Nobel Prize Winner Harold Pinter vs. DV Award Winner Kon Womyn - Who's Really The Dopest? Global System of Black Supremacy

Harold Pinter said ...
Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight.
He said he'd call again, as soon as poss.
I said (on your behalf) OK, no sweat.
He said to tell you he was fine,
Only the crap, he said, you know, it sticks,
The crap you have to fight.
You're sometimes nothing but a walking shithouse.

I was well acquainted with the pong myself,
I told him, and I counselled calm.
Don't let the fuckers get you down,
Take the lid off the kettle a couple of minutes,
Go on the town, burn someone to death,
Find another tart, giver her some hammer,
Live while you're young, until it palls,
Kick the first blind man you meet in the balls.

Anyway he'll call again.

I'll be back in time for tea.

Your loving mother.

Kon Womyn said ...
boy you so lame,
viagra gon' make you insane,
if you believe in flaws then you's a flaw,
pity, the fool who knows not his own beauty,
pity the fool who knows not
that science is God's design.
While you still evolvin',
I've long been revolvin'
round the universe
spittin' verse of my birth,
see this urban cushite's a star;
the imperfect perfect constellation
of a celestial Love Divine,
my face is His Grace
my spine, 33 spikes
of skeletal craft
ivory encased in ebony
the envy of a cracker,
while crack fiends feen
for this cocoa cure,
even darwins don't stop gawkin',
I got them converted,
hurrying to confession
n 'fessin no big bang coulda made
sumthin' this fine,
Father Forgive;
son best believe,
I Am the I Am;
The Creator's Creation.

Keith said...
Is dv fucking this chick?

Everybody knows that I killed this shit!!

Kon womyn I'm happy for you and I'mma let you finish, but...

I had the illest lyrics of all time!!

OF ALL TIME!! Peace!!

Denmark Vesey said...

Keith,

Picture the sword removed from its sheath.

DV’s got beef with potato head Negros with yellow teeth

go out of their way to give a beautiful sista grief.

A Global System of White Supremacy is a punk ass belief.

A Global System of Black Supremacy is my beautiful motif.

Trying to get you mental slaves to turn over a new leaf.

Listen to me peasant. DV’s a chief.

Plantation coons face twist up like prunes,

When a muhfuggah questions Massa’s claim to have landed on the moon.

But the same baboon, sings another tune

and becomes radical empiricist

the moment a sista insists

she’s seen a brother transform and perform the paranorm.

Why? “We sick boss” Negros gotta conform.

Same Plantation Dunce defends massa’s science with a vengeance, eats Genetically Modified cuisine, drinks mind numbing fluorine mixed with chlorine and allows Massa to inject his babies with vaccines as toxic as strychnine damaging their genes and turning little kings into queens. What happened to the scrutiny magne?

That’s right. Faggots. Them vaccines got your sons walking around in anklets and armlets rockin’ pink ascots and charm bracelets. Got your brothers comin’ out the closets yearnin’ for other dudes butts and nuts.

But you Plantation Negro pundits mired in mental bondage have been trained to believe Massa has a monopoly on knowledge. Got you takin' out loans to get in his college. Meanwhile he's holding your soul hostage. Most of you punk Negros still eatin' sausage and swallowing pills cause ass leakage. Shit is wicked, demented and twisted. You'd eat, shoot, pop or drink anything if Massa tells you it's 'scientific'. But DV give it to you vivid. What he calls the scientific method, is actually satanic.