Prodigies

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Prodigies

The prospects prosper,
Their a product of progress,
Programmed to propel,
With a promise to produce.
They are a proud project,
With a proceeding processor,
They are proven prodigies,
Which make them a profiting product.
Now professional property,
They are propelled to production,
Producing and promoting,
Without prolonged protection.
They proclaim proactiveness,
They are prolific protégé’s,
Who live a prohibited problem,
And have a prominent prosecution.

A Poem By Corey Booth …. 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

New On The Scene

Background Of The Freestyle

This is a freestyle I wrote a long time ago when i first started rhyming. I thought I should upload it because it involves some good wordplay and metaphors. Its a lot different to my recent work but i hope it still interests you.
I hope you all enjoy 🙂

New On The Scene

People start knowing,
There lyrics are like the waves, their flowing,
Because im going in harder than an olympian rowing,
This aint just a poem,
This is a Clown with a talent he’s finally showing,
Kept quiet since 1991,
But now he’s blowing stuff apart like a Gatling Gun,
New on the scene,
Constructing he’s been,
Just like a transformer he’s a machine,
He’ll mentally tear out your heart then rip you apart,
Infect your brain then drive you insane,
Now he’s in his element,
The destruction is evident,
Who you are is irrelevant,
He’ll take on you and your whole regiment,
Going down for theft because he’s stealing the show,
No haters left they all drown in this flow,
His verbal brakes are faulty,
So there’s no stopping,
No stopping these lyrics he continues dropping,
He’s like the Terminator he always comes back,
No where to hide everyone’s under attack,
Because there’s no escaping,
His verbal raping,
Clowns finally prevailing,
Only the best remaining,
He’s finally out of that abyss,
Narrowed from that gorge,
Climbed out of that pit,
And will no longer be ignored,
Here to destroy all the traitors and his haters,
To make a point to all the strangers and his neighbours,
That hes broke through the barricade,
Theres no longer an obstruction,
This is not a serenade,
This is just destruction,
Cause what you see if what you get,
He’ll put you out like a cigarette,
A walking talking nicorette,
Verbal carnage you will never forget!

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 🙂

The 31st Of October (Halloween)

The 31st Of October (Halloween)

It’s that time of the year,
The clocks go back,
By 6 o’clock at night,
The streets are filled with black,
The 31st of October, better known as Halloween,
When the dead roam the streets,
It isn’t a scary dream,
Some think it’s fun,
But not anymore,
Cause there’s a clown on the run,
That is scarier than Saw,
He could be knocking on your door,
But you won’t know its him,
Hiding behind his gruesome mask.
With a vicious evil grin,
Ever seen the film the ring?
Well that’s got shit on him,
He’ll rip you limb from limb,
Then chuck you in a bin,
He’s a predator that walks alone,
Everyone one day a year he increases his death toll,
He’s in a mental zone,
And for one day a year that will stay,
Silently prowling around waiting for his prey,
He’s fearless.
He’ll put a blade right through Ya,
Light you on fire and make you look like Freddie Kruger,
If you see dead people,
Then he’s the 6th sense,
That will butcher anyone,
From children to their parents,
If you bump into him,
You will be left in a world full of hurt,
Savagely attacked,
Then buried in the dirt,
Striking at night like a vampire,
Plans he’s perfected they never backfire,
From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,
He’s the Child Catcher,
But a lot more evil,
Cause he’s a Pain Dispatcher,
Count Dracula,
Would be too scared to get involved,
He’s pure evil,
Over the years his skills have evolved,
He’s caused bag full’s of carnage,
Worse than the Texas Chainsaw Massacre,
Don’t ever fight back,
That fuel just makes him angrier,
He can infect your brain,
Make you believe there’s spiders all over ya,
Scare you to the death,
This brings a whole new meaning to arachnophobia,
With supernatural strength,
Werewolf like Claws,
He can end a life in seconds,
And withdraw without a pause,
Now he’s in your brain,
You best call an exorcist,
Before you feel the pain,
Of someone who might not even exist,
So you decide if you want to go out this Halloween,
If you die it’s on your own head,
Things may be as real as they seem,
This is the real Dawn Of The Dead……….

A Poem By Corey Booth 28/10/11 🙂

Betrayal

Background Of The Freestyle/Rhyme/Rap/Poem

The reason behind this rhyme is that i used to have a friend who always gave me
abuse for being in a relationship just because he could never get one of his
own, id have the usual insults like “loved up fool” and “whipped mess” but that
didn’t really bother me. Then after i split with my ex girlfriend he decided to
become friends with her and ditch me in an attempt to get into her knickers!
When this attempt failed he tried running back to me, well this clown doesn’t
associate with backstabbers 😉

Betrayal

When I’m loved I’m up,
Up out of bed getting whipped,
The whip is hard I’m out of bounds,
Above the ground but under the thumb,
Not dumb,
In a relationship, the ship is never sinking,
No point thinking,
It’s not gonna happen, crazy pattern,
Which you don’t like, get on your bike,
You have had your say, cycle away,
You just don’t like to see me happy,
Now im angry,
But your jealous, now good friendless,
Just a lonely person who needs to get laid,
like a middle aged woman with no man and no toys to play,
You could play with your xbox,
According to you my ex rocks,
Well you couldn’t be more wrong,
Then again two wrongs may make a right,
Both bad on my sight,
So i suggest you have a Muller Light instead of a kebab tonight,
Just some advice, I suggest you take it,
Making me irritated, Not anymore are you needed,
The only thing you need is a beating,
Like a heart, I hope it attacks, Fatal if that,
And if that happens I’m going to smile,
Cause the word on the street Karma’s been waiting for a while,
Now your fucked, outa luck,
I don’t care, Go over there,
Outa my face, As a friend your a disgrace,
Disgusting,
Your the worst thing i’ve ever put my trust in,
I engraved it into you like you were my diary,
Then over that little slag you had to lie to me,
Do the sly to me,
Your never going to be forgiven,
Now its time for me to relax,
Ive just ripped up our friendship like its a piece of paper,
So cry me a river and go and drown yourself in it later!

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 25/10/11 🙂