I say and say the trees that they sway
Some how and some way some now and some late
Some bow and some great some vow and some hate
Summer and spring break sun beach and some waves
I'm preaching my ways while I'm deep in the maze
Ive been speaking this way since the seasons have changed
so ive taken to raking and also waking and baking
its just a daily routine its a day in the making
I had it crackin and mackin but then I was wackin
She was gassin and passin so i fucked her whole ass in
Like a secret assasin with a mask and nun chucks
If you can't spot the sucker that's cuz ya fuckin suck
I live life like a walk through the leaves in the fall
in this life we are the leaves till the rake gets us all :( sorry...
Also does anyone think that the leaves that grow anew every season tell stories about the leaves that had grown before? By the way pardon the cursewords and the general lewd rude and foul language but Frankly my dear I just don't give a damn. All I know is that the Ultimate Warrior is totally out of control!!!!!
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Saturday, October 18, 2014
Fall like the Trees Poem
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steve scott
Chicago, IL
Chicago, IL, USA
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Hanging With Frank
If
your hanging with Frank you best bee feeling a buzz
Feeling better than ever better even on drugs
Boom shakalaka we be the chief rockers
NBA jam kick it FIFA like soccer
We got the root beer and the whipped vodka
We act proper you are a malaka
Pop a couple pills until it ain't pretty
Ballpark Frank got the moves like Schmitty
At the strip club we all getting shitty
Big fat motherfucking titties in the city
Feeling better than ever better even on drugs
Never
under the weather pull from under the rug
And
when I’m feeling the love its even better because
Man
I’m taking a trip I hit the road with my budz
And i'm taking Sip Mud Lite in my cup
And
I’m taking a dip Gach & Chips and some chicks
Were
at Lake Michigan chilling Buffalo Chicken Strips
Boom shakalaka we be the chief rockers
NBA jam kick it FIFA like soccer
We got the root beer and the whipped vodka
We act proper you are a malaka
Pop a couple pills until it ain't pretty
Ballpark Frank got the moves like Schmitty
At the strip club we all getting shitty
Big fat motherfucking titties in the city
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012
From The Desk Of BallPark Frank
I get big in the paint like a big man on canvas
Frank on the globe write rhymes on the atlas
Make all the money to buy all the makers
On your mark get set on the plate like taters
Better now than laters i glide like the skaters
Always rip ass when i'm in the elavators
Darth like the vaders light saber tooth tigers
Watching us now in the eye of the fighter
Lit like a lighter cuz got spins like the dryer
Walking home looking like the man on the wire
I burn rubber like a fire breathing dragon with a magnum
Condom i got at the spot when I bought gum
Got some awesome nachos with cheese sauce and quac yo
An ice cream snickers and a choco taco
Got the tic tacs and tactics the stretch like elastic
I love the fans cuz they are fantastic
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William Shakesclean
Chicago, IL
Chicago, IL, USA
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Spring Cleaning
I have been hard at work lately working on new material and organizing all my old work into easily accessible spaces at my desk and desktop. Decided to take a break when I found this old verse I wrote last summer while living in Roscoe Village. It's to the beat of GZA'S Amplified Sample Instrumental.
Lifting one up trying to put the other down
I'm clown in disguise in a mid size frame
been a face without a brain ever since I could hang
Had too many friends fucked up on the weekends
In a smokey haze fucked up on the weekdays
Laugh and pretend the problem doesn't exist
until your at the open mic number one on the list
with no k hits and you cant spit shit
can you fix it in an instant with the instrumental kickin?
your lines are a mess like a book without a spine
searching through your mind for the rhyme you cant find
Blind in the light you can't see the boos
No attention from the ladies bad looks from the dudes
Who'd a thought that you'd be in this position
while I'm breaking up weed on my composition
notebook as your so shook your cooked
cut and eatin you failed on the beat
You've been beaten.
Franky Deez
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Chicago, IL
Chicago, IL, USA
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