
Sir,
I'm prepared to sue this guy in court,
I'm going to get him convicted,
I'll start with going back with you for a report.
Let's get it done with will we.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Its sick to tell what shit you've experience all your life,
You tell then how bad it is,
You talk about it and get so pissed,
All your life you've been dissed,
You complain about what you missed,
You write it all down in a list.
Let me tell you my life was not easy either,
Just say that I came pass as a surviour,
I told myself never to be a liar,
Even if I had to I had to say it pior,
With explaination,
How I did it was with imagination,
A beautiful part of life is called presentation~~~~~
The first time I worked is when I vowed never to have no money again,
Living on earth can be such a pain,
I now it sounds lame,
But everyone's life is not the same,
Some came out tame,
Don't look really nice,
Simple and plain,
While some others can be so vain.
I had to do something for myself,
Sit there and pray,
Few months later I would go stray,
but HEY!
You got no right to complain if you play and play,
You missed a big part of your life,
And before you know it,
Your hair has turned grey.
For people can change,
If I had to live my life with my lousy F******* attitude,
If i faced myself in the mirror and I puke.
Complain about the bad people that passed in your life,
Thank the ones that brought you pride,
That way however is not really right.
If not for the bad,
I could not see myself exploding in the face of the people,
Quitting the habit wasn't simple,
I can't see myself doing that till I get wrinkles,
So I had to get rid even if it cost my dimples,
NOT!
I'm just trying to illustrate,
Life can change for the better,
Or the worse,
Sit at home do nothing expect yourself to burst,
Life's a play,
Sometimes you need to reharse,
If you get it wrong,
However you can't get time to reverse,
Practise makes perfect,
Unbreak the curse.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Hitch Hitch,
Your name a noun or an adjective?
Hanging around ladies with an objective,
You touch on being sensitive,
Everything from starting from brushing my teeth.
I liked that unique pickup line,
Where you place everything so fine,
Start nagging and don't you whine,
You are at the right place at the right time.
You're quite some guy Mr Hitch,
Help no guys get to some witch,
Your ways are unquie,
Trying leaving a number by means of a cross sitch,
That way,
Maybe your customers won't get ditched.
By the way can you teach that guy to dance and sing at the right pitch?
I can see you yourself love that girl,
Your eyes wondering all over starting from her curls.
Since you have helped so many to get to their world,
It's time to hop on to your own tour.
It's sad how you actually got that allergy,
Still I think you own that lady an appology.
Throw no veggies on the ladies' face,
For a guy,
That's a disgrace.
Still in the end you scored that ace,
It's all about the flow and the pace,
You are the toritise in the rabbit race,
One in a million,
You always havve your way.
But say,
Come what may,
Still I wonder how much you get for your pay?
And right,
You don't do gays,
Help get no lays,
Romantic dinner right down the bay,
That's your job for a day.