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My Dad Norman

Poetry By: Staplink
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Me ranting about my absentee father


Submitted:Oct 18, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


It's been one full day since I scripted out a rhyme

All these motherfucking school projects eating up my time

Just to holla to fans announcing that I'm fine

Enough of these fucking clichés let's go

Brought up in the burbs without my fucking father

I guess he was too much of a punk to even bother

To try to spend time with his son he ejaculated into the world

Like he gave a fucking damn, that bastard's so cold

I'm ashamed to have the last name of

This man who fucked over love

And while the courts failed to put him in jail

I hope he burns in the fucking flames of hell

I was told he tried to murder me while still in the womb

Trying to put Staplink in his early God damned tomb

Tried to strangle my mother and knocked her up twice

Killed the first bastard and she still payin the price

As for Norman he can choke on a great big dick

I hate him for all this shit he makes me sick

I want him to gag as much as we did

For all the hell he put through to this kid





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