Man on Fire Free.Rhyme

A lil somethin' somethin' for all my peeps who digg guns coz am feeling a bit VIOLENT today:

Am pimped and quipped like a HK 36

Army of two, me and my She Wolf
Love how she bark when the street gets hot
Who am I? Am the Professor, Cheif Agressor
Not literate much, but I read magazines
And collect the clips after spreadin some education
Yes, book a lesson with my Smith & Wesson
Am bluffin its Pulp Fiction, just hire me
Wire me, only a bullet can retire me
Is love why I keep firing?
if it is then I hope Cupid's hirin

SNATCH:

Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. Now there are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.

Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.

Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two little mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns...

[Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns]

Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O" ... [Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table]

Bullet Tooth Tony: Written down the side of mine... [They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side] Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off!

Love Me

"You have to learn to let people love you...and accept that you are loveable" - Text message received at 02:10:25, 2nd July 2009

I have been told by many a woman that my Licence to Love Me is quite hard to come by. In fact, I hear it is in very tight circulation. Tighter than giraffe p*ssy, as The Game would put it. Just as tight and disorganised as the current KPLC power rationing that we are enduring. This protest has been made worse by a rumour that my surname rhymes with that of the male lead of one of the many soap operas that are running...I can't tell which. To make it worst, they say my love rationing has come at the wrong season, a season that requires a lot of cuddling up to share body heat. Its not that I dont feel that urge to have a co-member of Club Kitanda, heck its VERY COLD *brrrrr* where am at. I've just been extra careful with that phenomenon called love because of some of the harrowing experiences that I have had with that nudist kid called Cupid. This has been dismissed ass being "selfish" and I have been actually at a loss to explain my unenthusiastic response to romance. All this, and the above quoted text, has made me soften my stance and I came up with a quasi-contract of sorts that will solve this and finally get whoever sent me that text in the VIP section of my duvets:

This is a very solemn contract...This is an open invitation to all y'all females who feel sufficiently philanthropic to love me: I hereby declare that you can love me in any way that you deem fit. Wake up every morning and facing in the direction of Migingo, pray for my good health and that erectile dysfunction does not assault me early in my most venerated young life. Repeat this five times a day if you fancy. Build a shrine in my honour complete with naked pictures of Playboy bunnies, updated every month of course and with a replica of my physical and spiritual form right at the centre with the rooftop clevery pimped with shifting thick refracting glass so that during every second of each moon and sunshine, two beams of light fall upon that statuette at its brain and at its genitalia. Put me in the World's Most Endangered Species List if you must. Keep track of my every waking and sleeping thought. Follow me on twitter, facebook, blogger, mygamma, AHH, MSN, GoogleTalk and Ebony Sluts dot com. I can even avail my phones IP address you keep me on your GPS Tracker. Its 91.203.96.33 and, if it so pleases you, naturally you will memorize it in seconds. You will win every episode of Get Your Very Own Willpress. You know my every like and dislike. You will get 15 piercings coz you heard I find them kinda exotic. You will get me a packet of luminous green condoms just to help me seal the debate on whether I fuck like a Martian. Thank you, thank you. Much appreciated. Its a carte blanche. Love me if you must. Love me how you can. Love me when you can. Its your birthright protected by the articles of United Nation Declaration on Human Rights and the Convention on the Elimination of Discrimimation and Violence Against Women. You're allowed to cut strands of my hair and use it in the development of artificial stem cells because you cant wait for the day you will be able to clone me for when I am away. . .its all good. N'est pas probleme! I'm siding with you every step of the way. I support that noble cause. . .BUT. . BUT in this case typed in fontsize 42 , red in colour, bold and underlined with a hand and an arrow pointing to it. BUT. . .this is not an indirect implication that I will carry out myself in the same manner in my interactions with you. Accepting my democracy will be an implied extension of yours for me to use. As a matter of fact I am likely to behave quite NORMALLY. I will do my ish the way that I deem fit. Within the accepted standards that society has shoved up our asses. Hoping its now crystal clear, you can now sign [here]. . . [here]. . .and [here]. Wonderful! Now. . LOVE ME!