Mr sJr• Show poetry

namez seth an im proudly doing what the hell i need to. first off letz get thiz out there.. im a proud parent an i love my daughter. two i hate fucking people who walk over me and people who suposely say they love me. they need to get a life and fucking just disapear. three im not the type to sugar coat shit. i can be very nice when i want to an a gentleman. just dont piss me off the wrong way cuz then you wont like what i say.
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people i care about
jesse
joe
mikey
jaden
kat
benny
silky

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Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!)

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Now I see that motherfucker writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty D bra,
Fuck those haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm,
Boulevard,
Brass knuckles in the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs- we never go far,
And when you see us motherfuckers,
better know who we are.

I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate,
Motherfuckers who don't know what,
You better watch what you say.
From these industry fucks,
To these fagget ass punks,
You don't know what it takes,
To get this motherfucking truck.

I'm already loud maybe,
It?s a little too late,
Johny's taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate,
Cause I am good motherfucker and there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I am a good motherfucker and its judgment day!

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!)

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

I'm getting used to this nuisance,
And all the fags who bad mouth this music,
It's fuckin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this,
Your lyrics never came, never will, don't even try to pursue it.
I took the chance, I played the pill, I nearly died for this music.

You make me wanna run around, pulling my guns out and shit,
Your tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this bitch,
I heard the reason you got to beater to believe any of this,
You need to slit your wrist, get pissed and go jump off a bridge,

What? You can't see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?
What? You think I just got lucky and didn't work for this shit?
Bitch. I've been working at this ever since I was a kid,
I played a million empty shows to only family and friends.

What kind of person gets disembanded and deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person when my verse comes out of the kid's lips.
That shits as worse as it gets.
This verse is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie Scene on your girlfriend's tits.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!)

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

White boys with tattoos,
We are pointing right at you,
We are breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom,
Panic rules,
Cause we don't follow the rules,
And when you're running your mouth,
Our razor blades come out,
Because its nothing in my mouth except my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand when I respond to faggots talking shit,
Speaking of fags, already wrap with the drag,
We killed him and then we stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

Why you always pressin?
You know I'm never stressing,
With fucking DMS,
J-Johny to my left,
Got Phantom and the rest,
Who are down there at the west,
A grew up by drive-by's and L.A gangsta's,

So what the fuck do you know about being a gangsta?
What the fuck do you know about being in danger?
You ain't doing this, so you know your just talking shit.
Mad at all the boys because every song is a fucking hit.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!)

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!)

Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
See you drop when we drive by, (by) (Undead!)
Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
Watch you fucker's just die, (die) (Undead!)
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therez a time were thingz get rough.. but what do you do?
you simply do nothing
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Dont cry when im gone
When i needed you, you were never there
So when i end my life
You have no right to fking care.

And that was it. All this buildup to a great leap, and I didn't fall or fly. Instead I found myself back on the edge of the cliff, blinking, wondering if I'd ever jumped at all. It's not supposed to be like this

You use to love the way I held you,
God, have the days passed by,
It seems like just yesterday,
We were promising eachother forever

When you get lied to once,
It's like everything you hear is a lie

As you walked away,
I saw you turn around,
With tears in your eyes,
You looked at me and smiled,
And without any sound,
I read your lips like a torn book,
"I'll always love you"

Emotions in a box
lock it up tight
and don't be uptight
smile
fake it just right
be sure to be polite
don't be freakin happy
put your emotions in a box
and lock it up tight
and don't dare
let your frustrations sneak out
no one wants to care
smile
fake it just right
make sure that box is solid tight
so anger doesn't blow it
no one wants to see that awful sight
smile
fake it just right
don't show your grief
no one wants a whiner
smile
fake it just right
always have your emotion in a box
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i would rather die a million deathz then ever have i love you escape my lipz