Kick Ass Shit
My Creative Writing assignment. Behold. And get down. Bitchez.
Larry Robson
11-18-04
Pd. 3 A-Z Poem
“Townies” by MC Leafy
Ambler kids hanging at the Coneheads
Bikes, boards, and cars, they roar most def
Cross the red light like a bonehead
Doing 80 but still, you got no rep
Everybody wanna eat a fat double cheeseburger
Fries, Coke, and jokin’ like the thieves pulling burners
Gangster merchants at the Acme like to spread around the joy
Hella-nerds dropping dollars down at Morad’s Toys
It’s Friday night, feeling tight, not looking for the fight bite
Jocking Butler Pike, feeling like this town is trite, right?
Kiddies screaming in fright, I wonder what’s nigh, rolling high
Leafy fly, ya gotta try! Save the town or we all die
Mauve sky, black street, ten-foot monster on the beat
Need a treat? Want some sweets? A knuckle beat? I’ll move my feet
On top the Irish Pub, wonder where’s my little bud?
Pull out my cell phone, operate like clone drones
“Quit sittin on your end, my lazy crazy hazy friend
Run across this stupid town and give him one, two, ten!”
So here’s Izzy number one, don’t need a blade or gun,
Trips a five foot jump and Boba-boots him in the junk.
Undercuv, pop him quick, with my bamboo stick
Very quick, I hear the sirens of the local street PIGs
We won quick, did the trick before his tentacles could blast me,
Xenophobe gone party rat, gonna hit it up at Acme
Years go quick in this town like the Phili Ambler train,
Zig zag to the crib, got rest my little brain
Okay, flame me. I deserve it for posting such nincompoopery.
Larry Robson
11-18-04
Pd. 3 A-Z Poem
“Townies” by MC Leafy
Ambler kids hanging at the Coneheads
Bikes, boards, and cars, they roar most def
Cross the red light like a bonehead
Doing 80 but still, you got no rep
Everybody wanna eat a fat double cheeseburger
Fries, Coke, and jokin’ like the thieves pulling burners
Gangster merchants at the Acme like to spread around the joy
Hella-nerds dropping dollars down at Morad’s Toys
It’s Friday night, feeling tight, not looking for the fight bite
Jocking Butler Pike, feeling like this town is trite, right?
Kiddies screaming in fright, I wonder what’s nigh, rolling high
Leafy fly, ya gotta try! Save the town or we all die
Mauve sky, black street, ten-foot monster on the beat
Need a treat? Want some sweets? A knuckle beat? I’ll move my feet
On top the Irish Pub, wonder where’s my little bud?
Pull out my cell phone, operate like clone drones
“Quit sittin on your end, my lazy crazy hazy friend
Run across this stupid town and give him one, two, ten!”
So here’s Izzy number one, don’t need a blade or gun,
Trips a five foot jump and Boba-boots him in the junk.
Undercuv, pop him quick, with my bamboo stick
Very quick, I hear the sirens of the local street PIGs
We won quick, did the trick before his tentacles could blast me,
Xenophobe gone party rat, gonna hit it up at Acme
Years go quick in this town like the Phili Ambler train,
Zig zag to the crib, got rest my little brain
Okay, flame me. I deserve it for posting such nincompoopery.