Friday Poetry Corner

[sasguru]

Are you some kind of luvvy poofta?

No you are some kind of cretin.

[freakydancer]

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherf*cker named Ice Cube
From the gang called N**gaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya **** with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherf**kers that's showin out
N**gaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherf**ker like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherf**kin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb mother****ers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't **** with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as f**k
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton

Chorus:

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

[Eazy E] Yo Ren
[MC Ren] Whassup?
[Eazy E] Tell em where you from!

Verse Two: MC Ren

Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass n***a
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherf**ker and you know this
But the pussy ass n***az don't show this
But I don't give a f**k, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jackin the crops
Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
Shoot a motherf**ker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho
You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to
But that shows me, slut, you're composed to
a crazy muthaf**ker from tha street
Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up tulip
MC Ren controls the automatic
For any dumb muthaf**ker that starts static
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
every time I pull a AK off the shelf
The security is maximum and that's a law
R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw
See, coz I'm the motherf**kin villain
The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin
that's takin place without a clue
And once you're on the scope, your ass is through
Look, you might take it as a trip
but a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Compton...

Chorus:

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

[Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin...

Verse Three: Eazy-E

...straight outta Compton
is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
and make ya sister think I love her
Dangerous motherf**ker raises hell
And if I ever get caught I make bail
See, I don't give a f**k, that's the problem
I see a motherf**kin cop I don't dodge him
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a ni***a drivin
but don't know where the f**k he's going, just rollin
lookin for the one they call Eazy
But here's a flash, they never seize me
Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark
except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation
and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration
Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin
So what about the bitch who got shot? F**k her!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever f**k with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
word to the motherf**ker, straight outta Compton

Chorus:

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

[Damn that tulip was dope!]

[Burdock]

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

I heard on the radio the other day that the Cumbria tourist office place plastic daffodils on the lake shores, "because the tourists expect to see them".

How nice.

[Burdock]

Jeez, Freaky, you must have spent a while editing that little beauty for rude words

[AlfredJPruffock]

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

I was contemplating these immortal lines this morning on the way to work when I beheld - 'A Host of Golden Daffodils ! '

[Ruprect]

There once was a lady called annie...

[Barriebazg]

There once was a lady called annie...

Who had a strange odour coming from her fanny

[realityhack]

So who completely overstepped the mark on the Friday Insult Corner then? c'mon - I walk away for a few mins and everything's gone

[threaded]

I was contemplating these immoral lines this morning on the way to work when I beheld - 'A Host of Golden Daffodils ! '

Yes, someone has told me the daffs are out at my home in Denmark. I guess I shall make my way back there in the next few days now the snow has gone.

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!