The Witch

The Witch is a bitch,

She lies n she snitch.

Won't even grant a dead man,

A dead mans, dying last wish.

It seems I'm all alone,

With tons of "mates" on my phone.

But even my Facebook friends,

All give me a big fat no.

Seems there's no one I know,

Who will even give it a go.

So there's nothing 2 stop me,

From that death tunnels white glow.

The mates that I thought,

Gave me a 2 fingered naught.

Never pretend u got friends,

Even the ones that you've bought.

Coz the worst mates in the world,

Blow hot shit, then ice cold.

U thought you were friends,

But their friendship had to be sold.

All their lies to your face,

Never ever seemed out of place.

You pour ur heart out to them,

But they then walk off in haste.

So Fuck all them FaceFuck friends,

Your friendships all pure pretend.

Screw that chat log in the bin,

N admit ur friendships a dead end.

So it's all downhill from here,

I've got loads of prison 2 fear.

So when the reaper pulls the trigger,

I'll happily bleed out like a deer.

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Ghost Parties

I'm constantly partying with Ghosts,

My dead friends being the hosts.

We rave to House in my dreams,

Lots of sweets n unlimited means.

Cream cakes, booze n smack,

Pregabs, ice cream, an ickle of crack.

Chilling, watching comedy n chat,

Making designs for all r new tats.

We gouch out, giggle n laugh,

Telling old stories of R mad past.

But my lost friends are all in ma head,

I only get to party with the dead.

N at the end I tell em I'll phone.

Then I wake up n realise I'm all alone.

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Death

Today I got told my friend is dead,

Seems every time I'm in a hospital bed.

Another pal walks thru heavens gate,

My generation has a deadly fate. 

Is 47 the age of my crews death? 

Coz too many hv taken last breaths. 

In 2 yrs I've lost over 15 mates, 

Too many died a grizly fate. 

My bodies ragged n my brains boiled, 

I got no veins n all my organs R soiled. 

Ppl say I'm next on deaths list, 

Tbh I'd rather skip this life a miss. 

If I do go don't be sad or ask why, 

I've jus spent 2 long in pains cry....

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