BLACKOUT POETRY – SUPERMAN

Yaaahhh
Yah?
Talk to me
You want me to tell you something?
Uh huh
I know what you want to hear
A chorus
‘Cause, I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too,
I think I love you baby,
“I think I love you too”

Bitch
They call me

superman
Leap tall hoesin a single bound,
I’m single now,
Got no ring on this finger now
I’d never let another chickbring me down,
In a relationship

In a relationship
Save it bitch

fuck that

girl you can jump on

shady’s dick
Straight from the hip,
Cut to the chase

Fuck you

To her face
mo’ fuckin slut

Play no games,
Say no names,
Ever since I broke up with what’s her face

kiss my ass I’m different

man,
Kiss my ass,
Kiss my lips,

bitch

why ask?
Kiss my dick,
Get my cash?
I’d rather have you whip my ass
Don’t put out,
I’ll put you out.
Won’t get out,
I’ll push you out
Puss blew out,
Poppin’ shit,
Wouldn’t piss on fire to put you out
Buy you ice? Bitch if you died,
I wouldn’t buy you life


What you tryin’ to be my

new wife

What you mariah? Fly through twice
But I do know one thing though,
bitches

Let go
It’s over, nobody listens to techno

they come they go.
Saturday through sunday, monday,
Monday through sunday yo
Maybe I’ll love you one day,
Maybe we’ll someday grow,

fuckin’ ho

 

‘Cause I can’t be your superman,
Can’t be your superman,
Can’t be your superman,
Can’t be your superman
I can’t be your superman,
Can’t be your superman,
Can’t be your superman,
Your,
Your superman
Don’t get me wrong, super man

I’ll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car I’ll be in,
We’ll see how much you’ll be partying then
You don’t want that,
Neither do i,
I don’t want to flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride,
Between you and i,
Not a jealous man,
But

females lie

But

I guess that’s just what sluts do,
How could it ever be just us two?
I’d never love you enough to trust you,
We just met and I just fucked you
I do know one thing though,
Bitches, they come they go.
Saturday through sunday, monday,
Monday through sunday yo

maybe I’ll love you one day

Maybe we’ll someday grow,
till then

just sit your drunk ass
On that fuckin’ runway ho
A chorus/b chorus
First thing you say,
“I’m not fazed, I hang around big stars all day
I don’t see what the big deal is anyways,
You’re just plain old marshall to me”
Oooh yah girl run that game,
“Hailie jade, I love that name,
Love that tattoo, what’s that say?

Rot in pieces
Uh, that’s great”
First off you don’t know marshall,
At all so don’t grow partial,
That’s ammo for my arsenal,
I’ll slap you off that barstool
There goes another lawsuit,
Leave handprints all across you,
Good lordy whoadie,
You must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can’t have,
Ooh

that’s too damn bad,

Don’t touch what you can’t grab,
End up with two backhands
Put put anthrax on your tampax

And slap you till you can’t stand
you just blew your chance,
mean to ruin your plans