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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
"Closed Coffin": A Monodramatic Rap Ditty by KaNe (oh, AKA Kenny Norfleet, the ex-boyfriend of Sahel Kazemi, who, along with Steve McNair, is dead.)
Posted by kotang at 7:15 PMThis is some smooth shit, my man. antioch's finest, KaNe, the 'boy' friend of Sahel Kazemi.
Yo, you, listen up. Punk gonna rap sumptin' to you, old man.
Yeah. (I tried to get the lyrics right this time; the folks at Nashville Post didn't do very well. They just didn't have the heart for it I suppose...)
This ain't the '70's no more, is it?
Someone needs some bar soap shoved down their pie-hole. Or, needed, is the key word I suppose.
What a load of cRap.
Yo, you, listen up. Punk gonna rap sumptin' to you, old man.
Then repeat the first few shitty lines.
Closed Coffin
I don’t wanna be like this, I don’t really wanna hurt no feelings
but I’m only being real when I say nobody wanna see an old man collapse
'an old men have heart attacks, I don’t wanna be responsible for that
so let the shit go and walk away, you can still have a little bit of dignity.
I would never claim to be no Benjamin Tebow, an 83 year-old fake Pacino
so how could he run his mouth about me, knowing nothing about me I love it when a dumbass doubts me
until I pull the pistol out proudly, put the clip in his mouth til this motherfucker shouts, ‘please don’t kill’
Have you sippin through a straw for the next 8 months that’s if you even make it through it alive you dumb fuck
Try to stunt and front and fronting in front of somebody else
Till you're surrounded by 20 people with nobody’s help
And if you try to go incredible hulk it won’t work
Put so many holes in you your nerves won’t even jerk
Lurking in the shadows thinking and scheming will work
Got a little cocky so you decided to flirt
Now you’re flirting with daddy
You got a lesson to learn
Hurtin' everybody else now the tables are turned
And now it's your turn
time to feel the pain
Well a little of it until the bullet enters your brain
Are you insane? I'm the pushover? I'm the bitch?
You need to pull your panties down take a look at your clit
Fuckin's pussy, all apologetic now,
you just sorry someone's finally figured you out
How's it feel to play a game created by you
think your winning for so long and fuck up and lose
You a loser, just a class A lame
Over the hill need a thrill cause you question your game
you secure so you want to throw dirt on my name
got caught, now your lost with no one to blame
You lack confidence bitch? Well I don't blame you
If I act like a kid shit I'd be insane too
But that's what lames do: think lame thoughts in their brain until it came true
But that's kind of what KaNe do
Deal with the pain until he goes insane and loads an A.K. up puts a round in your frame and another round in your mouth for the shit that you claim
You're a shit stain
report his life in the drain
made it through take two now and you doin' the same
And you do it again as long as you can get by wit it
but I'm not buyin' it so bitch just try it
Your not gonna like it if you see my face
if you ever do it again I'll leave you right in the place
that you're standin' in.
And I'll put that on my life, it's either me or you, bitch, so you best think twice
I'd like to hear your thoughts now bitch here's you a penny
Thinkin' easy win, right, cause he's just too skinny?
You don't need fists bitch, if you got two clips
[unintelligible. And I'm trained at this. -ed.]
You don't understand, this is not the '70's
you need a new plan if you looking for longevity
you need to rest it's a blessing you still alive
well, for you anyway I could care less if you died I wouldn't cry
'cause you lied to me and my family
you're my closest sister so let me paint you a picture
If you ever do it again bitch I'm not rappin'
I'm getting a clip and clappin'
and I'm not laughing
They're wrappin' you up for your little trip to the morgue
while I'm preparing for my trip to the shores
Don't ignore me I'm not lying
I couldn't be more honest
If you ever do it again you'll die I promise.
Yeah. (I tried to get the lyrics right this time; the folks at Nashville Post didn't do very well. They just didn't have the heart for it I suppose...)
This ain't the '70's no more, is it?
Someone needs some bar soap shoved down their pie-hole. Or, needed, is the key word I suppose.
What a load of cRap.
Labels: bad music, douchenozzles, redrum, Steve McNair
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