@sophiacamille

just for laughs

WHACK RAPPER

he's a whack rapper, booty tapper , fame chasing thug
he's a mean muggin, back stabbin, poser faced bum
hustled to his death
left to lay in the corner
lights were flashing so bright
left him blind now its over

he rhymed about the green
ryhmed about the fashion
didnt care about anything unless it made money and left his greed securely fastened
had a about 3 million to go around to conver up his wrongs
and other 5 mil. for someone else to write his songs
that he lipsyncs on stage and the girls throw their thongs

he used to be in the game with his boys
but sold his boys for the game
he figured that friendship was worth nothing comapred to the dollar signs and fame
unaware that hes still of the same flesh and nothings really changed
swears he's invincible
unaware that he's vain

he cant stunt but he sure can front
from the burbs but tell the world hes from the hood
says he wants the kids to be safe but wont inspire them with any good
tells them to put their guns up and shoot as many as they could
knowing he never held a gun and prolly never would

it was all over before it even began
he liked the girls with the glitter lashes plump lips and the spray tans
he wanted them with the ones with the wigs or look like their from distant lands
he wanted them on their knees and knowing how to use their hands
mouth not used to talk but blow as hard as they can

and those girls were fast
tried as hard as they can to catch his attention
not for his affection but just to add to their collection
tally up all the famed up nigggas they had blastin
unaware that with every persuit they were pushing their dignity towards its casket
but he kept them all waiting like all their eggs in a basket

things went away as quick as it came
like a deer in headlights in a rush hour traffic
the greed hit him so hard he didnt see what happened
but it happens when the passions lost from the sound
eventually put back in the place where you were found
the money was a bitter sweet chaser to his flask of wrongs
left the die in the hands of the ignorant that bumped his songs

he's a whack rapper, booty tapper , fame chasing thug
he's a mean muggin, back stabbin, poser faced bum
hustled to his death
left to lay in the corner
lights were flashing so bright
left him blind now its over


5 STaR CHiCk

i see you poser girl
trying to be the poster girl
i hope you open your eyes and one day see the world
is not wrapped around your yaki store bought curls

she was tore up from the toe up
but she swore she was down
the had on enough bling to light about five whole towns
enough makeup to cover the faces of over ten clowns


she swore her her 6 month old synthetic hair was still rockin
but it was knockin
enough knots to hit like a sock with some rocks in it
she had the reputation at the fast girl and there was no stopin it
as long as there were poor souls still chasin it
shed keep running through the ish till she tripped with ther face in it

she wears her pants like tights
and her tights like skin
so the camel toe shows and her pelvic line grins
that the ratchet mess she looks like should seriously be a sin


nails look like rakes with a french polish design
ask her how many piercings she has, she side she stoped keeping track past nine
and the placement of them would be something for the seeker to find
personally i'd suggest you to forget it and lie
say something like im cripple and blind



she saw image on tv so she thought it was cool
nikki minaj was a maraje of the fatale that she vibed to
first name baribe
last name trick
twitter name something something bad b*tch
middle name on facebook changed every week and described the same thing
got the same name made out on her four finger ring

she awed over the hustlers
praised the whack rappers
didnt care if her five mintues of fame was just for them to tap her
praying that the pregnancy test say positie postive right after
so she can see him in court and live happily ever after

i see you poser girl
trying to be the poster girl
i hope you open your eyes and see the world
is not wrapped around your store bought curls






I have to dedicate this post to a very good friend, Angele Karen. We have had some really awesome conversations about current urban culture and they have definitely sparked the inspiration for what was described here.

And, yes, I know these poems are not exactly the regular language of my poetry, but its fun to shake things up a little bit. :) hope you enjoyed it!

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