Torn Between Heaven & Hell Copyright 2011 by Coyotes Publishing Smashwords EditionThe DriveThe drive was long with much anticipation.Stops were plenty due to traffic, mass transportation.Big Rigs hurried by to make deliveries.Cross country drive is what had them rushing with no worries.We trucked along at any pace we could.Alone at night as I want.People swarming around like little bugs.The bugs were really bad.Surrounded by swamp, perhaps that’s a reason.Sat around most of the time quiet.As I do at home but got more time alone there.The silent ness still reminds me bout how my life will continue to be.From Monday to Sunday all twelve hours alone for me.- Kennie KayozKiller BugsToday the bugs were bad.They’d swarm any bit of skin ya had.Not covered just to take a chunk out.Blood splattered on your arm from one smack as ya shout.A quick scream from pain as the bite.Waking up all hours, In the middle of the night.Just to scratch your bites that itched.You’d always get atleast one that would make ya bitch.The untouchable one just out of reach.Scratchin just for a minute of relief.No matter how much ya scratched it wouldn’t be enough.They’d relentlessly take chunks out no matter how tough.They’d sink in ya ear as a warning or distraction.They ya would feel a bite, no satisfaction.Thas my story bout the killer bugs.Hope ya would be careful around them.The last thing you would want is west nile.Which can get as bad as to paralyze that smile.-Kennie KayozHumen SacrificeLate Saturday evening I decided to go fishing.Stroll down to the lake.Grab the gear, stand on the dock.First cast, sound of the lewer hit’s the water.Must have been same sound the bugs use for feeding time.
I was swarmed, bites all over my body.I was swingin & reelin in like ya wouldn’t believe.Finally I went in after a few more casts.Later that night I went to bed & wrote this.Sat on bed in tshirt & shorts covered with bites.When the humen sacrifice happened I hadsweater and a pair of long pants, they still got me.I write this in story form cause most people in citiesNever get a chance to goto a cottage.Even though there are good times & bad times.The bugs can turn anything into a bad time.- Kennie KayozHumen Sacrifice - Blood LotuzThe raw flesh sent out for the bugs to feast on.Stripped to the skin the sacrifice continues his march on.To the bridge to cross the little creek to the drive way.You seen the bugs get ready all from the sky to bay.Every step the fresh meat took, the bugs wouldn’t move.Just like an old western it was waitin for the final move.As soon as his foot touched the dock.The bugs began to flock.Onto the sacrifice wanting some blood.The sacrifice couldn’t hold them off any longer.He dropped to his knees like you wouldn’t believe.Fell face forward onto the dock.The bugs continued on with the feast.It was just like blood lotuz feastin on a victim.As the time continues the feast died down.Till it’s carcass got rolled into the lake to drown.No more humen sacrifice, no more feast for bugs.But that jus enraged’em more they wanted more and more.Till the end of time, they’re feed on the blood of the living.- Blood LotuzConviktion - IntroThe conviktion intro, to introduce the Convikz.Y’all never understand what we be about.If ya crossed either one of us it’ll make you scream & shout.We be ugly but we don’t care what y’all think.Continue reppin ya, fake shit, smoke drugs & drink.It wont get ya any where no matter what you try.We gotz mad talent, shit that you couldn’t buy.The C-O-N-V-I-K-ZHere to lay it down from the C-O-Y-O-T-ESo watch what ya say before you get in our sights.We’re nothing but freaks.Stealin from poetry like yours that reeks.
Written with the dead.Comin wit lyrical morbid shit from our heads.Everythin happens for a reason, we here to drop dope shit.Step back before you get put back in the casket.-CONVIKZPrepare To DieIts now your turn to die so prepare yourself to be buried.You wanted to walk around flontin how easy you had it which made your death behuried.This is how itll be done;Ill smack you upside your head with a bat.Without warning Ill do it, as quick as that.Before your brain could register a blow to the skull protectin it youll get a second blow.This one will send you to the ground in a bloody heap.If I let you live youll be just like the ones you call freak.Brain damaged to the fullest as it poors out your ear.Your eyes plucked out of your skull just so all you can see is darkness.But well leave your ears in tact so that you can hear all the screams so you know how itfeels.To be different is how your going to be when we get done with you.When you walk into the shadows of night, its over for you.When you walk into the shadows of night, its over for you.When you walk into the shadows of night, its over for you.Prepare To Die.Nows a good time for you to prepare for death.Its time to see what all is left.- KJ Abyzz -Humen Sacrifice - Blood LotuzThe raw flesh sent out for the bugs to feast on.Stripped to the skin the sacrifice continues his march on.To the bridge to cross the little creek to the drive way.You seen the bugs get ready all from the sky to bay.Every step the fresh meat took, the bugs wouldn’t move.Just like an old western it was waitin for the final move.As soon as his foot touched the dock.The bugs began to flock.Onto the sacrifice wanting some blood.The sacrifice couldn’t hold them off any longer.He dropped to his knees like you wouldn’t believe.Fell face forward onto the dock.The bugs continued on with the feast.It was just like blood lotuz feastin on a victim.As the time continues the feast died down.Till it’s carcass got rolled into the lake to drown.No more humen sacrifice, no more feast for bugs.But that jus enraged’em more they wanted more and more.
Till the end of time, they’re feed on the blood of the living.- Blood LotuzColdnessThe coldness lives deep inside of me.Like an ice cube growing with age.Rotting my soul, turning my eyes black.Makin my heart black as coal.The fake love around is what does this to me.To begin in the end with nothing left for anyone.The black hearted lives amongst you continuing to grow in the coldness of winter.No one has ever seen the coldness with the things I speak of.Unheard from the human mind much like peace on earth.As I live the coldness gets colder.Preventing anyone from tryin to get with me.Its like my shield that protects me from the evil.The evil who seem to all be females.They all have it out for me.They all want to be apart of my demise.Only time will tell if that falls true.Or will my death fall upon the blind of many eyes.- Kennie Kayoz -9. Dont Tempt Us (With Skull Masta & Joopitr)Why all the dark side.When your from the far side.The fuck do you think your doin now.Tryin to step tha fuck up to where I am now, to continue some how.I dont think so lil man you dont got what it takes.Just toss yo shit back in the pile with tha other fakes.Never gonna step up to the same level that Im at.Just step off the mic and go back to tha desk where you sat.You aint got what it takes.Yall belong wit tha rest of the fakes.Scrap the paper that your writtin on and throw it in the trash.All the money you spent on this shit was just useless cash.You damn right it was useless cash.We be steppin things tha fuck on up while you cant even get a rhyme fo bash.Imma be rockin tha fuckin place and rollin down the streets.Bass be thumpin wit all my fresh ass beats.Step tha fuck back to tha curb.Piss tha fuck off and dont disturb.You need to realize who tha fuck you be messin wit and watch out.Get back away from all this and dont pout.We be some illest rhymerz that you can ever see goin on like madd.While we be spittin rhymes, the fakes be tryin to step up wit one hit wonders andits sadd.Dont get too pissd now you fakes its not our fault you cant step up like we can.
Tha shit you put togetha is pathetic and gotta be banned.I know that all of yall gonna try to put togetha a quick spit to try to top it.When will yall fuckin realize you cant cause yall be fuckin shit.Go back to what you were doin before you tried becomin top dogYou be worse than thoze two fakes dj kage & poly dawg.I dont know where tha fuck you think you can get yo shit.But I know fo fuck sakes yall a bunch of wannabe fakes who dont know how doget decent hit.Kennie Kayoz (First Paragraph)Joopitr (Second Paragraph)Skull Masta (Third Paragraph)Fake Love******** met Ken on the internet one day.She enjoyed everythin he had to say.Two weeks later she went to a friends party.This is where she met up with an old friend named ****When Ken called her at the party she acted teh same.But it was as if she was scared to say his name.When the party ended she walked on home.Expecting to talk with Kennie on the phone.When she came home she wasnt alone.**** was with her, she forgot all about Kennie.When people asked about him the only thing she said was "who is he anyway"Her heart quickly turned cold to him.As she warmed up to **** one night.They turned on the TV much to there delight.A man found slain.Kennie was his name- Kennie -Turnd Your BackEver since day one you have turnd your back.But I guess thats what you wanted from the start is to turn ya back.I knew I wasnt favored in the family.I could be the king of egypt you would tell me I could do better.You were never happy with what I did.But I guess if you turned to face me now.I wouldnt know how to handle it.Since all I have had was your back to see how cold life is.Ive lost all hope in what things were.Shotem out of my mind so quick theyre a blur.Now forever an ever you shall give the cold shoulder.I knew things couldnt get much bolder.As you feel your high class.Cause ya always crabbed bout me sittin on my ass.I guess nothin more to say.Other than be sure to blame me since thats what keeps you
goin through the day.- KennieLiving In The DarknessEveryone be up in the light of things.I be in the darkness dreamin of better things.Hopin that for once the dreams I follow will amount.To something rather than just the failed dream count.Never looking deep into the future livin day by day.As I continue to work a job I despise only for the pay.Wantin to make bank off of something I want to do.No one I know be standin behind me with any dream I got.So I continue to work like a robot.Not knowing what’s going on around me or in the office.Shall it ever happen only time will tell.One dream accomplished or yet another one that fell.- KJ Abyzz -Returnd ?Slaughterin my victims all around town.People always wonderin why im always sportin a frown.Killin off everyone that steps in my way.No more these motha fuckaz tellin me to step back and put it away.Droppin dead bodies left and right to get rid of all thoze bitches.Tossin those dead bodies in ditches.Slittin flesh and throats just to watch the blood spill.All the murderous victims of the rest who will be killedKennie KayozStroke Of 9The silence is broken by the ring of the phone.The voice on the phone sounds cold & dead.After 3 breaths, I hear the voice say "Im Back"The line goes dead, as the phone gets hung up.Proposed the future of Coyotes Publishing.Now more stronger than ever.Things now are etched in blood.The stroke of 9 told it, so let the world behold it.Now is the time to buy.Coyotes Publishing now and forever.- Kennie Kayoz -Heather Is TalentlessLets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.Kennie got the scoop from the little yahoo chat, shes bobbin for dicks from anyone whowantstheres sucked.The bitch is whack as fuck, just like the bullshit you write.
I tried to help out but just a quick another dick gets slammed in her mouth.A quick shot in and out, as I sprayed her from the tip all around her lips.... holy shit.Practicing to be a church girl, Ive never seen a church girls tongue do the swirl.But I know ya gotta make that buck girl.....gotta make a quick buck dont ya girl.Lets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.A slut who talks dick mouth fluent, tell me how many guys you plan on screwin.You want more dick in your hands than I roll joints, when ya site consist of postedbullshit ratherthen top dollar writes.Better snort some cum, be removed bitch..... your done.Your ass was nothin more than a cushion to push on.Heather was crazy for cock like she had rabies.Stand back shes the one who can show ya ladies.Lets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.Lip shit, this is a true diss right on you bitch.Come near me and Ill smack the shit outta you bitch.Careful Ken its your dick that she wants to attack.Heather you should pay attention to the shit you say instead of running off at the mouthbout meKENNIE KAYOZ.By the way the first page of your book is whack.Its your poetry Ken thats at the libraries all at the back.Specially in columbine with blood splats on them.No hoes strip but I know I went too far when you would call me names as you got nakedon cam.Then ya told me you loved me twenty minutes later, I knew that shit was a fucking scam.It reminds me of something you once said "Would you miss me if I was dead"This was written cause you provoke me, Ya dont need no suicidal bitch on yo green.Even though she wants my dick to be poken in her cheek.Only after she wants to marry ya so she can have half your green in only one week.Lets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.Lip shit, this is a true diss right on you bitch.Come near me and Ill smack the shit outta you bitch.Careful Ken its your dick that she wants to attack.I wanna fuck that girl.Lets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.Lets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.
That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.- Kennie Kayoz -Italics were donated by Mac Nifty, This was inspired by the song done by Mac Niftyentitled"Shortkutt Is TalentlessNever Will Change.Im still the same kid I was inside of me when I was born.Still deprived of everything that I have wanted since the moment I was torn.Things havent gotten any better in the twenty two years.The jackass who claims hes my father continues to drown himself in beers.All the rest of the family is still the same and theyre never going to change.No matter what happens to any of them or to me they never will change for thebetter.They are all out to make my life difficult while they talk down about me.Who would have thought that I would be stuck with this family.KJ AbyzzResurrectionThe time is near for the resurrection to take place.Its time for yall to see the wicked look of evilness on my face.Voodoo chants I speak as the evil falls from the sky above.Watching people waiting in lines just takes one shove.The violence in this world continues to erupt like a cesspool of hate.Hitlers birthday now marks two very special dates.Perhaps its time to unleash some evilness of my own.The resurrection of Skull Masta, its about time to take back my throne.Dark skies above unleash your hell as you have times before.Dark skies above unleash your hell has you have times before.Dark skies above unleash your hell as you have times before.The clouds form above my head as the swirl around like a tornado.The tornado of all evilness shall grant me one last time as I step forth from this grave.Its my only time to step back from this grave and show yall what I have saved.The Resurrection of Skull Masta is close.You Have Been Warned.- Skull Masta -Your HouseIt is your house that I see perched upon the hill raised higher than the rest of them.Your children playing inside as you have them locked up away from the evils who dothem harm.As I perch upon the ledge that can barely hold my weight I sit and watch you and yourkids play.What you dont understand is what you would fear if you only knew.I stare blankly at you as you continue to play with your kid unnoticed that Im around.As I creep closer to the front door I see you havent moved since you havent heard asound.The door creeps open as you continue to play unnoticed of the evil that have just entered.
As I creep around the house unnoticed like a ghost of the dead I see your daughter layingin bed.I walk around her as I still become unnoticed moving around without a sound to wakeher.The smile upon her face as she sleeps trying to hide the darkness that are her sheets.We all know she has something to hide.Just like you, have rules that you have to abide.Still moving slowly upon the wall I see a crucifix hung.Below it is where I see a little memorial for your mom.I creep out of your room and down the hall.Be careful of the toys I dont want to fall.I slowly watch your child play.Hoping that I will come back some day.My ghostly image enters the room that you have bored up.Seeing nothing but darkness inside, all the windows are covered up.A crack of light comes through the window as the sun raises.It scans across the room only to come across my dead faces.There I lay dead in a heap.Hoping that sometime maybe we will meet.In the afterlife is what I look for.As the mist that is me began to sinks into the blood on the floor.The last place I got to visit.Seeing everyone so happy and young, Im not even missed.So this is what life has chose for me.To die from the shots labeled 3.- Kennie Kayoz The Neighborhood StalkerJustAnother DayIts just another day when I wake up already late.Just like it happened yesterday but this time my boss is irrate.Its just another day when I get yelled at.Instead of grabbin I gun I just want to take out my frustrations with a bat.Its just another day when another girl dislikes me.Whys it matter what I say I know shes already got an oppion bout me.Whats next for me, as its all just another day.As no matter what I do my mind is wounded fatally.Its just another day as you keep lookin over my shoulder.To you it maybe nothin, to me Im getting colder.Its just another day that you need to pray for me.Since I know its only a matter of time before Im taken away.In case you havent realized it.Tis is just another day that I must deal with this shit.- Kennie Kayoz -Dream I HaveI woke up from a deep sleep one morning wishing I could quit my job an do something Ilove.The next thing I know Im sittin at a table writin this out.
This Dream I Have, I sure hope it pays off.To live off talent is somethin I really want.No more putting up with hassels of work, a job I dispise.To be able to live off a poetic talent would be a surprise.This Dream I Have, is somethin I want to pursue.To watch it grow from begining to end is what I want to see through.Late nights, early mornings somethin I want to do away with.Just to beable to sit down with pen an paper just like this.Tryin to hold this dream I have intact.Its the only thing I can see myself doin, infact.As it looks the only way to be a legend is to die.Look at william shakespear been dead for long time,, look how hard he tried.No matter what happens from here on out.Please know that Ive sank my heart an soul into it.So hopefully when I fall I wont land in a pile of shit.- KJ Abyzz -Cold –n- DarkThe cold an dark nights be waiting on our prey.Watchin an waitin to see what they say.Never again shall you worry about the nights that you can see your breath.Cause it may very well be the last thing that you have left.As it’ll feel like a rope tightening around your throat.Only to pick you inches off the groundTo watch you struggle for your life.Begging for mercy.Watching and waiting.To see which path shall take you in.The path of light.Or the path of fright.It’ll be time for the one to choose.Are you prepared to see if you have anything left to loose.The cold an dark is heading your way.So is it going to be your time to stay.- Project Druyd -What the hellI never knew one lil name could eat at someone so fuckin much.Nothin you can say or do will make it leave my mind.Before all this I was aight I was possibly even fine.But not now Ive had it I cant stand this shit no longerThings have just gotten to me to fast.Its like a sceen from my past.Ill probally get fuckd up ever worse fo all this shit.But what the fuck I know I cant fuckin tell you so I gotta realise this into someotha shit.Quick get tha fuckin noose.Ive fuckin had that I cant stand hearin that name.
Its kickd me right the fuck through from bein insane.Now I dont know what I am, I should be lockd the fuck awayThrow away the key its just gettin to me.I havent steppd up and said anythin cause I know you love him like a brother.Fuck this I cant go on like this anymore dont say his name again.Kennie KayozTouch Of HellI call to the mighty bringer of light, Lucifer...Spirits of the abyss, here my call.Send down the evil to infect all of y’all.Lucifer my thoughts do singEliminate those who have yet to hear thy ring.Take thine enemy, take him smite.tie his dreams up, torture him all night.From the mighty depths of hell.Torture him through his fleshy shell.Oh Lucifer, oh shinning star.Touch him, burn him from afar.Revenge now will have its day.For thine enemy starts to fray.Drive him crazy, drive him to his demised.Allow you to finally rise.- Kennie Kayoz -Play GroundWelcome to my play ground the smell of burnt flesh to make you ill.That spell makes me spit all these freak azz thrillz.Here is your ticket as you look at it you realize its a tombstone with a your name.Now the fun part is to kill you,you worthless little fuck and then find your name on theproper stone.As you climb up the ladder to get to the top.A big mother fuckin axe swings at you then all of a sudden CHOP !.With your body layin motionless I grab a knife and let your blood flow.I roll around it in soakin my clothes in blood and fresh flesh as I get up and go.Aftery my next victim that I will choke to death.As their eyes roll back in their heads then I see the look of the dead.It quickly slices through your flesh and bone.Sending you down to visit me with my demons in my home.Welcome to my play ground.Once you enter you will never leave I promise you that.Say your final good byes to your family with out you knowin what is in store for you.As you enter my playground your family have started to look for you.But they soon realize that your body is on the porch dead.They realize this when they see your lifeless body wit out a head.As the screams echo through the sky.I will proclaim another victim must die.I raise from the dead each night to bring more people to my play
ground.Chopped heads and dead bodiez all around.I will raise again the next night and say "Welcome To My PlayGround"By:Kennie KayozAxez & HoezThese fuckin hoez deserve to get the fuckin Axe.Grab tha fucka and lay tha axe to there backs.I cant take this any longer Ive been fuckd wit too long.Apparently there aint nothin fo out there its been too long.Things just happen but who the fuck am I suspose to say what goes onJust dropem as is and letem go on alone.JoopitrVoices In Your HeadKip Kinkle heard the voices in his head.Later in life he shot his parents dead.He got suspended from school.For purchasing a fire arm on the campus, what a fool.Who would have thought someone would pull something such as he did.Killing off both of his parents, setting explosives, gunning up a school.The voices in his head told him to do all that.Now everyone is blaming music and internet for givin the kid a bad rep.Giving a kid too much privacy is what some say is the reason he did that.Go ahead and blame who you wish, give him a hat turn it to the side just like that.Now you got somethin else to blame it on, society for brainwashing him.You stupid fools, go ahead and say your better as you watch your back at the gym.The same type of parents who would love the new execution law in the USA.But watch out, you better not go executing a gay.The rights of activist would be all over you.Pummeling you with signs till your black and blue.Try to recall the parents mistakes.As if any of you would know, your all a bunch of fakes.Yall want him dead, your no better than he.But dont leave your kid alone, thatd be giving one too much privacy.Project DruydCockhoundsAll the women ever want is the dick ya give’em.They don’t wanna be down wit ya if ya don’t give it.They all be houndin for the cock, so they be cock hounds.I could give a fuckless bout what they want, I’m single for life.I don’t need a wife to be ended by a bloody knife.Or a bitch.Who’s only wit me cause I’m rich.Let’em cock hounds stay away from me.Let’em cock hounds despise and hate me.I don’t need’em if that’s the way they’re gonna be.
I don’t want’em if they just want the meaty me.Just keeper the fuck away from me at all times.Let me kick back and speak my mind through my rhymes.Kennie Kayoz the poetic lyrical assassin comin out with both AK’s blastin.You have been warned so listen and obey the word.Before ya get caught in a fury of words.That’ll flip, slit and spit your mind in an awkward rhyme.It’s all about the line, to keep the cock hounds outtaMy mind and in there place, away from my space.- Kennie KayozDifferent Style - Different PeopleEvery person I walked by had there own style.Nobody mocked another just cause they were different.I felt like I was at home.The violence littered the city like the poetry littered my room.Not even a quick sweep of the old broom could get it clean.Street bands, homelessness and people dressed different.Is what ya seen in everyday life.I now sit here on a rainy Friday my last full day here.Remembering all the good times I had.Including the can of mystery mustard to top my vacation off last Sunday.Nothing but fond memories.I look forward to doing it again, someday soon.- Kennie Kayoz -Nothing Holding Me Back NowFrom the start you wanted me to stop writing fat chance of that.Claiming that I wasnt nothing but yet you still gripped to my sack.Now you running away from me, while watching your own back.Of course the psychotic mind of I means much mysery to people like you.Just let me wrap my hands around your throat & pummel you till your black an blue.Little have you known what I really thought of you, get back on your knees bitch.Earn the money like street walker that you are, the only way you can attempt to be rich.See my laser sights as you walk down the street its right on your throat.After I pull the trigger for good measure Ill be sure to slit you like a goat.Nothing holding me back now from accomplishing my dream.Just like most people I am your worse nightmare.Be sure to look yourself in the mirror, youll never see a gleem of hope in that stare.Go sleep with all the guys in the world, your bringing death upon you.- Kennie Kayoz -Thank you all for taking the time to download the first free E-Book released by:Coyotes Publishing&Silver Dragon PublishingBe sure to keep up to date on what we do by checking out our respective sites:http://www.coyotespublishing.com&
http://www.silverdragonpublishing.comBlack HeartBlacknessAs my heart continue to turn cold with age.My eyes roll back into my head, they come back blacker than before.The coldness comes out of my breath as it turns cold as well.The whites of my eyes turn red like blood.As I grow angry with my black heart.The smell of love in the air does this to me all the time.I still grow with more and more hatred as each valentines day comes with a new ring.A greeting card holiday, for the fakes & phonies.Watching one another purpose there undying love for each other.It is time to unleash the fury of the black heart.The bottled up emotions in which live deep inside me forever & ever.- Kennie Kayoz -ColdnessThe coldness lives deep inside of me.Like an ice cube growing with age.Rotting my soul, turning my eyes black.Makin my heart black as coal.The fake love around is what does this to me.To begin in the end with nothing left for anyone.The black hearted lives amongst you continuing to grow in the coldness of winter.No one has ever seen the coldness with the things I speak of.Unheard from the human mind much like peace on earth.As I live the coldness gets colder.Preventing anyone from tryin to get with me.Its like my shield that protects me from the evil.The evil who seem to all be females.They all have it out for me.They all want to be apart of my demise.Only time will tell if that falls true.Or will my death fall upon the blind of many eyes.- Kennie Kayoz -The LeakWith all the blackness my heart endours sometimes.It springs a leak, when the leak happen.I tend to show emotion for people.The emotion can be short or long.While it happens Im usually out of my mind.No matter how it happens I have a hard time dealing with it.Its all new to me no matter how often it happens.Everytime is something different.Emotionally wore out, if I spring a leak.The leak, the leak, the leak.Happens when people tug on my emotions.
Its tough to deal with, just somethin I got to deal with all my life.Who knows how much longer ill have to deal with this, hopefullyI can find someone to help plug the leak.- Kennie Kayoz -TemptationsSure you got the temptations floatin around like love on a cloud.Walkin down the street, you always hear temptin voices aloud.No matter how fast you run, you cant escape it.People tryin to make me believe that its the only way, to sway with it.If i were a tree I would sway with the wind.But since I aint it takes more than a little whisper for me to bend.Shall I start to worry as things get shorter in life.Should I be runnin around lookin for a wife.The temptations got me goin crazy.Spinnin me so fast everythin is hazy.Whats up isnt whats down, as the only thing below me is the ground.How come everyone tries to put themselves above me.When its clear to me that they aint nothin.Were all here to make somethin of ourselves.Rather than workin a deadend job puttin together shelves.The temptations all around me makin me try to be like you.Arent they just as bad for you showin to lay off the booze.Is it just me who sees it.The end of your life, you dont give a shit.When all is said & done.Youll be the one dead by the gun.- Kennie Kayoz -Watch Your BackWith a heart as black as mine, my eyes roll back in my head.Dont turn your back on me otherwise youll wind up dead.Just a second is all it takes for you to wish it was over.To bad it wont be that quick in ending.Youll be homeless looking for shelter while fending.off the rest from your stash of food.Bein you what got you into this mess.Bein me is what brugh me to this success.Leave me to be, as I leave you to bleed.The gash in your throat is nothin.If you try to start somethin else.Ill be forced to bring the evilness out.Dont fret or even pout.As your eyes close for the last time.Your out just like the end of this rhyme.- Kennie Kayoz -1. Blood LuztWe tourment tha soulz of tha livin, join tha soulz who are dead.
Diggin graves for those who are gonna be shot in tha head.No one will ever know what happend, things will be tragic.Skull Masta bustin out wit red magik.Drop the bodies into tha graves.Blood baths start at a rave.Watchin the blood flow just like the days of old.Kill a man in the dead of winter and watch his soul try and escape with into thecold.What the fuck is next besides let the blood go.Watch the blood flow.Kennie Kayoz2. PanikWho knew that I was such a threat to the world.No one ever expected me to become a serious threat.The voices talk to me and its time to kill.Lettin the blood spill.If your next you better watch out to see who does what.Ill kill ya quicker than a drop of a hat.Pluck out your eye balls.Watch the dead body fall.Kennie Kayoz3. Skullz -n- Stuff (With Skull Masta)Be kickin it with tha masta of the skull.Watchin people suffer aint so fuckin dull.Who ever knew what people would ever say.Some lil fucka tryin to step up and get in my way.Gimma a brake if you think you can do somethin like dat.Ill fuckin beat ya tha fuck to death wit my baseball bat.Ive had many skulls hangin round my neck but its time fo someone new.Someone who thinks they can get up and fuck wit me even though they dont gota clue.Things will slow and angonisin when you go through the same tortue that ivebeenthrough.My head was de-skinned and I made a deal wit tha devil to come back.Since Ive been back I havent even had a second look at.Things wont be the same this time.I wont be ridin on just one rhyme.Im here wit Xtreme Kayoz to help my shit.Since he became a great hit.I gotta step up and show Im not shit.Kennie Kayoz (Paragraph #1)Skull Masta (Paragraph #2)Orbittin (With Joopitr)Hey wazzup Joopitr here ready to show yall how things are truely done.Time to kick back and have some fun.
Its time to spit, some of my hot shit cause Its time to bring out somethin new.Sick and tired of the fags who did the album black and blue.Id like to go ahead and bust a rhyme.Weve got plenty of sudz and time.No one gonna get a hit like that.Ill be bustinem off just like dat.Ill stab ya in tha fuckin neck cause so many stabbed XK in tha back.Who tha fuck do you think you are tryin to use us to make a name.If you have seen one fucka tryin to do it youve seenem all cause they all be thasame.We be on a rhyme spree.Spillin rhymes every where just like a mass murder.What the fuck was up wit that last line.Who tha fuck knows it wasnt my rhyme.That be my friend Joop kickin some shit his way.I never know what tha fuck he is gonna come out and say.We be bustin off rhymes all the time.DJ P youve never had it.Walkin round tryin to steal otha peoplez shit.Its time to make our move and put ya outta yo place.May thinkin it was a good thing at first but now it bein thrown back in yo face.Step the fuck back cause you werent needed fo what you did.To late takin shit back fo everythin you said.Lets get to that fuck Kage who thinks hes all tha rage.Some lil cock sucka who wants to be famouz by stealin otha peoplez shit.All tha work just to become a hit.Yall just a bunch of fakes.Tryin to step up and prove you aint no flakez.Joopitr (First Paragraph)Kennie Kayoz (Second Paragraph)5. From The Unknown (Mazteryouzz first)The mystery of the unknown is the darkest of the dark.Seekin out of the dark to come make myself unknown to all.Watchin the peices of each city crumble,collapse and fall.No one knows who I am, Im tha greatest mystery of all.I raise up from the firey hell.From tha darknest I watch you fell.I come outta each smoke from a toke.Dark as night and as strange as mist or smoke.Who knows where I will show and where I wont.As I make my first appearence in at all from the first ever rhyme.I guess now its about time.To introduce myself as Mazteryouz , the master of mystery.Bustin out anotha rhyme in less than half tha time.I guess I really found out where I truely do shine.Brighter than a blade from a knife.
Ready to take out someones life.Who knows what tha hell will be up.Its not like me to say wasssup.I be tha illest spilla that you would eva know.Tha spilla to eva tear through tha world life a hot knife through butter.Hack -n- slash through my skin to make me feel better.No idea where I get these notations from to do shit like this.Ive recived disses from everyone who has ever read somethin like this.Ill be fo eva known as one wikked spitta.I have been pumpin out hitz quicker than anyone can do shit like thiz.Mazteryouz (First Paragraph)Kennie Kayoz (Second Paragraph)6. Bustin A RapId like to go and bust a rap on tha fuckin mic.Imma be bustinem all tha fuckin nite.If you talk shit imma take you out.Knock yo bitch ass lights out, take ya to tha grave yard and bury yo dead ass.Imma sick of all this shit of people tryin to spit just as fast.Youve never had it, your just a mixed up kid who was down.Quit tryin to take over my shit and turn your luck around.It wont be happenin anytime soon cause Imma be bustin loose.Gettin sick of my life tiein up a rope to hang myself from a noose.No one knows how I be bustin out with rhymes this fast.Its all taken from my life, its mostly from my past.Im bustin at the seemz, to be bustin up the sceenz.Soon all thiz be bustin tha screenz.Kennie Kayoz7. Quick SpittaSpittin tonz of lyrical shit to past some time while I type out rhymez.Sittin here spillin some interestin rhymez just to fill the need and past the time.Whats gonna come outta me next for a rhyme who really knows what will.Im like a can filled with rhymes and someone tipped me over so I spill.Long rhymes in a short time who really can tell.Short rhymes in a long time nothin to sell.Kennie Kayoz9. Dont Tempt Us (With Skull Masta & Joopitr)Why all the dark side.When your from the far side.The fuck do you think your doin now.Tryin to step tha fuck up to where I am now, to continue some how.I dont think so lil man you dont got what it takes.Just toss yo shit back in the pile with tha other fakes.Never gonna step up to the same level that Im at.Just step off the mic and go back to tha desk where you sat.You aint got what it takes.Yall belong wit tha rest of the fakes.
Scrap the paper that your writtin on and throw it in the trash.All the money you spent on this shit was just useless cash.You damn right it was useless cash.We be steppin things tha fuck on up while you cant even get a rhyme fo bash.Imma be rockin tha fuckin place and rollin down the streets.Bass be thumpin wit all my fresh ass beats.Step tha fuck back to tha curb.Piss tha fuck off and dont disturb.You need to realize who tha fuck you be messin wit and watch out.Get back away from all this and dont pout.We be some illest rhymerz that you can ever see goin on like madd.While we be spittin rhymes, the fakes be tryin to step up wit one hit wonders andits sadd.Dont get too pissd now you fakes its not our fault you cant step up like we can.Tha shit you put togetha is pathetic and gotta be banned.I know that all of yall gonna try to put togetha a quick spit to try to top it.When will yall fuckin realize you cant cause yall be fuckin shit.Go back to what you were doin before you tried becomin top dogYou be worse than thoze two fakes dj kage & poly dawg.I dont know where tha fuck you think you can get yo shit.But I know fo fuck sakes yall a bunch of wannabe fakes who dont know how doget decent hit.Kennie Kayoz (First Paragraph)Joopitr (Second Paragraph)Skull Masta (Third Paragraph)10. Night MareHey what tha fuck yall gonna do there.Ill grab ya and throw ya in the electric chair.Walk into the dark room and back out with an axe.Just when you thought it was safe to turn your backs.It aint Imma be choppin and choppin while yall be runnin and divin.Who would know who gets choopd till the next day when yall dont wake up.Im in all of yall dreams, thaz why yall be my victims.You get addicted to my writinz and I get one step closer to takin your life.But what will I be usin an axe or my trusty knife.Just when you thought it was safe to venture out.You can try but dont xpect me to react to yall, dont even doubt that I wont be out.Kennie KayozEmerald EyesThem emerald eyes sparkle in the sunlight.Showing me that your soul is also lookin to sparkle for something bright.Lookin so innocent all the time were together.She knows that there is no one better.Those soft eyes lead my soul on to play with hers.As they continue to sparkle an become happy.The eyes show me what she is truly feeling.
Riskin it all since I know its my heart shes forever stealing.I can see great things when I look into those beautiful emerald eyes.Her hopes an her dreams of one day touchin the skies.I hope I can help her realize the dreams that she has.To make her fears the thing of the past.Never having to be shy around me anymore.Knowin she has someone to talk to when she feels sore.If those eyes ever become dull when I look at them.A kiss will bring the sparkle back, a special kiss from a special him.- Mr. Love Zone -How It Came To BeCheckem eyes out as they sparkle in the sunlight.Beyond that a shy soul that has been ridden with fright.Such a soft spirit, lookin for love in all the wrong pla-aces.Till she found another shy soul in a forever lost face.Neither one has ever had a place in high school.Since they were never classified as what they thought was "cool"He got his start through a contraversial peice shortly after columbine.She got her start at another school when her school took hers as a suicide note, what away toclassify a rhyme.He dropped out of his high school sick of the bullshit he went through.She graduated from hers to get her diploma, hit up college to find out what she wanted todo.The past still haunted these two through there lives.Never knew about one another, usin there pens as knives.So similiar in many ways.Constantly lookin for one another through the various days.Not knowin if someone like the other really did exsist.Finally one day online he got bored, did a search for a few things lookin for old friends.It fell through, but he came across a profile an a girl who quickly turned into a friend.They got together for a few hours one tuesday afternoon.She realized then that he wasnt so much of a goon.Later that week, a friday just so happens to start the magic between them.As they got together for the full day an the magic grew.Later after that she fell for him, as he already done.Now they see each other mornin an night, just lovin to be with someone.Things continue to grow to this very day an forever after.Just like a certain 4 foot stuffed monkey that has always brought the two ofem laughter.- Mr. Love Zone -RewindClick your rewind life button so we can relive the magic of what yesterday brought.For all those great memories to be replayed again in one five hour thought.Walkin all through out orangeville as we did for the hour or two.You seen the magic inside of me as I did with you.Everytime I looked your way.
You smiled an blushed, you had nothin to say.Magic is what it be somethin thatll be relived time an time again.Perhaps the whole different magic that you dont feel with ya friend.Now you be comtimplatin what could be an who to choose.Two great guys an you feel like you have alot to loose.While your thoughts tear you apart through the daytime.Your dreams haunt you with certain thoughts after bedtime.If we both could wed both just press rewind.To live in that day forever, so be kind.Come join rewind an allow the magic that you seen yesterday happen anytime you wish.Cause we both know that the next time we get together if you havent made a choice yet,itll bemade with the kiss.- Mr. Love Zone -The Precious Flower You Be.I sit here an gaze upon the beauty that is your photo-graphHoping that you an the other guys love will forever last.I dont want to intrude an be the cause of you two not getting to-gether.Which could very well be the cause of bad wea-ther.Between us since I may have been the one to screw up something good.I do know when to keep my mouth shut an not say anythin, an always there to saysomethin thatyou would.Although I would send ya cute lil messages to you on ya cell-phone.I would never leave my house without thinkin about you as I walk around bein alone.Or with friends as we sit an talk.I would always like to hold your hand anytime wed walk.To hold you close to my heart is where you no doubt belong.- Mr. Love Zone -The TouchAs her eyes close an a smile crawls across her face from ear to ear.I can hear her soft voice saying "yes dear"Every time I touch her face.Always havin flash backs in my mind at each place.In which I touch her soft skin.I know when I see that smile that I did win.The right to make her happy as she is always on my mind.I always can feel her soft skin on the tips of my fingers for a while after she goes.The feeling of love between us is something that forever shows.The magic is in the touch, the sensitvity of humen flesh is an incredible thing.Touching feels so good at times she just wants to quiver her lips to sing.Out in a toneThat many would call it to be a moan.Im sure you know the feeling of the touch if your in love.Sticking together always liking the touch of hand to face.If you havent felt it yet then have faith.
- Mr. Love Zone -PainIt hurts when I see it.People with there signifigant others, me without shit.All that love between the two.While I sit, bein ignored by all.I cant do this anymore, I have to find someone.Even though there is no one out there for me.Im destined to be alone forever & ever.Im destined to live in the dark & feel the pain.Maybe I should lay it all on the line.Maybe I should tell her how I feel this time.Who knows what I should do, besides continuing to swallow my feelings.Been doin so for 22 years.I dont know what else to do, things probally wont go my way if I do tell her that.- Kennie -Stomach Filled Of FeelingsWhy is it that my stomach hurts so much.Its probally missing the softness of her touch.The gleem in her eyes anytime she smiled.I felt it in my stomach everytime we got together.Its a shame things had to end this way, but they did.If I could have changed the outcome I would have.Guess things had to be like this, just my luck.Never had a chance with her, even though I wanted.She said things may progress that way.But they didnt, what else is for me to do.Might as well settle with bein alone.Thats all that its goin to be for me.Oh well its not like anythin will ever be different.I should have known, I should have seen.That through this whole world.No one is out therelooking for me- Kennie -WednesdayWednesday is the day that Im fearingWednesday is the day that will suck.Im going to be so depressed.She isnt going to call, she isnt even goin to come.I wish things wouldnt go that way.I dont know what to do.I dont know what to say.What should I do to change the outcome.Should I not ask, then I wont have to worry.Should I ask then meet my fate.
Should I just randomly call someone.Call someone I use to goto school with.What the hell should I do.Where the hell should I go.Guess Im here to live alone.Guess im here to die alone.- Kennie -InspirationAlways the inspiration of mine but she dont know.The differences of me makes me worry shes gonna say no.I worry each day that it maybe the last.We both share a similar past.Growin up with almost the same childhood.Worried about not findin someone, but later I would.Always there to catch me when I fall.Always willin to make me feel better when I call.The sweetest thing to me is she.Petrafied in many ways shed find someone better than me.I know Im not perfect in anyway.Seein how most of the time I live day 2 day.She will always have a place in my heart.No matter what happens from here on out.I want to give ******** a special shout out.I love you baby.- Kennie -Chance Of A LifetimeShes my chance of a life time, no time to start lying.Shes e verythin I look for in someone Id want to be with.No one has any chance at all to ever get with me.Without her I have no idea where Id be half the time.This is my second time takin the chance to rhyme.No matter how I end it she will always know.Shes my chance of a lifetime.Let it be heard through this rhyme.Even if it takes all my life to to show it.Shell be the luckiest girl, she knows it.Once a lifetime chanceOne shot at one final dance.No one else could come close.Never shall I began to boast.Lovin her always.ALways givin her the love she wants.- Kennie -In The RainIn the rain I stand, allowin the tears from above to fall.Listenin to the cries that surround me, as they look upon the dead.
Sorrows continue to fill the sky as it rains more & more.As I walk around the casket as if nobody sees me moving.Wondering why they cry so much over the dead.Trying to talk to them to show them that they are away from all.Nobody seems to see me, nobody looks my way.As I start to shout nothing is changed, Its all still the same.Why dont they react as I start to panic thinking the worse.Thinking it was all a dream as I try to calm myself.I throw open the casket to see myself.In a shock I slammed it shut, not wanting to believe it.I look over my should to see the devil himself.I quickly spin around to see a bright light.Wonderin which am I goin to be placed upon.The next thing i know an angel appears before me.The angel is none other than *******, the love of my life.I run over to hug her as she whispers to me;"See baby, I told you wed be together forever"- Kennie -Fake Love******** met Ken on the internet one day.She enjoyed everythin he had to say.Two weeks later she went to a friends party.This is where she met up with an old friend named ****When Ken called her at the party she acted teh same.But it was as if she was scared to say his name.When the party ended she walked on home.Expecting to talk with Kennie on the phone.When she came home she wasnt alone.**** was with her, she forgot all about Kennie.When people asked about him the only thing she said was "who is he anyway"Her heart quickly turned cold to him.As she warmed up to **** one night.They turned on the TV much to there delight.A man found slain.Kennie was his name- Kennie -The CallCallin claimin your cell is brokenActin like you dont know me.Lay off the drugs youve been taken.When its clear to me your a dumb ass bitch.Who is lookin to find herself dead in a ditch.Call and act like you dont know who I be.Stand up, turn & run & count to three.Now you got a head start.Dont think your gonna get away.
When I catch you youll fear the day.Take a step back to see yourself in the grave.Runnin around all fake wantin to be brave.Its time to eliminate you from this world now.We have realized your an ugly fucking sow.No one cares bout you, no one will miss you.Till your in my trunk black & blue.Step away, run away.Dont look into the eyes of evil>- Kennie -Fake. Ass. BitchesTheres many of these F.A.B out there.Running your mind, tryinto get into my head.But once you enter you wish you were dead.The door to my mind only swings one way.You may enter but wont live to see the exit.Its about time you all entered for the final time.Get your name entered into at least one rhyme.If you can live to see the next day.Without any mental stress catching up to you.Then you deserve to be rewarded with more pain.Since thats all I am to you is a ego booster.Let yourself run rampid as you wish.Youll run into myself as you beg for the list.Warned & scorned you shall be.Light yourself on fire just for me.Put yourself through the pain you did to me.Now you can suffer more, just cause you must.- Kennie -No LoveCant write bout things I dont feel.While everyone around me is finding it, my heart is cold as steel.Never once has anyone loved me or told me so.Never once has anyone hugged me showing signs of love.They all turn a cold shoulder to me.Some dont think I see it in them but sadly I do.Theyre only out to make my life a living hell too.To spout my mind as they get my pen to write.Forever a part of my notebook, that lives in the night.Through my mind you tell me you felt sorry.Please quit boring me with the bullshit story.As much as I try to be what you want.It quickly becomes more clear to me.That your just lying to yourself.So be sure to leave me.I don’t need you, I never do.
My heart cold as steel, my heart black too.- Kennie -Pains MeIt pains me to see all those beautiful girls.Not bein able to talk to them or be withem makes me hurl.It gets me so down at times that I never know what to do.Im just a shut in tryin to make my way in the world like you to.Guess its just my imposing stature that has ya scared.To build upon it or not to who really cares.It pains me to be this way.Even though its constantly through out the day.Everytime I see a beautiful girl I feel like this.Theyre all hits when Im just a swing an a miss.Everyone around me I drag down.Sinkin ya so far youll be dead under the ground.Maybe I should get up an disappear.I know Im nothin more than a pain in the rear.What more do I need to say I cant describe the pain.Maybe I need a doctor to perscribed some anti-pain- Kennie -Explaining MeListen I know what its like to go through.Even though I have yet to be physically beaten black & blue.I know I havent gone through that physical trama.But Ive gone through alot of verbal shit to test my mental stanima.I know your just tryin to get to know me an perhaps even get close.Never did anyone attempt that without stabbin me in the back so they can boast.I know Im fucked up, Its something Ive delt with all my life.Some how I still continue to go on everyday with this so called life.I always have trouble unbottlin my emotions so they always are stuck.But I never know what to do, I always fade into the background.Since I hate bein the center of attention, its just me I know.I also dislike hanging out with groups of people, guess thats cause of my past.I know that Im always quiet, Im always yelled at by people.For sayin or doin the wrong thing, I mostly keep mysaelf away from others.Nothin but bad memories in the past is what things reflect.I dont know what more to say, this all seems like nothin.But its just stupid shit that have made me so fucked up.- Kennie -Tough TimesI know no life can be easy in this world so please dont give up.Although you maybe pregnant with an unwanted child, thanks me on the heads up.Tough times is never an easy thing to go through.I felt as if I had to write to release the pain in my stomach continues to drew.No idea at what it maybe, but I dont like it.Keepin me awake late at night thinkin bout nothin but you.
I hope you do come out to dinner with us itll do ya good.You may not like me for some reason but deep down ya should.Know that I cant stop thinkin bout you.Images flash through my mind of you gettin assaulted too.You may not know how I feel cause i probally dont got the courage.To show you what I have written.But if what I feel is love, than I was bitten.I dont know how you feel bout me, maybe Ill never know.But through these tough times Im here for you so.If you want to talk you got my number.Even though Im up late I cant help to wonder.As well as worry bout you, perhaps your my angel.Ive just been too stupid to see it till now.- Kennie -You On My MindNo matter what I do, no matter what I try.You are always on my mind most of the time.Even though Im scared to tell you cause of what your goin through.I just want nothin but the best for you.Although you may not get the chance to read this.Only cause my mind seems to be in an eternal bliss.I wish you nothin but the best.You can give me the rest.I don’t know if it means anythin to you that Im here.Its sometimes like Im lookin through a mirror.No matter how much I try I cant stop.The bad things from happening to you.The pain in my stomach continues to grow.With each devistating strike that life lands with each blow.With me waitin by my phones constantly for replies.Your the only thing it think of as time creeps by.Im sorry if Im not what you want.If Im not just please tell me.Once Im told Ill disappear into the night.Never to bug you anymore.- Kennie -What To DoNow I dont know what to do.It seems as if I have lost contact with you.Shall tonight even happen I dont know.As I sit here an write I feel things sink down low.Will you ever have a chance to read what I wrote.I hope, these are emotions from me so take note.What I write may not always rhyme, but I hope the words are here.Lossin contact with you is my worse fear.I know I have a hard time with emotions, expressinem and all.
But what can I say its perhaps one of my biggest down falls.Be it as it may, you havent left my mind since monday.Maybe Im too retarded not to see if anythin exsists.No matter how much I write bout you it always hurts.I know as I write this Im in pain.If you dont come tonight itll be nothin but the same.As of this moment I dont know what to do.Other than deep down I feel like sheddin tears over you.- Kennie -Tomorrow (April 22 2005)Tomorrow is the day in which i tell her how I feel.The anticipation got me worried that imma get shocked after a big deal.Too stupid to realize it till now, what will she say.Someone I can talk to an someone tryin to get through to me each day.Perhaps tonight is when I should tell her.No way in hell do I know what to expect.This is the first time for me to say somethin like this.Will response be positive like a kiss or negitive like a diss.No time like the present to find out as I just read.Apart of Jumpsteadys "The Chaos Theory" he states."Tell the girl how you feel, its a chance to add to your bookThe book in which youll come to see in the after life."So here goes nothing, positive = winIf somethin bad than, negitive = lossGot everythin to gain in this one.Nothin to loose expect part of my life.As itll be somethin thatll be in my book.But if begitive Ill want to forget.1 Chance1 Shot1 Time1 Girl- Kennie -Message SentWell now the message has been sent.We shall see if I end up regrettin.What I said, will she read it.Will she reply.Shes had a tough week.Her life lately has gone through alotta trama.I sit here on my bed awaitin drama.Good or bad is up to her.As for me Ive had nothin but bad.Which is really sad.Although many say you cant have bad all your life.It shall run out at sometime, so I might as well try.
If response is negitive I shall time time to heal.Itll make me realize what truly is real.Time shall say, but who knows she may not read it.- Kennie -Silent OneYeah I know I was the silent one.Sittin alone in my room while ya susposidly had fun.I know that when I was in school things werent easy.But ever since I dropped out you an him became breezy.Im the silent one who sits alone on the computer at night.Tryin to drown out aall that you shouted out at me in the verbal fight.What you dont see is how I was tryin to follow a dream.Even though you never could understand me, all you were towards me is mean.Everyday it was the samething day in an out.Wake up an fall asleep to the tone in ya shout.I still remain the silent one in this family till this day.But you dont see me around much anymore, never hear what I say.Always overlooked until you had a rough day at work.Complaining you would always have to come home an cook.I did what I had to do so I could drown the voices out.Found people online who did listen to me an wanted me out.Of the house an away from this mess.So over the next bunch of pages I shall confess.- Kennie KayozBlame Me.Go ahead an blame me, Im sue to it.Through all my life I keep gettin blamed for dumbshit.If you got a problem you can always blame.Me, the one whos taken the fall an knows this game.To me I know nothin different, Its all the same.Get mad, break somethin, blame ken, its that lame.Blame me, take your anger an frustrations out on me.Just set me up for the verbal abuse, count to three.One, Two, ThreeYou see how pathetic things are already.Yet you havent been in my shoes yet, are you ready.No confidence in me I wonder why.Most people who go through this die.Take there own lives byGunshot or knives.- Kennie KayozIn My RoomIn my room is where I spend most days.Sittin there in the dark in a daze.Hearin screams come from what goes on above.Verbal assault reins out, just like one got shoved.
The anger an loud noises that filled this house.It makes it really difficult to float around like a mouse.Everytime I leave my room, I hear screams looking for me.Why do they want me, what do they want me to see.The only time you want me out of my room is when people are over.So you can try to get me to drink so you have somethin to crab bout when Im sober.But I dont drink cause I dont need that.Just like I dont need gettin hit in the head with a bat.So now I sit here an write, somethin for you to deny.You dont want me back home, you wanna continue to blame me so try.I wont fall for that shit anymore.Dispite your best efforts to get me sore.- KennieSeperationPerhaps the family was strong.Before I came along.But growing up with things how they were.Made me see what it was like in a cult type family with her.The seperation of family always likin only certain members.No one ever seen that start to unravel things specially in september.I always knew I was the weakest link of that faimly chain.Guess thats why Im always blamed cause I get all the pain.No one ever wanted me around.If you had the time back ya woulda snuffed me an buried me into the ground.Even though it was a cult like family.You all were secretly against me.I never needed it spelt so clear.As I see it ever since your husband passd out from beer.I knew it was all cause of me.Ever since I moved out yall would never come to see me.Its like you think I gave you cancer.I guess its whichever you want to believe cause of her.- KennieTurnd Your BackEver since day one you have turnd your back.But I guess thats what you wanted from the start is to turn ya back.I knew I wasnt favored in the family.I could be the king of egypt you would tell me I could do better.You were never happy with what I did.But I guess if you turned to face me now.I wouldnt know how to handle it.Since all I have had was your back to see how cold life is.Ive lost all hope in what things were.Shotem out of my mind so quick theyre a blur.Now forever an ever you shall give the cold shoulder.I knew things couldnt get much bolder.
As you feel your high class.Cause ya always crabbed bout me sittin on my ass.I guess nothin more to say.Other than be sure to blame me since thats what keeps yougoin through the day.- KennieLock Me UpIf it was up to you, youd want to lock me up.For no reason just so you wouldnt have to deal with me.Maybe thats what you wanted from the start.Them to lock me up an poison my heart.Guess Ill never know till the end.Im always alone in this world without a single friend.You tell me you worry bout how Im growin up.You claim you worry to the point of throwin up.I never could understand you.One minute I could talk the next was Kennie who.Why didnt you just stop.If you didnt want me why did you go through that.If it was up to me Id end things.All that you would hear was the church bell ring.- KennieLeft BehindAll through my life I was left behind.People would only talk to me to be kind.But they really didnt care what I said.They all secretly wanted me dead.I knew from the first time you lashed in my direction.That I died on the inside with no sign of resurrection.Everytime I open my mouth you try to use that.Against me like I was sendin a curse from the black hat.Never shall I understand.I know I was left behind for a reason.Sun, Rain, Snow, no matter what season.If you walked in an I was layin there dead.You probally bounce a champangne cork off my head.So I hope your happy.Im so dead inside that my heart is cold & sappy.- KennieCast AwayI continue to be a cast away.If I was a dog Id be a stray.Strayin from the hurd since no one wants me round.Perhaps I should look at bein buried underground.Let the maggots eat my flesh.Be a fresh snack that only maggot females can catch.
I know Im not good enough for you people.Id be better off jumpin off the top of a steeple.The after life for me should be easy.Be better off sittin round bein sleazy.From here on out Im sittin in my room.Dressed in dark as Im your product of gloom.Its what you wanted.So call your friends an flaunt it.Your son is a loser.Your husband is a boozer.Guess it was never ment to be.I realized this when I was twenty three.- KennieYou Pray For Me.Now everyday you see me you always tell me that you pray.For me cause you wish I would better myself, you pray everyday.You never could understand my mind.You always wanted to take me to a psychologist all the time.I could always understand your obsession with Dr. Phil.He speaks nothin but the truth is the bullshit that you would spill.Guess thats what gets you through each an everyday if it helps do it.You never liked me writing cause it always against your will you shall regret.Till the day that I die I shall continue to write as you pray.Havin turned the whole family against me you should be proud.None of them ever talk to me or want me around.I never thought that I would grow up to be like this.But youll never see a word of anythin I write cause itd make you miss.Always jumpin to conclusions.Why dont you just beat me till I got contusions.Put me in a padded room in a asylum lik you want.I knew thats what you wanted ever since I took this bullshit job so dont front.Continue to pray for me though, maybe somethin will come of it.Since I know in everyones eyes Im not amountin to shit.- KennieArgumentsEveryday its the samethin you argue till I see that your better than me.Im the only one who goes through this outta all three.Of y our kids but I guess I was just a mistake.I should be layin inside of a draw as a birth control pill ya didnt take.You got all ya sisters an brothers an everyone behind you on this.If you found me dead one day would I really be missed.These arguments would happen everyday an last for hours on end.Then after your husband would try to act like hes my best friend.Trust me its not workin cause I hate him.The only friends he got are longnecks so let him confide in them.I now remain cold an heartless in which no one can love.
Always here an in the right place for anyone to shove.If someone did love me I wouldnt know how to act.Never been showin much love in my life an thats a fact.So how I write in hopes of feelin better.But I dont feel colder, never had a work emotional sweater.Cast me outside in the cold as you wish.As I use to sit in the darkness not wantin to flick on a light switch.- KennieNever Would Understand.You never would understand me if I took teht time.To explain myself even through any sort of rhyme.All you would do is get angry at me for some reason.Now thanks to that I got a cold heart in all four seasons.Livin outside of the house as I do now, you still do the same.I guess now I know why Im most likely insane.Never did you let me get away from all that.You crabbed bout everythin ever since I wore my hat on back.Words are the things you dont understand in which I speak.You twist it into what you wanna hear, what would I know Im a geek.No matter how you take what I say I have given up.Just like all the time you or he told me to shut up.Im sick of my life up to this point.Im happy as fuck I dont live in this joint.So take what I just said any way you want.Cause no matter what happens Ill be sure not to front.- KennieIts evident that death is due.Its due fo you to stop gettin things handed to you.Step up and do some good.Quit dissin me and try and make a name fo yourself in tha hood.Ive busted my ass to get this far.So quit tryin to ride my name like da fat bitch in tha car.When will people learn.Just as soon as I turn.Its time.To drop a rhyme.I have nothin more to say.But all yall who try to use me to make a name fo yo self are just so fuckdanyway.Kennie KayozNo RhymeI be a spittin some quick shit.More than other people can make a decent hit.I dont got time.I never have done a bad rhyme.Things just dont work out that way.
I may have lookd at my old stuff and turnd away.But its all a matter of time.Before I start spittin my old rhymez.Kennie KayozQuick SpitIm sure yall ready to die.Imma tie throw ya in an electric chair and watch ya fry.No way, no how you aint gonna survive this.Im gonna be turnin back to my old hits.They were more violent and I cant handle not bein that way.Im never gonna change, hell no there aint no way.Thiz be a quick lil spit.To help me get workin on my shit.Kennie KayozQuick Spit #2I be kickin some rhymes.All tha time.Day or night it dont matter.Throw yo bitch ass off the twentith floor and watch ya dead ass splatter.I just hit a writerz block.So fo now imma have new shit thatll be a shock.Kennie KayozThoughtzAnythin can happen at anytime.Walkin round tha house just spillin rhymezWho really knows whats gonna come of this.If I quit doin this would I be missd.No idea where to take this any more.Just cant get back to my old stuff.With all tha changes in my life its just been tough.Things happen unxpectedly but I guess Im like any preformer today.Im givin tha fanz a wide range of things to choose from.But yall can xpect me to get back to my old self sometime soon.Probally born again tha next moon.I thought this would never happen to me.I think I lost it, somethin gotta be wrong wit me.But who knows where this will take.I know fo sure I aint no fuckin fake.Kennie KayozNo TimeNever any time to shine.No time to rhyme.How the fuck will I go back to my old ways.So many things changed since those days.What the hell is next to happen.Am I gonna stop this all together now.
I made a promise to never quit it till im dead.I just cant get my old thoughts in my head.Fuck, nothin I cant belive this.Not a single thing like old not even a simple lil diss.Kennie KayozReturnd ?Slaughterin my victims all around town.People always wonderin why im always sportin a frown.Killin off everyone that steps in my way.No more these motha fuckaz tellin me to step back and put it away.Droppin dead bodies left and right to get rid of all thoze bitches.Tossin those dead bodies in ditches.Slittin flesh and throats just to watch the blood spill.All the murderous victims of the rest who will be killedKennie KayozAloneWhile others giving thanks on this day.I be posting up websites thatll be dawned in grey.The coldness of the skys float down to the ground.Circle around as if it had legs, or knew where to go.The days short, quick, silent just how I like them.The nights dark, silent & scary as the sounds of halloween happen.Weeks away, perhaps just another night.But horrofying thoughts float through my mind.House On Haunted Hill, be the thing that gets me ready early.Just a dose of the horrors for my mid to set on.Like the cold that seeps in the cracks.Be warned as the night of horrors await us all.This is how I be spendin my alone time.- Kennie Kayoz -No Bird DayPeople celebrate this day by eattin a bird.Today was the first of its kind that I spent alone, but not alone.I spent it in my mind as I continued to roam.Through out it wondering where I lost myselfl overthe years I really dont know.I shall always look upon these things.Over the last several years I changed the most.Lost touch with what use to be most.Important to me, now Im wandering in the ghosts.Of the Abyzz judgin my time.To see what is left and what I need to do.- Kennie Kayoz -Stroke Of 9The silence is broken by the ring of the phone.The voice on the phone sounds cold & dead.
After 3 breaths, I hear the voice say "Im Back"The line goes dead, as the phone gets hung up.Proposed the future of Coyotes Publishing.Now more stronger than ever.Things now are etched in blood.The stroke of 9 told it, so let the world behold it.Now is the time to buy.Coyotes Publishing now and forever.- Kennie Kayoz -ArgumentPlease note the stuff written in "italics" was said by a female who will renameanonymous."No I dont need to lighten up, I dont need to change. I like living in my own littlebubble.""Its what I want its who I want to be you cant change me."Suit yoself baby just remember whos the one who asked you, the name is Kennie.You think youve got it all figured out and your only 17, quit being so greedy.Ok, fine.... You think your fine the way you are.Im going to walk away, instead to try to get to know you."No, thats wrong. I can stay in my little bubble and accomplish anything that I want."Fuck you hoe, quit trying to tell me what you think I dont know.We all claim that we can live in a bubble and do what we want.But when it all comes down to this, you can have it your way as much as you want."Look I dont want to change.""Take me as I am."You can choose to live your life however you choose.But youll remember my name when you have to resort to booze.- Kennie Kayoz -Argument 2Please note the stuff written in "italics" was said by a female who will renameanonymous."You want me to change and let you joke around with things that will get me in trouble,and letyou see my anytime anyway you want too.... not gonna happen, I wont be your fuckingwhore....okay ?"I never wanted a whore, all ya need to do is relax.You need to change thats all, quit acting like ya shit dont stink.Thats why Im walking away, you need to sit down and think.The little girl in her own little bubbly world, let me pop that bubble to show you whatsreal.The sounds of thunder will pass over as no one can believe the change.I know what your thinking and my mind is twice as deranged."Yes damn it I can too stay in my bubble and the world will go just great with me.""People like me the way I am and Im not going to change just cause you want me to."Go ahead then, stay in your little bubbly world as the bubble girl.
Ill just spin ya ass enough to make ya hurl.- Kennie Kayoz -Cant Reach MeIf I told you once Ive told you a million times.You cant reach me, I told you plain now I tell you in a rhyme.You have to pick everything apart until your happy with the result.Sounds to me your more fucked up than a suicide cult.Just let it be the way things are, walk away and dont look back.You talent less want to be bitch, let me be the first to stab you in the back.For sure now you can pick this apart.Im through with explaining myself, you cant handle what I have to say.I dont need you or any other female in my fucking life, Im fine from this very day.Continue to run your mouth, see if I care.I dont sweat that shit, your just another bitch hanging off my nut hair.The first page of your book is whack as fuck.Trying to become something your not, not just pathetic but you just suck.Face it some people have talent, some can relate.When you see me online be sure to bitch, the arguments will reach up to eight.- Kennie Kayoz -Get Out Of My HeadPlease get out of my head.Nothing else works then Im better off dead.The thoughts of you drive me nuts at the worse possible times.Why do I have to constantly write these rhymes.It dont help it only makes things worse.I wish Id know the secret of getting you out of my head.I think its more of a disease than anything else.Please allow me to find the key.Ive tried it all, only you know what it can be.- Kennie Kayoz -Get Out Of My MindNo matter what I do.When I blink I see images of you.Sitting and looking all perfectly sexy as you do.Would you please get out of my mind.If it wasnt for you I would be fine.I just think things would go better for me if you werent there each time I blinked.Which then sends sparks to my brain forcing me to think.Think of you, nothing else, nothing more, nothing less.Nothing, Nobody, Not a thing.Can make you go away from my psyche.Its like your image is imprinted in my brain.Anytime a little flicker of an idea strikes up it rains your name.Static electricity striking down upon my thoughts.Burning your name deep into my brain.Please let it get out of my mind.
Let me go back to being sane.- Kennie Kayoz -Heather Is TalentlessLets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.Kennie got the scoop from the little yahoo chat, shes bobbin for dicks from anyone whowantstheres sucked.The bitch is whack as fuck, just like the bullshit you write.I tried to help out but just a quick another dick gets slammed in her mouth.A quick shot in and out, as I sprayed her from the tip all around her lips.... holy shit.Practicing to be a church girl, Ive never seen a church girls tongue do the swirl.But I know ya gotta make that buck girl.....gotta make a quick buck dont ya girl.Lets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.A slut who talks dick mouth fluent, tell me how many guys you plan on screwin.You want more dick in your hands than I roll joints, when ya site consist of postedbullshit ratherthen top dollar writes.Better snort some cum, be removed bitch..... your done.Your ass was nothin more than a cushion to push on.Heather was crazy for cock like she had rabies.Stand back shes the one who can show ya ladies.Lets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.Lip shit, this is a true diss right on you bitch.Come near me and Ill smack the shit outta you bitch.Careful Ken its your dick that she wants to attack.Heather you should pay attention to the shit you say instead of running off at the mouthbout meKENNIE KAYOZ.By the way the first page of your book is whack.Its your poetry Ken thats at the libraries all at the back.Specially in columbine with blood splats on them.No hoes strip but I know I went too far when you would call me names as you got nakedon cam.Then ya told me you loved me twenty minutes later, I knew that shit was a fucking scam.It reminds me of something you once said "Would you miss me if I was dead"This was written cause you provoke me, Ya dont need no suicidal bitch on yo green.Even though she wants my dick to be poken in her cheek.Only after she wants to marry ya so she can have half your green in only one week.Lets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.
That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.Lip shit, this is a true diss right on you bitch.Come near me and Ill smack the shit outta you bitch.Careful Ken its your dick that she wants to attack.I wanna fuck that girl.Lets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.Lets talk bout that bitch whos sucked everyones dick from my clique all through theinternet.That same bitch Heather who is talentless, talentless.- Kennie Kayoz -Italics were donated by Mac Nifty, This was inspired by the song done by Mac Niftyentitled"Shortkutt Is TalentlessTo Heather, From Kennie, Through My PenIve never been this mad before.When I get through with you, youll feel likeYour tits got slammed in a door.Why are you still begging me for more?Im about to go to the store,Get drunk, come back, andShoot you in the head with my magnum four-four,Pick up your body and,Throw it in the back of my 78 Ford and,Drive you to the city morgue, butNot before fucking you one last time on the cold tile floor,Just to remind myself of what a big whore you were.Remember when you fucked my best friend in the back of my car?Or the time when you got on your knees,For a stranger,In the bathroom of the local dive bar?But the worst thing you did so far,Was rip the heart straight out of my chest,Now there are only,Painful memories left,Youll haunt me even in Death,Damn it youre such a pest.Youve left me forever,In eternal unrest,Everyday regretting the moment we met,A moment Ill never forget,But always detest.Vampire JoshuaGonna Get CaughtI know were gonna get caught it’s only a matter of time.
Even though we didn’t do shit, theres always speculations.Naked under the covers is what they presume.Even though nothing happened we continue to resume.To the state that we take.Makin people jealous, drivin people irate.What they be missin is the true puzzle piece.I know we gonna get caught.My parents will bitch till they feel a lesson is taught.But they don’t know what really goes on.No matter how much I say they won’t listen to rea-son.I know we gonna get caught.They the argument will inflame as any previous things we have fought.Just lookin deep into her eyes complete with passion.It’ll be my hopes an dreams my parents look at mashin.I know deep down nothing will keep us apart.We’re stuck together as if we’re married.It’ll happen an it’ll turn people contrary.I need to get her out of that house.It’s no place for her to live when she’s quiet as a mouse.She can’t speak up when she’s bein held down.By her own two parents suffocatin her on the ground.A lot letting the girl to grow an have a life.They’ll be pissd when she becomes my wife.Kennie KayozStarvinIt’s 216am I’m sittin here listenin to my gut rumblin.I’m too stupid to do my own grocery shoppin.At times I hope it gets the best of me.Than Crystal looks at me.At that point I know I gotta continue to live.As I start to feel like I have a lot to give.Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right.But I can see my reflection in her emerald sight.She’s the only thing that means anything to me.Jus take a look at her pic you’ll see what I mean.But me still hungry as hell, no food of mine in the house.Guess this place is also a bad place for someone quiet as a mouse.We’re both too shy to say anything.That’s why we both turnd to writin.Maybe it’s the best way to find our voices.We both wanna be rich, so she can drive me in a rolls royces.Growin up in low class towns.Always getting verbally beat down.Just letting the anger build up as the food drops low.Always been looked at as the one whose slow.But don’t cross my path through the pen.
Cause I know you’ll be fearin the man named KenKennie Kayoz252Its 252 co-hostin radio that reps the hatchet.Although ya won’t hear my vouice so don’t fret wit it.Just dropping lists of songs for the DJ to play.To help get’em listeners to turn it up an out.But no one drippin requests an I’m almost out.Devil hostin be supporting this station so gotta help anytime.So hit’em up sometime.HatchetRadio.comDrop a request to hear ya favorite song.At this time you won’t hear nothing by me.Perhaps in the future, you’ll just have to wait an see.I’m sure I could get my shit up on it.But compared to what they be playin I sound like shit.They like playin all pro sounded quality tracks.They be sellin like crazy on’em HMV racks.If it sounds good they’ll play it.Request my shit, see what they say to it.It’s 252 am I’m still wide awake.My girls at work fallin asleep for shit sake.She be dropping by in a few hours.I should put the pen down an get under’em covers.Catch some sleep.Since when she gets here she’ll wake me no matter how deep.- Kennie Kayoz -FailedI’m not lookin forward to the big project cause I failed.Watchin my dreams fall to the ground like hail.Bouncin only for a second.To get a little reaction.Tryin to do something big.Failure hit me like a big rig.But we’ll see what the future holds.I got plenty more ideas to mold.Y’all can claim this all be stolen.But ya jaws are already frozen.Never knowin what’ll be next from my pen.Hangin on every bit that is signed by Ken.So continue to hang on my every word.Cause in the future you won’t want to second guess what ya have heard.The news will be fast an furious.That’ll be leavin all of ya’ll curious.So the first big project I may have failed.But you’ll never catch me bout to bail.
I’ll stick with my ideas to the end.No matter how many failures or rejections that’ll be send.My way it don’t matter.Cause wit a few words things will skatter.Kennie KayozBack In A HospitalLas time I was in one, to see my grandpa.But the waitin room was the only thing I saw.I couldn’t bring myself to see him all hooked up to machines.Everythin from beeps, oxygen an some vaccines.My hospital memories aren’t the best.But I tend to forget bout’em like the rest.Of the bad things that have happened in my life.Now I’m back here to give support for my wife.While she goes to talk to a doctor.I sit an wait in the rook just for that as I write.Never worryin bout anything that isn’t spelt right.Hopin things go good for her an it’ll just be talking.Since I know she’s in no mood for anythin else or she’d be walkin.I never liked goin to the doctors, perhaps thats why I haven’t gone.Kennie KayozIf I Were…If I were a mouse I’d already be dead.Not cause the age but cause I’ve been rejected by society.I’d find my own dark corner an go an die.I’m sure that my carcus would still be rottin near by.It’d just be hallowed out by some maggots who feast.Later Covered but urine an other forms of waste over the weeks.I’d continue to lay still as if I was sleepin.When my funeral came around no one be weaping.I’d just continue to be rejected no matter how many chances I had.The carcuses would continue to pile up but the name wouldn’t go into anyones head.If I were a mouse I’d be livin it up in heaven.A low class mouse would mean a high class heaven.In heaven is where I would really shine.Never thinking bout pushin rewind.Kennie KayozAffected By The Past.No matter what I do anymore thoughts of the past appear.At times I wish they’d leave my mind cause I know they’re sincere.People tell me to get over it an move on.Similar things have been poppin up since 99.Bullied, harassed, taken advantage of.Only difference now is that I’m in love.Similar things affected my girl whose gone through’em too.Sometimes we talk things like that come up till we clue.
Into what’s going on, an we change the subject.Since emotions are subject to change.Only cause we’re both mentally deranged.Havin gone through what we have would mess anyone up for the rest of there lives.The same girl I be talking bout is my future wife.We’ve been affected by similar pasts.Which at times I’m still surprised that I’m here.When back then I’ve thought bout leavin a note startin with dear….If you understand then your one step ahead of the rest.But we’re still affected by the pest.Known as the past.Kennie KayozCrash –N- BurnCrashAll systems failed.My hopes dropping outta the sky like hail.Bugs in my computer causin issues.It be stressing me out so much I need tissues.To wipe the blood off my knuckles from puchin the screen.Getting too worked up wantin me to scream.Even though it wouldn’t do any good.But perhaps I still should.-n- BurnThe fire inside me has never burned brighter.Even though my writin has become a lot lighter.Compared to what it use to be in the past.The thoughts in my mind would make anyone gasp.Sometimes I feel I should be nailed to the cross to roast.The scent of burnt flesh would be smelled from coast to coast.Kennie Kayoz- Stressin -I’m mentally stressed the fuck on out as of late.My brains been getting things inside of it to make the rest of me irate.Too many questions not enough answers, isn’t that always the problem.The questions got me stressing.The answers got my head spinnin.Who knows what the answer maybe.I wish someone was here to save me.I never know what to do as of late anymore.If too much thinking can make ya head sore.Then I should be really sore cause I know I’m over thinking.Glad I don’t drink otherwise I’d probably drown’em in drinkin.Never really knew what I should be doin anymore.Why do I think too much it just leads me to stressin.Stressin is what I’m doin now.The worse thing I could be doin some how.
Wish this would all stop for once.Otherwise I may resort to drinkin ounce per ounce.Kennie KayozMind ProblemsToo many problems in this house are causing congestion to the mind.Loosing myself in the bullshit of the house rather than in my shine.Why does these things have to always happen to me.When will these things allow me to set myself free.Stuck between a rock and a hard place forever and ever.Displacing my problems in the cloud of dust behind me.Hopefully thatll set my mind free.Never Ever have I felt as shitty as I do now.Being forced to do everything, making nothing fun anymore.KJ AbyzzLifeRunning from the terror that lives amongst the house in which they came to beborn.Screaming children, wanting to be with a family of love not one thats torn.Scorching of the sun from the never ending desire of death.Writing whichever comes across my mind till my final breath.Running through the streets away from my fears.Toting nothing more than lyrics on my brain.Getting soaked from head to toe from the blast of rain.Life is fun no more when you get threatened to do everything that is expected ofyou.Sometimes you have to do what you have to do to remain from becoming blackand blue.KJ AbyzzNever Will Change.Im still the same kid I was inside of me when I was born.Still deprived of everything that I have wanted since the moment I was torn.Things havent gotten any better in the twenty two years.The jackass who claims hes my father continues to drown himself in beers.All the rest of the family is still the same and theyre never going to change.No matter what happens to any of them or to me they never will change for thebetter.They are all out to make my life difficult while they talk down about me.Who would have thought that I would be stuck with this family.KJ AbyzzThe Unwanted FamilyWhy is my family always unwanted.9 Different cages7 Cages with mice in them.2 With hamsters.The one who I’m suppose to call mother won’t let me bring them to her place.
But yet she wants me to be there and be happy as well to help.To stay happy I need the family cause they’ve been there for me.But of course she don’t care, just like she don’t care about me.I don’t want to move back cause the family can’t come as she don’t want them.If she don’t want them then she don’t need me back.On the street is my future.I knew that was my fait back in the day when my mom got mad.But now all she does is argue with me, no matter what gets said.The Unwanted Family is just like me.I’m unwanted too.- Kennie Kayoz -Letters Of Depression #1I can’t drastically change my life anymore.I’ve grown old, bitter & sore.I don’t want to be alone.The emptiness has gotten to me already.I never know what I’m going to do tomorrow.I never know what to do today.My life got drastically changed twice in less than a year.I can’t stand this, I can’t go on like this.It’s always been changing for the worse.It’s never been changing for the better.For once I wish it would change to benefit me an not hurt me…- Kennie Kayoz -Deep DepressionHurting me is perhaps the only way around this.Show that I can’t go on like this and that I must look for a guiding light.No more of lifes struggles or the eternal fight.The pain in my mind continues to be an eternal freight.To listen to the dark voices inside my head.Continue to picture myself in a casket dead.The deep depression has gotten to me numerous times through out my life.I wonder if I’d ever beable to find a wife.The depression got me doubting everything around me.I never thought I would go back to this deep depression.I don’t even want to think about what lays beyond this deep depression for me.I just don’t want to ….- Kennie Kayoz -Hurting MyselfI continue to proceed to hurt myself.Both internally an externally, no matter what it takes.I know I’m down now and got to remain this way.I shall continue to hold this above me.Never again shall I be full of happy an glee.That just wouldn’t be me…That would be someone else to beable to bounce back.
I have been given enough flak.About everything from hair, looks to music.It’s gotten to the point that it has made me sick.- Kennie Kayoz -Just Want It To EndI just want all this shit to end.I want to move an keep everyone of my friends.But I know by the time all this does end.I won’t have a single friend.The family will be no longer.An I shall not be any stronger.Everyone wants me to live the lives they want.No one wants me to be any different than them.No matter how hard I try they want me to do what they want.Why is it that they won’t let me be me.I just want all this shit to end.I just want to remain with all my furry friends.- Kennie Kayoz -BitchnezzBitchnezz is a bitch who always gets in your business.Get that bitchnezz away from me and tell her to quit screaming.Shes all different now that she doesnt want to have anything to do with me.Cant even talk to her anymore, cant even say hello.Dont waste my time, just anger being squeezed off through a rhyme.This bitchnezz has gotten on my last nerve.If it was baseball shed be the final swift curve.- Kennie Kayoz -Cold Hard CashCold Hard Cash is what we all live for.It runs our lives or makes us sleep on the floor.Must help finance the ones who are underground.Mainstream dont got shit on people like me with sonic sound.Blasting off rhymes quicker than the 50 year old.Putting everything on the line just hoping one little book will get sold.The Cold Hard Cash lives in my pocket.Blastin off to my brain like a rocket.No one ever expects the types of things I type.Thats why I use to call the lost treasures... hype.They could be considered both and yall know it too.Lyrically minded with the psychotic edge over you.Land your Cold Hard Cash in my hand.Come to live with me on my land.The pain an suffering is no more.Face down in a pool of blood washed up on shore.Is where poetry would be without the likes of me.
So quit gawking and come help rep the COYOTE.- Kennie Kayoz -InconvenienceAn Inconvenience to everyone, maybe I should leave everyone to be.Nobody seems to care what happens to someone like me.Hidden in the dark, away from the light.Easy target when anyone wants to fight.Allot to complain about when he doesnt stand up for himself.Nothing is said back, just walks on as if I was a ghost.Watching people lay around drunk taking cheap shots at me while they boast.Who am I, nobody but an easy target.Why is this, just cause Im quiet and dont respond.If I died would anyone remember me.If I got sentenced to life would anyone come to visit me.They probably wouldnt even throw me in jail.No one would want to pay any kind of bail.To let me stay out in the world would just be easy.Just let me live in the darkness, dont waste your time with someone such as me.You have criminals strolling the streets who need the jails worse than I.Just an inconvenience, to yall.Dont let the poetic world fall.- Kennie Kayoz -Im Too NiceIm too nice to all the wrong people.The ones who want to use and abuse me are the ones I think I can trust.They look so innocent at the begining but they walk all over me and treat me like shit.Why does this always happen to me, now I have problems trusting people.People who think theyre my friends have always told me I need professional help.But why bother, I know what my problems are and I know how to solve them.Trusting people is what Im bad at.Tell me off, get it out of your system.Its only a matter of time before you have had enough.Im too nice.Why am I like this.Trusting the wrong people, never learning.Never knowing who to trust.Never knowing who to walk from.Always in it 100%, never walk half way when I think things look worse.I have to stay in till things are so hopeless it gets me depressed.What made me like this.Trust.Whats my cure.Trust.What cant I do.Trust.Whats next for someone like me as I sit here and tell the world I cant trust anyone.
Growing old, dying alone and living single.Trust.The downfall of me, which I have just admitted publicly.- Kennie Kayoz -Iggy YouI should Iggy You.Block you from the list and forget about you.Ban you from ever saying hi to me again.Blacklist you like the bitch you shall become.Never again seen by the poetic world.You shall become a dot in the past.Shall be a dot in the past of all not only me.I shall make your name mean nothing.Alot more where that came from.Alot more left than you can believe.Trust me as I tell you, dont turn your back to me.They dont call me the poetic horrorcore master for nothing.- Kennie Kayoz -Talent Less BitchBitch you aint nothing but TALENT LESS.Quit saying you love me when its not even close to true.Your just using me to publish your book since your only 17, sucks to be you.When will you learn you cant bullshit your way through life.Writing about death to kids, when your life should be ended by the knife.Stand back and watch the poetic horrorcore masta rip and tear.Starting with that long brown hair of yours I rip it out of your skull.Cutting off the last few strands with the blade that is rusty an dull.Punch ya head as I get done, had enough of you.Sit there and bleed on the floor, thats whats best to do.Stay there till your life fades from your body.I could give a fuck less what more you do.As your body becomes cold.Maybe youll realize how much you have souled.Your soul to the man who runs Coyotes Publishing.So leave now and never return.As I hold your ashes in this golden urn.Ill see you through your hell and back.Just remember whos the one who stabbed you bitch, right in the back.- Kennie Kayoz -ResurrectionThe time is near for the resurrection to take place.Its time for yall to see the wicked look of evilness on my face.Voodoo chants I speak as the evil falls from the sky above.Watching people waiting in lines just takes one shove.The violence in this world continues to erupt like a cesspool of hate.Hitlers birthday now marks two very special dates.
Perhaps its time to unleash some evilness of my own.The resurrection of Skull Masta, its about time to take back my throne.Dark skies above unleash your hell as you have times before.Dark skies above unleash your hell has you have times before.Dark skies above unleash your hell as you have times before.The clouds form above my head as the swirl around like a tornado.The tornado of all evilness shall grant me one last time as I step forth from this grave.Its my only time to step back from this grave and show yall what I have saved.The Resurrection of Skull Masta is close.You Have Been Warned.- Skull Masta -QuietIm nothing to this world.Death came to me at birth.A loser from the beginning,Never to be acknowledgedalways to be ignored.I could never matterand Ill always be quiet.To speak is just more painbecause no one could hearfor how can I be heardif Ive never truly existed.A prisoner of my own mindSentenced to life without parole.Dead at birth.A loser from day one.Im nothing.- The Vampire Joshua -QuietIm nothing to this world.Death came to me at birth.A loser from the beginning,Never to be acknowledgedalways to be ignored.I could never matterand Ill always be quiet.To speak is just more painbecause no one could hearfor how can I be heardif Ive never truly existed.A prisoner of my own mindSentenced to life without parole.Dead at birth.A loser from day one.Im nothing.
Were nobody poets.Ignored by the old wannabes.Who take months to finish one piece.Never acknowledged by the ones who claim theyre top.Ignored and pushed aside for the next old fuck up.Quiet an Shy is what I was in school.My poetry gave me a voice.A voice to cause controversy.A voice to rattle your cage with devastation.Speaking out loud is nothing more than a waste of time.Id rather put that into poetry to make a quick rhyme.Trapped in my own mind, shouting to let me out.Silence is all I hear, nothing more than a whisper to your ear.Silence is what yall want.As I hang from the post above my bed.Forced to be silent from this body, since now I am dead.- The Vampire Joshua (Verse #1) -- Kennie Kayoz (Verse #2) -Father FigureThe below italic text is what inspired me to write this, my own father said this about oneof myUncles and his Son.Well he should go to the races with his son, his son wants him to cause its a father andson thingthat they both enjoy it, Im sure if this keeps up the son will tell his father dont worryabout it, hesruining the father, son relationship.Like your one to talk claiming that others are ruining there relationships with there sons.When you push away your youngest and bring forth your oldest, whos calling the shotsfor thefun.Certainly you enjoy holding me back telling me I have no life.Look whos talking one who drinks himself stupid when your at the cottage with yourwife.No matter what you say or do I can see right through you.Claiming you know whats best for others, you only think you do.No way in hell do you see whats going on.If people arent like you then you want nothing to do with them.You refuse to say anything good to my face.As soon as I do something wrong you start spraying it like mace.I feel like those kids did who were locked in cages.I havent seen the day light in ages.Tied up with your words that you speak.Just cause I sit in front of a computer, you call me a geek.Little do you know the intelligence that flows through my brain.More thoughts go through mine than drops from last nights rain.
- Kennie Kayoz -Your HouseIt is your house that I see perched upon the hill raised higher than the rest of them.Your children playing inside as you have them locked up away from the evils who dothem harm.As I perch upon the ledge that can barely hold my weight I sit and watch you and yourkids play.What you dont understand is what you would fear if you only knew.I stare blankly at you as you continue to play with your kid unnoticed that Im around.As I creep closer to the front door I see you havent moved since you havent heard asound.The door creeps open as you continue to play unnoticed of the evil that have just entered.As I creep around the house unnoticed like a ghost of the dead I see your daughter layingin bed.I walk around her as I still become unnoticed moving around without a sound to wakeher.The smile upon her face as she sleeps trying to hide the darkness that are her sheets.We all know she has something to hide.Just like you, have rules that you have to abide.Still moving slowly upon the wall I see a crucifix hung.Below it is where I see a little memorial for your mom.I creep out of your room and down the hall.Be careful of the toys I dont want to fall.I slowly watch your child play.Hoping that I will come back some day.My ghostly image enters the room that you have bored up.Seeing nothing but darkness inside, all the windows are covered up.A crack of light comes through the window as the sun raises.It scans across the room only to come across my dead faces.There I lay dead in a heap.Hoping that sometime maybe we will meet.In the afterlife is what I look for.As the mist that is me began to sinks into the blood on the floor.The last place I got to visit.Seeing everyone so happy and young, Im not even missed.So this is what life has chose for me.To die from the shots labeled 3.- Kennie Kayoz The Neighborhood Stalker-Canadas Birthday137 years ago this day Canada celebrated its very first birthday.But today on the 137th year they never realized what kind of chaos things would bring.Just after the election to make Canada a better place a boy sits.The boy sits with darkness upon his mind.His mind open to the world like a loaded gun aimed at an innocent female.Innocent female begs for her life as we are lied to by some jackass.Jackass in a suit telling us how hell make things better for everyone.
Everyone buys into it and casts there vote to name him the head of the country.Country full of devastation in which no one wishes to do any good with but to do harm.Harm the country as you harm yourself each night with the razor blade or knife.Knife deep into a persons back just so you can gain a short measure of revenge oversomeone.Someone watching you from the dark, its not anyone its just me the Neighbor HoodStalker.Stalking each movement that you make as you claim that you dont know what yourdoing.Im just here waiting until you fall down to the cold hard ground.Ground surrounding you as your about six feet deep into it wondering what has come ofyou.You have no idea what the fuck else you want to do but the boy still sits in the darkness.Darkness awaiting till the perfect day to reveal to you an explosion of hate all upon you.You release the violence into this world as if you were to sit and pull the plug on yourown life.Life beyond death is what everyone is afraid of, nobody knows what waits for them at theend.End of the day the boy still sits amongst the darkness as he awaits to unleash someseriousterror.Terror upon the world like nobody has yet to see.See what you have made me do, now sit back and wait for this terror to be shown to you.- Kennie Kayoz -Black RainbowI am the black rainbow which overshadows all of the good in the world.Raining down upon you with nothing but grief and sorrow.Thanks to all you Aunts and Uncles who keep trying to put a ball on my nose to impressyou.What you all dont understand is my heart is cold dark and sadistically blue.Thanks for letting me see the real fucking world without the bitter end inside of me.I cant wait to see this world get to the bitter end.War, Disease, Aids, Cancer & Death.What is your choice for your last breath.The black rainbow is inside of you now.To tamper with your emotions until the day you fall.I want nothing more than a HATEOLOUTION.SO YOU WILL ALL KNOW HOW THE FUCK I FEEL.TIME TO STAND UP AND GET THE GUNS, THIS IS GOING TO BE REAL.BLAST IN THE SCHOOLSBLOW AWAY WHATS COOL.EVEN IF IT DOES MEAN YOU !!!I am the black rainbow that is the hate inside of you.Let the hate and anger explode inside of your body so you and I will be one and together.- Kennie Kayoz -Gazing At You
I could sit here all night.Continuing to write.Bout the beauty Im watching on cam.Wishing I was at the altar holding her hand.When its all said an done.Im glad Im her only one.- Kennie Kayoz -Never AgainNever again shall I look at your image on your site.Never again shall I look upon you with the word might.It is the past that has made me this way.The horrific nights and gory days.Never again shall I look at such beauty.Never again shall I.This is just the way has to be.Looking at someone like you depresses the living fuck out of me.Why should I put myself through that.Just hit me in the head hard with a baseball bat.Put me out of my misery dont let me be this way any longer.The look upon your face so happy and bright.Here I sit hidden from all the light.Never again do I want to look at such beauty like you.I dont even know you in person so dont let me go through this pain.Allow me to do what I can to keep me from going insane.Liz why do you have to be so damn hot.Everyone wants you and I know I dont stand a shot.I toss in my towel now as I know things are as grim as they can be.From this day forward Ill forever quit dreaming of you being with me- Kennie Kayoz -The female who I wrote this about is none other than the valet known as VJ Love.her website is: MyValentina.comif you wish to tell her about this piece of poetry her email addy is: Sandinmpw@aol.comWake Me Up To Save MeWake me up to save me, I dislike being depressed.Even though you wouldnt know from meetin me, my emotions have always beensurpressed.Shall anyone ever know how I really feel.Its amazing the fact you can walk through the valley of shadow an death.Never knowing if you really have given it your all time best.Bein frightend of the pill that could make one change.Rather than the self explanitory thoughts of the derranged.Wake me up to save me, is it you who can wake me or not.Do you really want to save me from the depths below or not.I never know who may have the chance to save me, no one has yet to step up.Although Im the quiet shy kid who always seems to be told to shut up.I know I cant wake up, so you cant save me.
When all else fails close your eyes an count to three......- Kennie Kayoz -Too Hot To ImagineSo my homie KJ dropped me a line.Everythin started off all fine.Till he found out his poem got yanked.Realizin hed never be ranked.Surpassing the limits of AD.comHe decided to post bout it up on SDP.comNever knew that hed be like a rapper.With people trashin his shit quicker than toilet paper in a crapper.So KJ formed the idea in his head.That to him AD.com is technically dead.To create Too Hot TO Imagine.Would be truly evil as sin.Since one was rejected, the others would follow suit.Keepin those poems off of AD.com as his vengeance pursuit.So be on the look out for the press release.Inless AD.com pronounces my account discease.Then check SilverDragonPublishing.comCause there he knows he cant do no wrong.- Kennie Kayoz -Tragedy / State Of LifeWelcome to the worlds tragedy or is it a state of life.Just like turnin on the news to the point of some dick beatin the shit outta his wife.While the world gets smoked with the 3rd hurricane.Not to mention were still cleanin up all the slain.From the first two that have hit.Why dont we admit that the world is gettin torn to shit.Things are no longer a tragedy theyre a state of life.Guys grab your box of tissues for your wife.Shell need them when it comes Sunday as she turns on the TV.If you dont know what I mean go grab a fuckin calendar youll see.The Tragedies are becoming so annoying that theyre more of a hiccup.Just as regular as a store clerk havin to deal with a stick up.Why is it that you need to see these types of things in the news.So that you can worry about another soul you never knew, or so you can continue to singthe blues.Who gives a fuck, I sure dont.If something happened to me would you care, I know you wont.There is only so much Tragedy that one can with stand.Before anythin else that happens becomes all bland.So who is going to be next when it comes to writing about Sept 11th or the hurricane.Spare your words its all the same.- Kennie Kayoz -H2X Aftermath
Katrina came to eliminate lives as we know it.Little did people do to help evacuate it.Now with thousands dead.Water flowin over everyones head.The clean up crew has just begun.Now when you have to walk the streets ya gotta carry a gun.But the terror is far from over.Just take a glance over your left shoulder.If you dont see it your about to.Itd be Ophelia hurricane number two.Just when you thought it was all said an done.Now for more victims to rise up.Lets talk about all the fun.Lemme sit back an take you through the mind of the cane.No mind, no heart, no soul.... Just pure torture an pain.Perhaps it knows what its doing.But no one really knows, if they did wed all think theyd be foolin.The hurrilypse has just started to make us suffer.With the thousands dead did it make your emotions any tougher.You can blame who you want on this one as far as I can see.Im sure whoever you blame wont give two shits, cause he dont care bout me.So fuck the hurricane.Let it send the torture an pain.The unstoppable force that you see on the news.Will have all you lil poets sigin its blues.I dont care if thousands have died.I have my own fuckin problems rather than keepin my thoughts tied.Up in anythin that isnt a concern.To me cause this is the year of the cane weve had one an two now its three.So take it how you want as far as Im concerned.I bet at this time most of you wish I wasnt even born.Bet yall want to say it but now your torn.The terror an havic from H2X.Will have throats slit an knives stabbed in ya backs.- Kennie Kayoz -Quit That Nice ShitLook at you just walk into my house as youve trampled up in my mind so many manytimes.Now that you have played your nice little game you are about to become a victim in oneof my Eviltry rhymes.Ever since the start Ive been known to get all quiet on you.But never shall you realize that it was caused because of you.I never could see what the hell was happening till I seen it happen this very day.No more do I have to listen to a single fucking word that you say.From what I see before me.Is my anger just slowly flowing free.
Now you cant look into my eyes.Since I just grabbed you from behind.Quit that nice shit I know what your tryin to do.Ever since the start, Ive pulled on that rope till you turned blue.Now you have seen inside.Does that make you feel alright.So quit that nice shit the next time you see me.Since the only thing you two do is help the anger flow free.- KJ Abyzz -Spinninis it my head or is it the house thats spinnin.feel like im in the washin machine with all the linnin.As I sit up the cycle begins.Or is it in my mind that the psycho is in.I lay back down an close my eyes it seems to stop.Just till I get enough courage to sit on up.Once agains spinnin.Cant keep up with the thoughts upon my mind to find out whos winnin.Time for more sleep perhaps itll be better later.Still spinnin like house of dreams an the only way out is through the gator.Oh shit I feel like throwin up.When I finally make it to the bathroom nothin happens.I sit there an sweat just pours off of me.I close my eyes to see what Id see, darkness pure darkness.The spinnin stops till they open.I bounce my way back to my room like a fuckin ball durin pinball.finally get into bed, where the spinnin susposily stops.I lay there awake for hours as it looks like it stops till I sit up.Once again I have the urge to throw up.This goes on for hours till I finally fall asleep.I wake up at 7:30pm where it seems to be over as I slowly get out of bed and head to thekitchen for some crackers to settle the stomach thats been buggin me.I now sit here an type this hopin the feelin is gone.- Kennie Kayoz -Heartless Hurricane... Heartless ...[News Brief]New Orleans hurricane katrina seems to be the favorite of the news killin off thousands.This hurricane certainly couldnt have been expected anymore than it did..... I lost everything[end of News Brief]It roared in with cold dark waves.Turnin dead bodies into lifeless slaves.Murderin like a mutha fucka.It ruined lives like a school shootin sucka.It went on out an killed people.
As everyone is runnin for cover under the highest steeple.Follow the hurricane as you flick on the news at night.Watch the terror as you become frozen in fright.Wicked winds tore through the state.Leavin people angry an irrate.It tore through houses like a psychotic savage.Leavin nothin for people to salvage.Bout a few thousand people dead.Now the lootin be trompin all over what the innocents have said.Follow the hurricane as you flick on the news at night.Watch the terror as you become frozen in fright.Wicked winds tore through the state.Leavin people angry an irrate.......heartless ............heartless ......the horror of the hurricane.- Kennie Kayoz -Full Moon EffectLook up in the night sky as you see the full moon.If you havent realized it already youll see your friends an family change real soon.Youll even notice it effect you.From gettin good night sleeps to not bein able to get to sleep till two.The full moon effect.Itll be quick to inject.Its harmful rays.Into the home till the full moon goes away.You can deny this if you wish.Deny it if you must just get a bigger fork for your dish.As you be feedin yourself a lie.Just so you can barely squeek by.Its the full moon its poison.No matter what happens it wont be alotta joy son.Watch as things around you will get strange.People will say shit to make you think theyre totally derranged.No matter what happens be sure to know.That its the full moon in the sky, itll last till it goes.Dont blame me for spreadin the word.Just be sure to be warned from what ya just heard.Im outta here to try an take back what the full moon has taken from me..... leave ya word.- Kennie Kayoz -Looking DeepLooking deep into ones self for the answer.As doctors are looking deep to find the cure for cancer.How to be original when writing.Each an everyone is guilty of copying.Another style as we all are looking deep.
From the high class to walkin the street.What is it that poetry needs to breath.Maybe the key is to sell you must leave.Leave as in to die to become a legend.A legend to everyones mind.Go out in a blze of glory.Instead of constantly writing gory.The blood splats,the sounds of gats.Shatterin dreams with baseball bats.What is it that its looking for.Guess its just cause its all a bore.Each poet tryin to fight off one another.To find the success in many ways should we even bother ?.Not enough press for the independant poet.Gotta do more to get reconized.Cant do enough to get yourself noticed.Head to our site show that you support us.- Kennie Kayoz -J & M Part 1 - Intro ToEmSo the mice found a spacious new home.Bought two so Mordecai wouldnt be alone.Now she has a cage mate named Jezebel.Fightin like two sisters upon occasion as most do.Even though Mordecai is a guys nameShe acts like she runs the cage and wants Jezebel to worship her space.Although most would think Jez is the trouble maker.Shes the calm one, only spooked after Mordecai shakes her.Jez bein smaller of the two, is quickly gettin to.Know me as she always climbs the cage to get her belly scratched.Be sure to keep your eyes on my site.As Jez & Mordecai will have there own page.So yall can keep up with there fury an rage.- Kennie Kayoz -Help Save MordecaiHelp save Mordecai the mouse from been eaten.Donate just a little bit so he can live with me.If not youll be marchin him to a snake.Help save Mordecai the power is in you to give.A mouse a better chance of survival.Dont go puttin yourself in any kinda denial.If it was Mickey Mouse you would donate.So dont hesitate just cause this be Mordecai.Even though you may not like me or mice dont be shy.Mordecai will live a long rich life with yours truly.Instead of makin him march down the body of a snake.Donate at my site to help save Mordecai.
So that he wont have to go an die- Kennie Kayoz -SadnessFor some reason that I cant explain I am sad.Perhaps cause I sit here all alone.Perhaps cause I dont have a friend in this world.Perhaps cause I dont have a girl in this world.I dont really know what it maybe.All though I can speculate constantly.Am I missin somethin that maybe infront of me.Maybe theres somethin that Im not seein.I wish I had the answer so I could solve it.Am I sinkin into depression.Should I worry bout the succession.Of problems that may arrise.Or am I gettin myself down cause of a failure surprise.Maybe I need to talk to someone.Maybe I need to be alone.I dont really know what it is.I dont have a clue how to solve it.- Kennie Kayoz -Suck So MuchWelcome to the world of the truth spitters.Spittin so much reality thatll turn you into wrist splitters.Never in my life shall I even imagine Id see poets that suck so much.The way you expose your body in what you write makes your poetry suck so much.No way shall anyone make bank off that inless you hit the street corner.If you did that, the next thing id know is Id be writin to mourn ya.Since you have no talent, I was forced to let the world know that you suck so much.While it takes all of you so long to write one page.Ill be droppin books until I die of old age.Over 20 books dropped through Coyotes Publishing to this date.It takes yall years to drop a book, by that time ya chances did deflate- Kennie Kayoz -Just Another DayIts just another day when I wake up already late.Just like it happened yesterday but this time my boss is irrate.Its just another day when I get yelled at.Instead of grabbin I gun I just want to take out my frustrations with a bat.Its just another day when another girl dislikes me.Whys it matter what I say I know shes already got an oppion bout me.Whats next for me, as its all just another day.As no matter what I do my mind is wounded fatally.Its just another day as you keep lookin over my shoulder.To you it maybe nothin, to me Im getting colder.Its just another day that you need to pray for me.
Since I know its only a matter of time before Im taken away.In case you havent realized it.Tis is just another day that I must deal with this shit.- Kennie Kayoz -Thanks For NothingTo everyone of you who have caused me grief.Thanks for nothing as you have caused great pain.Since my sanity always trickles down from my brain.Hope you enjoyed it while you had the chance.I never want to see none of you through my exsistance.If you choose to cause me some kind of pain.I will be forced to make you live with tons of shame.Dont look my way if your going to laugh.Ill be the psycho who drops the toaster in your bath.Thanks for nothing as you can tell.You know who you are, no one will see you fall.Watch your back as you strut through the mall.Think, Think Im scared of you.Remember that as you wake up black & blue.Watch yourself as you walk the streets.Be very afraid of the ones you call geeks.Thanks for nothing, everyone I have met.Your dead to me now, so better fret- Kennie Kayoz -Slicing Our Problems AwayWatch out for the silent ones as we be slicing our problems away.Cause we know that it’s the only way that our problems won’t stay.Cutting deep into our veins as we commit.Watch as the blood rises to the surface after each slit.Never again shall we have to worry about any problems to occur twice.Cause if they happened once they’re as good as sliced.Deep down is where it comes from.We disappear when the sun comes up.As the moon appears you best believe that we back.So as you stroll the streets at night be sure to watch your backs.Cause I know you won’t be safe since someone is always following.The night cloaks us like your fear of death.We’re the cause of your last breath.- Project Druyd -The Warfare LifeLook at this world that we live in.It’s gone to hell, now that’s a true sin.Everyone trying to eliminate one another.Even family members taking revenge on what once was ones brother.I never once thought it would be this bad.That the world went this way so quick, how sad.
Watch as we be dropping off the map as quick as people die.From the latest hurricane no matter who acts all shy.The warfare life be eliminating the world.Scared to walk the streets without a gun in hand.But not to proud to be burin your own son in the cold sand.Never again shall this world be the same.But who is the true person to blame.Take your pick .Tell’em to eat a dick.Never shall one be to blame.Just point your finger at who you want, cause we’re all the same.- Project Druyd -Cold –n- DarkThe cold an dark nights be waiting on our prey.Watchin an waitin to see what they say.Never again shall you worry about the nights that you can see your breath.Cause it may very well be the last thing that you have left.As it’ll feel like a rope tightening around your throat.Only to pick you inches off the groundTo watch you struggle for your life.Begging for mercy.Watching and waiting.To see which path shall take you in.The path of light.Or the path of fright.It’ll be time for the one to choose.Are you prepared to see if you have anything left to loose.The cold an dark is heading your way.So is it going to be your time to stay.- Project Druyd -Looking To EscapeLook at us all scurrying like rats, looking to escape our terrible fate.But yet we’re always the ones who’ll fire off any kind of hate.We are all trapped in our own version of hell at times.Wanting to escape like listenin to our favorite song rhymes.Shall anyone of us ever escape, or shall we be destined to rot.To be constantly picked up an dropped.Or tossed aside like the unwanted child of our day.What more shall we have to say.We’re all looking to escape.Watch as each one of us tries to out wit our destiny.If we knew what it would be a shame to see.Never shall we be on the same page as another.Bein frowned upon by the one we call father.- Project Druyd -Let Me Out
Why does this shit happen to me.What the fuck have I ever done to get things like this done.Ive fuckin had it, No wonder ive been resortin to a knife.I cant take my fuckin life.Let the fuckin blood flow.See how things happen and let my life goI cant fuckin take this no longer.Im so fuckin pissd I cant fuckin take thisNo one deserves this fuckin shit that I go throughThats it im fuckin tryin every little thing to get the fuck outta my life.Kennie KayozWonder WhyYou sit there and tell me that you dont think I fuckin like a friend of yoursEverytime you mention his name it eats away at me I cant fuckin take it.I know hes a friend of yours but the fact that every conversation we have hisname is init.Fuck it gets to me every fuckin time to even think bout that one lil name of his.Why, why the fuck do you keep mentionin it to meI know you love him like a brother but why, just dont mention the name of he.I cant fuckin take it any longer, things just have eaten away at me for to longnow.Dont have a fuckin clue how I survived this long i really dont know how.Kennie KayozWhat the hellI never knew one lil name could eat at someone so fuckin much.Nothin you can say or do will make it leave my mind.Before all this I was aight I was possibly even fine.But not now Ive had it I cant stand this shit no longerThings have just gotten to me to fast.Its like a sceen from my past.Ill probally get fuckd up ever worse fo all this shit.But what the fuck I know I cant fuckin tell you so I gotta realise this into someotha shit.Quick get tha fuckin noose.Ive fuckin had that I cant stand hearin that name.Its kickd me right the fuck through from bein insane.Now I dont know what I am, I should be lockd the fuck awayThrow away the key its just gettin to me.I havent steppd up and said anythin cause I know you love him like a brother.Fuck this I cant go on like this anymore dont say his name again.Kennie KayozKurzeThere has been unfairness done to me.I shall have my revengeI summon tha elementz
I provokeemI envokeemI conjure them to do my biddin.I bring forth all that I kept hiddin.The four watchtowers whall lay their eyes and mindsthere shall be fear and guilt and badd bloodthere shall be submission and no pity.I point the threefold law against theeagainst it I shall be pointedthreefold, a hundred fold is the cost for my anger and pain.Thee shall be blinded by the fearblinded by the painThe pain shall take over like the evil flowin through my vainzblinded by meblinded by mekurzed by meSo mote it be !Kennie KayozHex That WrecksWith this knot I seal this hex.An now your life is what I shall wreck.you will not sleep, you will not rest.the darkness shall forever bless.Knots of anger, knots of hate.this is the last time you’ll irate.Discord brings you to your fate.I tie this second knot makes twoBringing darkness over youSlander, discord, evil tooAll the evil spirits shall attack you.With this third knot, I do bindYou shall now hear psychotic voices in your mind.Hex of anger, hex of hateHang yourself from the rope, no time to waitNow your mind has been possessed.You shall never again rest.- Kennie Kayoz -Touch Of HellI call to the mighty bringer of light, Lucifer...Spirits of the abyss, here my call.Send down the evil to infect all of y’all.Lucifer my thoughts do singEliminate those who have yet to hear thy ring.Take thine enemy, take him smite.tie his dreams up, torture him all night.From the mighty depths of hell.
Torture him through his fleshy shell.Oh Lucifer, oh shinning star.Touch him, burn him from afar.Revenge now will have its day.For thine enemy starts to fray.Drive him crazy, drive him to his demised.Allow you to finally rise.- Kennie Kayoz -RemyxzPlay GroundWelcome to my play ground the smell of burnt flesh to make you ill.That spell makes me spit all these freak azz thrillz.Here is your ticket as you look at it you realize its a tombstone with a your name.Now the fun part is to kill you,you worthless little fuck and then find your name on theproper stone.As you climb up the ladder to get to the top.A big mother fuckin axe swings at you then all of a sudden CHOP !.With your body layin motionless I grab a knife and let your blood flow.I roll around it in soakin my clothes in blood and fresh flesh as I get up and go.Aftery my next victim that I will choke to death.As their eyes roll back in their heads then I see the look of the dead.It quickly slices through your flesh and bone.Sending you down to visit me with my demons in my home.Welcome to my play ground.Once you enter you will never leave I promise you that.Say your final good byes to your family with out you knowin what is in store for you.As you enter my playground your family have started to look for you.But they soon realize that your body is on the porch dead.They realize this when they see your lifeless body wit out a head.As the screams echo through the sky.I will proclaim another victim must die.I raise from the dead each night to bring more people to my playground.Chopped heads and dead bodiez all around.I will raise again the next night and say "Welcome To My PlayGround"By:Kennie KayozHouzeAs you step through the front door.You see nothing but blood and guts painted on the walls and floor.Walk down the hall as blood runs down the walls.The houze you have entered isnt made like any other houze you have been in to.This houze has everyone I ever killed and soon it will have you.Black pot boils as the demonz toss in arms and legs.Strange red mist rises above the pot as all the heads and bodiesare placed into it.
The smell draws all the livin to see what they will realize is the death of all.We later kick your skull around like a ball.I open up my book and speak the demized tongue.archripa wratruta demetrakaFrom the pot sprews a fire which is green.What does this all mean a flame that is green.The houze starts to shake.Dead bodies awake from there graves.Devils night has came twice this year.After all the killin me and all the other motha fuckaz go out for a beer.But its not like any shit you have its made from all the left over body partz that arent inthe houze.By:Kennie KayozRippedPeople always constantly Rip on others.They all think there cool and they hang with those brothers.They rip on your shit then next thing you see.Are one of those fucks off sellin your cd.Its ok to listen to music but you dont got to imitate there stuff.To walk around town thinking your eminem and your tuff.Who are these skateboarders named blink.Who the fuck came up with there name NSYNC.If they aint singin a song from a band who dont know what the backstreets are.Then you got this band called slipknot.Who deserve to be shot.Theres a group named Limp Bizkit.Who is alot more flakey then a triscuit.You always got people running around saying that I fucked BritneySpears.Face it boys you havent came close and your just all a bunch ofqueers.Now since all you have been ripped.Your fans will email and trip.I never spit.A Lotta shit.Just to get hits.By:Kennie KayozTHIS IS ME !I was never loved.But what is love ?Some two dollar slut tells you she loves you one minute.Then tells you to fuck off the next.They try to change me.I am this way for 1 fucking reason.THIS IS ME !!!!!
Im not one of your puppets to follow your lead.I wear what I want,when I want,how I want.All you lil bitches need to learn the lesson of friendship andtrust.I get laughed at with everything I do.But it doesnt bother me cause while Im doing what I love you allare stuck tryin to get high grades !.What is the point of high grades can you walk into mcdonalds andsay "Ill have a cheese burger and fries if i tell you about landformations."Like high grades matter.I do things MY WAY and MY STYLE.I choose a nickname that I LIKE.While ass holes and bitches like YOU brand me with names likeLOOSER.If you dont like this then your sure as fuck aint for me.......CAUSE THIS IS ME !By:Kennie KayozBitches 2Those fuckin bitches I hate them.They sit there and talk to you and make you happy then some asshole sends them a message spillin his guts and all say everythinfrom his eye color to sayin his balls just dropped and all thispersonal bull shit.Then they tell me that they think they already know me fuck theydont know the fuckin half of it.How many times have they been turned down do to the way they lookor the shit they do.There all a bunch of useless bitches.They think there too good for you at the end but at the begininthey are all concerned and shit.Then the next one comes along and wonders why im so hard on myselfand dont say shit to them.Well if they had any fuckin idea whut ive been through my life theywould know.Then the fuckin ignore you or get there friends to start cursin youout because of the fact that your different and they think that youtried to fuck there friends from the relationship.Those bitches make me so mad I just want to choke there fuckinheads.Or drop all the bitches in the mother fuckin death bed .!Everyone keeps tellin me that they will come.Well this isnt no fuckin feild of dreams.They dont come if I build like a night club or some shit like that.By:Kennie Kayoz4 LIL Bitches
these lil bitches think there good they want to take me if they could they all lie about thisand that they all probally fucking fat they all think that they are that but they dont knowwho the fuck they comin at 4 lil bitches dont know who i am All they know is im aMazteryouz Man They all thought it was easy but yet they all were very very sleazywhen they started to harrass i wanted to beat some serious ass they thought i was fuckd inthe head that meant of course i had to lay them in the death bed they kept hoppin i keptchoppinthe biggest bitch of them all got hackie hackie good bye jackieBy:Kennie KayozAngerEvery time I just been me I was turned asideEvery time I said anything to anyone I was turned asideEvery time I tried to speak my mind I was turned asideEvery time I complained to a teacher or Principal i was turnedasideEvery time I complained to my parents I was turned asideEvery time I tried talking to some one I was turned asideEvery time I asked to be friends with some one I was turned asideEvery time I asked a girl out I was turned asideEvery time I asked a teacher "why arent you doing anything aboutthis ?" I was turned aside.Every time I asked my parents for some money in apreciation fordoing stuff around the house I was turned aside.Every time I needed someone to talk to I was turned aside.Now in my moment of finding what I do best the tables have turnedand im the one who turns them aside.Where was that teacher when the kids were screaming at me "Dontkill me!"Where was the vice prinicpal or principal everytime I went to themasking for help.What happend when I expressed my writing style at school ? I wasturned aside to a psycoligist.What happens every time my brother or sister or dad gets on mynerves and I talk to my mom what does she say "You know you arentthe easiest one to get along with either."What happens when I get pissed and have no one to talk to ?I turn them aside like they all turned me aside for 19 years of mylife.What happens when I start listening to music that my parents dontapprove of ? They blame everything on my music.Well all I have to say is where were they when I needed them ?All they did was give me a fucking easy answer and turn me asidelike everyother person that has ever met me or that I talked to.Well Fuck them and everyone else that has ever pissed me off.To all those women that laugh at me do to the way I look fuck you.To the teachers who say that there is no tollerence in this school
now Fuck you.No one helped me yet they all gave me easy answers or just ignoredme.Well I cant wait to see if I get a book going and if it does reallygood then im going to tell each one of them who turned me asidewhen i need them when they basically said "Fuck off" I will do thesame to them cause if they never helped me yet then they sure asfuck dont deserve any of the credit for anything now.By:Kennie KayozBitch !Bitch you think you can come on and tell me that you hate mywriting and that you blame it do to my music and how i act fuckthat.If anything blame it on the world cause there is nothing differentabout my music and the shit that going on in the world today.Bitch you tell me my writings shit then you go brag to the rest ofyour bitches that I know a poetic writer and hes mad fresh and heis the shit then you expect me to start sending poetic writings toyou.Bitch you tell me that Im a bum for dropping out of school meanwhile the job that you want you are years away from getting and Ilaugh at you when you tell me that a poetic writer is easy to doand you fucking tried and you failed at it and your in school tothinking you could have done a better job than me.Bitch you tell me that my poetic writings aint real well if youwant real for you step out your front door and there reality foryou from the sky to the floor.Bitch you tell me that I am going to hell do to my juggalo ways andthe twiztid freek show and the wicked clown bizaar.I dont think soduring life I will be greeted by the six joker cards five haveflipped up and revealed and I havent seen either of the five.Hey Bitch after I have been visited by all six I aint going toheaven or hell im going to the dark carnival.By:Kennie KayozBitchesBitches are stuck up.Bitches are fucked up.Bitches treat me like shit.Bitches the world is filled with them.Bitches tell you that you are only meant to be friends then tellyou to fuck off.Bitches tell you that they are too good for you.Bitches never want to hear what I have to say.Bitches they fucking piss me off.Bitches dont come over to see you any more.Bitches yell and spit shit at you when you walk to class.
Bitches think that they know you from the way that you look.Bitches fake caring about you and when you question them then theytell you that friends arent suspose to question each other.Bitches only do things to make you happy.Bitches force stuff to work so they dont have to put up with you.Bitches think they know whats best when they dont even know you.Bitches go out with these bitch boys who will dont spend enoughtime with them and they tell you that its cause they got lives andthey were meant to be.Bitches tell you what you want to hear.Bitches tell you that your music sucks.Bitches dont give a fuck what you do.Bitches hope that you die someday soon.Bitches dont want to joke around.Bitches tell you shit that you dont want to hear cause you aretrying the best you can and you dont want to change a thing justand they keep going on and on about how you can better your life ifyou do these things.Bitches treat me like shit.Bitches call you to rub shit in my face.Bitches tell me shit I dont care about like they had great sex.Bitches go out with bitch boys.Bitches ! Bitches ! Bitches ! Bitches !I had enough of all these BITCHES that think they are better thanme.BITCHES ! BITCHES ! BITCHES ! BITCHES ! BITCHES ! BITCHES !FUCK ALL OF YOU BITCHES OUT THERE !By:Kennie KayozBitchingAll you here these days are people bitching.They bitch that there sick.They bitch that they give good dick.They bitch about losing.They bitch when they boozing.They bitch about sportsThey bitch cause they dont like your shorts.They bitch about life.They bitch about each others wifes.They bitch about music being to fucking violent.Well if u think that then stop watching the news cause as you cansee with your own two eyes its just real fucking life.They bitch about the snow.They bitch when the fuck a hoe.They bitch about being fat.They bitch when you fuck there wife named Pat.They bitch about going to hell.
Well fuck that must be where you belong.They bitch about dieting.Well your the bitch who thinks your to fucking fat only your mannamed mat.They bitch about smoking.Well thats your fucking problem to kick so quit being a dick.They bitch to there wifes with knifes.They bitch about work.They bitch about eminems song lyrics.They bitch about swearing by me and rappers.They bitch about my writing.They bitch at me cause they wish Id die.I only got one thing to say if you bitch at me and wish Id die.I AINT NEVER EVER EVER EVER GOING TO DIE MOTHER FUCKER !By:Kennie KayozDie Bitch DieYou think im a freak.You hate my music.You use to make fun of me at school.You use to laugh at me.You use to spit at me.You use to throw shit at me.You use to trip me.You use to hit me.You use to piss me off.You use to fuck with me about being my friend.You use to tell all your friends about me.You use to threaten me.You use to punch me.You use to kick me.You use to harass me.You use to embarass me.You use to slap me.You use to ignore me.You turned everyone against me.You sent everyone after me.You never spent any time with me.You always lied when it came to seeing me.You always told me what I wanted to hear.You never helped me when I was down.You were never around when I needed you the most.You always told me later.You always kept complaining about me.You are a BITCH !Ive had enough of you and your shit so DIE BITCH DIE !By:Kennie Kayoz
FailedHe fought for the guys to like him.He fought for the girls to love him.He fought to be liked by all.He never fought this hard at all.He fought everyday to keep his life.He fought his hand from reaching for the knife.He continues to fight for everything that he has ever loved.He fought to have a good day at school.But after all the fighting he has failed.The boys hate him.The girls despise him.Everyone picks on him.He is losing the will to fight for his life.His hand is slowly getting closer to the knife.He finally realized that there is nothing to fight for anymore.The boys still bug him.The girls still despise him.Everyone still picks on him.As he lies there with his eyes glicined he takes one last lookaround him and realizes that he was fighting for nothing andnobody.He failedeverything that he has ever wanted.By:Kennie KayozHow Many TimesHow many times have you been harassed by the Boys at school.How many times have you been harassed by the girls at school.How many times have you not wanted to come back due to the kids.How many times have you wanted to walk up to each teacher who letthe kids get away with that and punch them and tell them that theyaint doing there damn job.How many times did you want to grab the kid by the neck duringclass and slam them into the wall.How many times have the kids laughed at you do to stupid things.How many times have you gotten high just so you hope when it wearsoff all of your problems will be gone.How many times have you drank just so when you woke up the nextmorning all of your problems would be gone.How many times has your parents blamed the music by your actions.How many times have you wanted to crawl under a rock and die.How many times has the teachers thought that you have had seriousproblems and made you go to a psychologoist.How many times have the teachers have sat there and laughed whileyou have to put up with students that harasse you, then when you goand complain to them after class they tell you that they never herd
a thing.How many times have kids made fun of you do to what you look like.How many times have kids made fun of you do to what music youlisten to.How many times have the kids yelled out "Dont kill me" during andthe teacher sat there and laughed,then when you yelled back Fuckoff you are the one who gets in shit.How many times have you drowned your sorrows.How many times has your hand slowly reached for that knife.How many times has your hand slowly reached for that gun.How many times has people made false promises to you.How many times did you get sick and who asked how are you.How many times did you get yelled at for your actions or comments.How many times did someone laugh at you cause how you look or theway you act.How many times were you threatend by them.How many times did you complain, and when you did they didnt makeit better they just made it worst.How many times did you come home in tears.How many times did you wish that you would die in your sleep.How many times did you want to ask out a girl but didnt causeeveryone is to damn childish when they find out.How many times have you felt sad and you tried to hide it so no onewould know.How many times have you wanted to kick all of there asses forpushing you to the limit.How many times have you had enough of it all and all you wanted wassomeone to talk to.How many times did you just wanted to yell at everyone and tellthem where the fuck to go,but what good would that do.How many times did you dream of getting revenge.Ôno place to go.How many times did you want to cut yourself to watch yourself bleedto get that rush of adreneline.How many times have you wished that a certain person would notservive a day.How many times did you wanted to walk up to a girl who was pissingyou off and slap her infront of all of her friends and call her adirty little ugly bitch.How many times did you want to make a video of you all with littlecuts on your body have them play it infront of the school and sayon it here you go none of you like me then who needs me and you puta gun in your mouth and then camera goes staticy and all you hearis a gun shot.How many times have you thought about killing that person.How many ways have you wanted to kill them.
How many times have you wanted to kill yourself.How many ways have you wanted to kill yourself.How many times did you want to go up in front of the school andtell them since I have been putting up with all your shit sincegrade nine all of you can do one little thing and that is fuck offand if either of you fuck with me again I will personally hurt beatup or even kill depending on how much you push me over the limitcause I am tied of taking shit from all of you so you all nowsuffer the consequences.How many times did you want to grab the person by the throat andchoke them till they pass out just so they know that you hadenough.How many times have you really had enough of everybody.How many times have you wanted to change schools, but the teachersall said no we will miss you,but what they really wanted to say isthat we will really miss laughing at you while you put up with shitfrom everyone in this school and we are too damn lazy to get of ourfat over paid asses and do something about it.How many times did you want to put yourself out of misery so youdidnt have to put up with the shit that you do.How many times have you thought about running up to the bush witha gun or rope and committing suicide.How many times have you thought about calling each person up andtelling them that if they piss you off anymore than they will be inserious trouble.How many times have you wanted to walk up to them and puch them inthe head.How many times have you wanted to walk up to them and kick them inthe balls.How many times have you wanted to just walk out of school.How many times have you just gotten through the day alone.By:Kennie KayozKill YouYour afraid to be with me.Your afraid to do something with me.Your afraid to go out with me.Your afraid to make me mad.Your afraid to put up with me.Your afraid of my looks.Your afraid of my music.Your afraid of been seen with me.Your afraid of being friends with me.Your afraid of talking to me.Your afraid to get to know me.Your afraid to love me.Your afraid to like me.
Your afraid to care about me.You wonder am I afraid of all this ?FUCK NO BITCH IM NOT AFRAID OF ALL THIS I PUT UP WITH SHIT LIKETHIS FOR ALL MY LIFE AND YOU THINK IM AFRAID OF IT !.I DONTFUCKING THINK SO IF YOUR AFRAID THERE IS ONLY ONE FUCKINGSOLOUTIONFOR YOU AND THAT IS FOR ME TO.....KILL YOU !By:Kennie KayozTreated like SHIT !Every boy out there treats me like shit.Every girl out there treats me like shit.Every mother out there treats me like shit.Every father out there treats me like shit.Everyone that there is treats me like shit.There is not one single person that I have met face to face thathasnt treated me like shit sometime in my life.What kind of a world is this when a kid like me cant go through aday with out being treated like shit.Why did that big high school shooting happen why they all ask wellI will tell you the reason is cause those kids were treated likeshit also and they had enough of it.Why dont people like hearing rap music of people like eminem andinsane clown posse why cause they suffered all through life andthey were treated like shit also.When no one in the family cares when family members treat you likeshit and threatens to ruin your life what life do I have I have noboys to hang out with.I dont have a girl cause they all think thatIm an ugly freak.I have no one to go to for support when I amdown.Every single person on this earth that I met face to facetreats me like shit.All through my life I have been treated like shit.When a brother says that he wants to kill you cause he and the restof the fucking family thinks your useless.When a mother blames all your actions on the music you listen toand think its a bad influence.Well I will tell one thing my music is not a bad influence I knowthat all they talk about is killing and all they say is fuck thisand fuck that but its nothing new thats all that happens in theworld today and people like me get treated like shit and you wonderwhy that there is so much fucking violence in the world today.When a boys closet friend is some girl that he met over theinternet and talks to everyday.When he only feels comfortabletalking to strangers and people on the web and no matter where hegoes he gets treated like shit.When the whole world is nothing but people getting treated like
shit what kind of a world is this.By:Kennie Kayozall said no we will miss you,but what they really wanted to say isthat we goes he gets treated like shit.When the whole world is nothing but people getting treated likeshit.Return To Tha Dark SideAxez & HoezThese fuckin hoez deserve to get the fuckin Axe.Grab tha fucka and lay tha axe to there backs.I cant take this any longer Ive been fuckd wit too long.Apparently there aint nothin fo out there its been too long.Things just happen but who the fuck am I suspose to say what goes onJust dropem as is and letem go on alone.JoopitrSlaughterin BitchWho really cares where you came from or what your doin.The way I see it is youve had yo chance wit me and you are gone from hittin itwit this.Chop da fuckin bitch on up and let her try and get revenge wit a diss.You actually think that a diss will work fuck nah bitch.Go back to where you came from you want him anyways cause hes rich.I dont want nothin to do wit you anymore so get the fuck out.You come back Ill be knockin your bitch ass out.JoopitrBak 2 KnifeIm goin to be resortin back to my life.If things change any more Ill be checkin out wit a knife.Who cares bout me anyways I know you dont.You wouldnt have done anythin that you did, Dont look back cause I know youwont.Ive had it with these bitches who wanna be rich.I got somethin yall can have, yall can be layin dead in tha fuckin ditch.Never needed you before and wont need you.Get the fuck outta my life cause you aint got no clue.JoopitrQuick Rhyme For A Short TimeResortin back to tha knife.I cant handle my own life.I wont be alive long enough to have a wife.If I dont get this done you can say I died due to a knife.Im sick of this, I dont want nothin do with you.Leave me the fuck alone, cause we arent ment fo each other in case you had noclue.JoopitrFeelin Scrubby
Today we went to a highclass mall, I never knew it was one.Everyone walkin round with there noses in the air lookin down at this son.My scrubby ass self portrayed to these highclass types.Its as if they didnt care bout my freedom or rights.Feelin scrubby as I wonder this mall, damn its expensive.I could barely afford anythin let alone bein passive.Feelin scrubby in this fancy ass place.I stood out cause of my scrubby ass face.It may have put me in my place in society.But I was glad when we left, I felt free.Never would I go back into that place.I felt like the lowest person in the human race.Now that Im back home I feel like myself.My scrubby ass self with poetry flowin from my mouth.I know Im a scrub.But my poetry hits ya like THUD !Kennie KayozFuck The RulesEver since I started to write.It has been nothin but a fuckin fight.Publishing companies have constantly told.Me that in order to sell I gotta turn things into book formats.Now Im here to say, fuck them doormats.No way am I payin cash I cant afford.Just for some bitch ass to rewrite under his own accord.Tellin me that only way to sell is to pay.Dont know bout yall but that shit sounds gay.If yall want to buy my shit, than buy the ebook.Thats all it took.I dont need no ritchy ass bitch hoes.Tellin me it wont sell, when they foamin at generic joes.Generic Joes is all yall cause its all been done.Sappy ass romance, sex. Be a whore ya would have more fun.A matter of fact yall nothin but prostitues.When your lettin a corperation drag you by the roots.So fuck what they got to tell me.They can get down an fuckin blow me.Kennie KayozNobody Wants MeLook at me, Im hidious.Nobody wants me, Im serious.Who would want someone this fucking ugly.Never been touch, always been casted aside.Pushed to the back of societys line, too many rules to abide.23 an single, been so all my life, I dont understand.I know yall dont want me, dont give me a hand.
Why should I even continue to look.Its like flippin pages in a book.As I got nothin but faults.I get blamed for any result.Why should I have confident.Got no one to talk to or even romance.Guess I might as well quit talkin.Since ya females claim Im stalkin.No one wants to hear whats on my mind.Since my email inbox is empty most of the time.Kennie KayozBurn -n- LearnYou use your sexuality to get noticed.Pathetic wanna be shit is what you wrote us.When were you going to get it.You had to get someone else to pay for you, so you aint shit.Its time to learn since you have just been burned.Using your body to get noticed, bout time you learned.The only ones who make money from that are sluts.The street walkin kind who take it in there butts.Bitch its time for you to learn.That you had to pay to get notice, so time to burn.Relax ya freaky bitch get ya ass up off it.Any bitch can get published, if shes willin to take dick for a bit.Thats how many have managed to do so.Just a bunch of cockhounds lookin to trade a published book for a blow.Kennie KayozPray An Pray For My Downfall When I Rise Like The Sun I Aint Fn Wit YallAs much as you want to tell me my dream is dead.Itll never die even if I gotta start over in a scrubby tool shed.Workin my way from bottom to top.Through the thick an thin never give up.You can pray an pray for my downfall when I rise like the sun I aint fucking wit yall.You can pray an pray for my downfall when I rise like the sun I aint fucking wit yall.Watch as the storm begins to brew.Rain or shine Ill never be through.A legend of my time.A legend of my mind.William Shakespeare of the millenium.Look at my as I shine, see the ice round my neck, not titanium.Silver as it sparkles in the light.Strollin the streets most feared at night.As the storm consumes.You wish you could persume.What shall happen next.Never shall I be part of whats next.
Im part of whats now.So dont be wishin upon my downfall.You can pray an pray for my downfall when I rise like the sun I aint fucking wit yall.You can pray an pray for my downfall when I rise like the sun I aint fucking wit yall.Imma keep on gettin tougher.My poetry will continue to get rougher.By the end of my time this world is gonna suffer.The wrath of the lyrix of a new generation.The generation of a dragon.Kennie KayozWhichyaditchyaAs redneckish sysphocated as I am.Im guilty of usin the redneckish talk, damn.Be hangin out wit my friends, my bro walks in an I asked.Did you bring the game whichyaditchya, he laughed.The redneck is in us all even if we dont know it your guilty.Might as well show it while Im young an fun other than old an wilty.So as you read this remember what ya read an who wrote it.Next time I see ya Ill be sure to ask.Did you bring the tunes whichyaditchyaJust so that you would laugh.Laugh so hard youll turn purple an gasp.So shout whichyaditchya out loud.Say it cause ya proud.Ya got the word stuck in ya head.Youll be sure to use it before ya dead.Kennie KayozKnow My NameHow many bitches need to know my name.-kayoz-Check my profile, cause im certifibly deranged.-kennie-All you poets better learn it real quick.While no one goes to your poetic shows they be suckin my dick.Spendin money livin the life that few could.Ya see my name up on everythin so come write witme cause ya should.Donate ya cents an dollars to me.Cause bitch you wanna get ya name up an runnin along side of me.What am I gonna do with these poetic hoes.Letem fade away, they dont deserve me I suspose.I know many of you poetic hoes wont change.Cause yall seen more dick than hanes.How many bitches need to know my name.-kayoz-Check my profile, cause im certifibly deranged.-kennie-
Even ask the ghost of the ouiji board.Youll find out im the one with the high score.So bitch if you a new poetc an wanna try to pull a trick.Ya best believe youll be down on ya knees suckin my dick.Kennie KayozRaising All HellKennie Kayoz on authorsden.com raising all hell.Im the one who lit the fuse to cause the bang to cause yall to fell.Now you see all the hype that truly isnt a tall tale.You get runnin against me I know for a fact that you will fail.Dont try to take my name in vain.Otherwise Ill be raising hell all over your game.It takes no time for yall to know.Without Kennie Kayoz this site would fall face down an die in the snow.So you better look at the Coyote an respect us.Cause Ill be the same one who disses ya while your girls blush.Wantin to get with me is the only thing on the ladies mind.Just drop me a message ladies im sure wed flow together like a nice wine.Kennie KayozIn His HeartThinking of the day.That you went away.You caused your husband so much pain.Now he remains in vain.A lost wife due to cancer.If they would have found a cure you may still have her.What a life to take.The only bond that marriage can break.I know shes still livin her life after death.With you in mind as you were there till her last breath.Its hard for him when your not around.But Im sure your in heaven smiling down.Watching him as he thinks bout you , he thinks bout you.Till the day your together again.In his heart is where hell keep ya nancy.Kennie KayozYou Expect Me To PayYou expect me to pay to transform my poetry into a book.No average person can afford that, so look.The only way I would is if I would make more than that back.But since you cant promise me that you can kiss my nut sack.Sometimes you choose not to publish my shit.All ya do is family shit when Im writing platinum poetic hits.Who cares about swearing, you need to so you can get the point across.I dont plan on changing for anyone cause Im Coyotes Publishing boss.You expect me to pay.
Did you hear waht I say.Look above and tell me again before I bust you in your lips.I can get by just fine selling the files while hoes wiggle there hips.Your just scared to buy some.Cause itll hit you like a stun gun dumb dumb.This is the way that I choose to express myself.So Ill run with the gold an diamonds while you play with yourself.When will people learn Im here to do it my way.No matter if you choose to support me Ill leave you in dismayKennie KayozYou Aint Got ItYou aint got it.So I wish you would stop it.Your making yourself look like a retard.As you write your elementary school rhymes lookin to be heard.Ive been doin this for three years and you claim your better.When it gets right down to it you havent even read my letter.Get use to workin a deadend job.It suits you since your a brain dead slob.You aint got it, so quit actin like your all that.Cause when I see your style your a mainstream cocksucker with a hat.My style will hit you with reality like a bat to the head.If you dont then your gonna weake up brain dead.Since it already has done so.You just havent realized it yet cause ya slow.So dont tell me you got it cause you dont.Dont tell me your the best cause you wont.Get your chance to pass.Me as I give these writinz out to the mass.Of fans who read an feel every word I say.they have yet to feel what I have to say today.Kennie KayozKayoz = ContraversyIm the same quiet mutha fucka who got you scared to walk the halls.Your just a target for my loaded mouth as I drill you into the walls.No more shall I be just a product.Packed like one of you, I have even been thought of.When I sit down to write Its like a pipe bomb with a lite fuse.The shrappenel is my words that will mentally bruise.Think of the shit I can say to totally fuck you up beyond belief.Im the same kid who was picked on, only cause you didnt want me to breath relief.My mouth would fucking fire off like nothing you have seen before.Leavin all the assholes dead an the bitches wantin me to fuckem on the floor.Thinkin Im playin games you better think twice.I may even look nice.But whats on my mind is another story.
Ive read most of these poets poetry an they bore the fuck outta me.Weve seen it all before, flowers an dogs.FUCK THEM, FUCK THE MAINSTREAM TOO !.When I write your mouth fills up with glue.Cause you aint got nothin to say.Think Im pushin the limits I have yet to really unleash.So watch out if you cross my path youll be beggin for peace.Kennie KayozHow Its DoneThis is how its done.Watch us were all about the fun.The platinum rhymes come through my pen onto paper for yall to read.No matter what ya say bout me Im Quality, Quantity an Speed.Top notch shit is what got ya droolin.Tryin to get me to write for ya, boy ya gotta be foolin.This is how its done.I posted shit up so fast it made ya head spun.Hardcore violence, if you want it I can produce it like no other.Ill chop bitches heads an kickem like soccerballs without a bother.Cuttin throats like goats as if no one else see it coming.I look so innocent as I stand with my back to the wall humming.This is how its done.Bein as slick as shit with everyone.This is how its done.Doin what I gotta to make sure Im number 1.Kennie Kayoz3 DollarsHead on over to my store buy anythin for 3 dollars.If you like what I write on here than support me.Its not expensive dollars its just costs ya three.Unfortuately the only thing I accept is paypal.But anyone can get an account for free yall.Just hit up there site paypal.com to sign up.They will let you sign up for free.Its as easy as one, two, three.Go for it I dare.Then youll see that no one can compare.To the file you bought from me.Yeah a virus free file for just three.Do you understand what Im sayin.Then why you still here readin.Click the link called Wylde Gear.To get you over there an outta here.Kennie KayozA Valentines PoemToday is the day just for you.
So be prepared Im about to amaze you.When I met you I fell so in love with you.That the only thing that cuaght me was wanting to be with you.As I look into your brown eyes.I see nothing but bright skies.Our souls combine as if we were one.Your smile brightens my day like the warm sun.From the time that we met.I knew I would never regret.Taking this time.To read you this special rhymeKennie KayozParanoiaIt all comes down to this as everyone is watching every move I make.To see what I’m into to see what’ll make me shake.What will the final word be, who will make my dreams fall.Who’d be the one who’ll allow nothing to come of it all.Everyone wants me to fail I can see it in there eyes as they get closer.Trying to steer me away from what I want to do.Steering me into what they want me to do.Never shall I be swayed into what they want.They’re all watching me over my shoulder at everything that I do.Who knows what caused me to change my site from it being all blue.To red like the blood flow.Flowing from a cut that’s just deep enough to sew.They always have to get the last word into everything that I do.They always must get there hands onto what I write.They continue to watch me closely picking apart what they don’t like.Is it just me or is it my paranoia talking to me.I never know what to expect.Everyone wishes I would stop writing.Everyone wishes I would stop making music.Everyone wishes I was just a robot, to go through life doing what they ask.Maybe it’s just paranoia maybe it’s the voices from my past.-Kennie Kayoz -AngerEverytime you bitch, I put a bullet in the clip.Maybe this time Ill let the trigger slip.The gun will go off, itll be your dream.Since you want nothing to do wiht me, so it seems.Ill be outta yoru life forever at that point then.You will never have to worry bout the one named Ken.Ever since I took that job, I havent heard anythin good from ya mouth.Even though I moved out, I want you to think I moved south.So you loose contact with me, so you dont call anymore.Im a headache, a pain in the ass and lets not forget a bore.
You should have stopped before yo let me out.Ever since that unforgettable day back in 81Youve always lied and told me that day was filled with joy.But now you cast me aside like societys trash.If I could only tell you how I feel.I know you wouldnt understand, cause your head is filled with lies.For fuck sakes you should open your eyes.To see what youve became, tell me im killin you.But really your the one to blame.I wish you knew but your only anger now.Posted on the web.Till the day Im pronounced dead.Kennie KayozWanna Know MeIts like fuckin a bee hive.Which is better than workin a deadend job from nine to five.Look at me I live like a slob.If you ask most people, they say I dont got a job.You tell me you wanna know me.Who I am, What I do, answer all three.You say you wanna know more.What makes me happy, what turns me sore.I hate it when people try to use me.Or even worse is when they verbally abuse me.Dont think twice.When your back is turned Ill grab a knife an SPLICE !.So tell me now do you really wanna enter my mind.Youll never know who you may find.Itll either be me or my multiple personality.But youll never know which one is reality.Kennie KayozOne False MoveWhen your around me, dont be hatin.Otherwise Ill be sure to have you anticipatin.On the strike I bring forth.Itll be for all that it is worth.One false move Ill lay ya flat.Itll be so quick you wont know what ya spat.These poetic lines.Are worse than gettin shot with nines.Guns may kill you physically.My words will deflate your dreams mentally.They will bury you down so low.That youd realize your mentality is slow.At that point you will walk away from it all.So you dont become a product and take the fall.
A fall to the death.Cause you know you got nothing left.Kennie KayozReplaying Over and OverIn my mind I keep replaying over and over.The dream that Im trying to follow, to be on the cover.The top poet, all my hard work paid off.Its the only thing I want to do with my life.Replaying over and over is me standing on top.Of the poetic mountain leadin the new generation non stop.Showing the world what poetry truly is.Get in my way and Ill resort to a diss.I gotta do what I have to, so I can be #1.Even if it means I cant go out and have fun.Get up every mornin wiht the sunrise.Sportin new poetics on my mind, some may surprise.Watch as I replay it over and over.Its pure hardwork no four leaf clover.My dream will come true.Gotta look rich, while I produce better quality than you.Kennie KayozAint Playin AroundI aint playin around.Watch as I take off as your shit hits the ground.Im no longer in the same class.Every single day I bust my fuckin ass.How many times do I gotta say dont fuck wit me.You keep pushin my buttons Ill send ya some Poe-Hatery.When its not my day dont cross my path.Or Ill have to beat you so fast youd feel like you suffered whiplash.This shit isnt a joke anymore.I was just having fun before.If you get in my way, you will loose.Ill hit you so fuckin hard youll resort to booze.Now you see I aint playin around.Walk into my sights Ill be forced to take ya down.Kennie KayozPoetic PsychologyI use my poetry as psychology.Its the only way I can let me be me.Cheaper than a shrink.Cause even there shit stink.As fas as I care.My poetic psychology isnt rare.Allot of people do the same.If I didnt I would deffinately be insane.
The headaches in life.Make so many turn to a knife.Its as if they dont get it.You gotta go through that shit.If you dont want to enjoy the good.Dont ya understand ?, ya should.We all go through rough times.I know I do thats why I write rhymes.Kennie KayozFuck The VPEvery chance you get your all up in my biz.Shakin me like a full bottle of pop waitin for me to fizClaimin the school is like a big happy family.Keep telling yourself that and keep ya back turned from me.Quiet, silent with a lit fuse.Be sure to watch what you say so I have nothing to use.FUCK THE VP.GO AHEAD TURN YOUR BACK ON ME.FUCK THE VPDONT YOU FUCKING WALK FROM ME.FUCK THE VPGO AHEAD AND CONTINUE TO IGNORE ME.Its about time you have gotten whats coming to you.Im going to coax your ass outside just to beat the shit outta you.The sick things you do inside that office makes me sick.Getting all those little boys under your desk to lick ya dick.FUCK THE VP.GO AHEAD TURN YOUR BACK ON ME.FUCK THE VPDONT YOU FUCKING WALK FROM ME.FUCK THE VPGO AHEAD AND CONTINUE TO IGNORE ME !!!!!!!.Kennie KayozMurder In Cold BloodWatch the knife sink deep into the flesh to the vital organs with one quick stab.Your hands become too bloody to pick up the phone and call a cab.Blood continues to squirt as if it was popping a water balloon with a pin prick.The gut wrenching sound of piercing the flesh with the sharp blade will make you sickTwist the blade in with the organs as the blade continues to rip them up.Twist the blade in with the organs as the blade always tears them up.Murder In Cold Blood is what you have to do, its the best way to take ones life.Murder In Cold Blood is what your going to do its best way to get rid of a nagging wife.Murder In Cold Blood.Murder In Cold Blood.Were Project Druyd were the sickest and you better believe that.Were Project Druyd, were going to be the fucking rudest.
Its time to get sick, Its time to slit the fuck from his dick to his lips.Its time to get sick, Its time to slit the fuck from his dick to his lips.Twist that blade some more, watch the organs wrap around... See the cold dead look inhis skull.Twist that blade some more, watch the organs wrap around... See the cold dead look inhis skull.Run out then try it, were just like an artist telling you what to do.But the pen is mightier than the sword so we can quickly give props to you.Run out then try it, were just like an artist telling you what to do.But the pen is mightier than the sword so we can quickly give props to you.Project DruydVoices In Your HeadKip Kinkle heard the voices in his head.Later in life he shot his parents dead.He got suspended from school.For purchasing a fire arm on the campus, what a fool.Who would have thought someone would pull something such as he did.Killing off both of his parents, setting explosives, gunning up a school.The voices in his head told him to do all that.Now everyone is blaming music and internet for givin the kid a bad rep.Giving a kid too much privacy is what some say is the reason he did that.Go ahead and blame who you wish, give him a hat turn it to the side just like that.Now you got somethin else to blame it on, society for brainwashing him.You stupid fools, go ahead and say your better as you watch your back at the gym.The same type of parents who would love the new execution law in the USA.But watch out, you better not go executing a gay.The rights of activist would be all over you.Pummeling you with signs till your black and blue.Try to recall the parents mistakes.As if any of you would know, your all a bunch of fakes.Yall want him dead, your no better than he.But dont leave your kid alone, thatd be giving one too much privacy.Project DruydOpen Mind, Open BookMy mind is a open book that I speak through a pen.My book is opened in my mind, my name is Ken.These words I speak are mightier than a sword.These words I write can bright forth allot of emotion from word to word.Poetic battles get people killed everyday.Poetic troubles refusing to be ignored so they are pushed aside each day.Everyone has there own battles they have to go through.Why should I be any different.Mine are just brought forth to paper for all to read.As I continue to express my thoughts.I continue to bleed.Kennie Kayoz
Going 4 GoldThe most precious prize.Im not here to impress or surprise.Here for the gold.Your tactics are old.Tell me my shit is childish, is what you do.Be sure to get ready to choke, Imma strangle you.With these words that I write.I have people shaking afraid to fight.Watch as Im going for gold.The one thing youd never see on my soul is sold.Im going for gold, so watch what you say.The hot topic on the news is about being gay.Im here to exercise my freedom of speech.As a lyrical genius Im here to teach.Im going for gold so watch your back.I have no problems sending out a lyrical attackKennie KayozSeclusionWhy I go from dark room to a secluded place.Trying to change the look of my inner face.The dark consumes the ugly which is me.The secluded allows me to let my mind flow free.Why do I even take the time to change.Its clear to me that I end up more deranged.More I try to act normal the more it seems fake.Why do I bother to try to be anyone besides me for shit sake.Its all fake faces that one puts on to impress.It dont matter to me though, Im not a success.A failure is who I be, Its what I am as well.The freakish look surrounded by the grotesque smell.Its all what I am no matter how much I try to hide.Just living to be myself not worrying bout the rules to abide.Kennie KayozTellin It How It IsNo matter if you like it.This will be a platinum hit.Top dog is who I be, blastin higher than the skies.As I look at yall I see fear in your eyes.Im going to be the guy on top.Its about time that yall stop.Tryin to play me.When Im filled with talent, dont ya see.These rhymes that I spitWill make yours look like shit.Promote me to be number one.
Im through with having fun.If you wanna trash this.I promise youll be lyrically dissed.From what Ive seen.I should be rolling in the greenKennie KayozCome Write WitmeYou can come write witme no matter what style you be.I can give the flow to get ya ass up an go.If you want I can have ya to tears.No matter what style Im flexible.Come Write Witme, watch me do it like a pro.Dont be dissin what Im sayin when ya want more.Any shape or form I can write.Can write you into bed with me at night.If you dont think its possible.You dont have to be hostile.When it comes to my style, its different than most.Watch as I glitter in the sun as I boast.As you see the gold flash from round my neck.Come join the party up on the deck.Not only I got the rhyme.Flowin all the time.I also got the beat.Thatll move ya feetKennie KayozThe Night OutIts a damn shame that these are the games that had to be played.But thats not her problem let me show you how the way things fall.Shes 16 years old, she went to a party and met up with a guy named Paul.Behind closed doors she said she had a boy who loved her so much.That at night she would lay in bed with tears in her eyes wishing for the first touch.Until the faithful day when she met this guy at a party.The gap between her and the one she loved behind closed doors grew.Things changed so much that when he called her up one day she asked."Who are you ?"This crushed the guy real quick.He felt as if she was out to get any dick.As she continued to live her life of a lie.3 Months later she found out the guy she once loved committed suicide.A reality check now entered her mind.Up to this point everything seemed fine.Now the lie has came out.As she stood at grave side while she shoutKennie KayozAn Ill Feeling
I sit here writing this feeling ill.Trying to make a rhyme out of this as I take another pill.The second day in which my body hasn’t felt right.Which allowed me some sickness time to sit down and write.Hoping this feeling will past real soon.I always thought this would only happen under a new moon.Since it always seems to have an affect on me for some reason.At this point I feel like heaving.Even though I’m sure none of you really wanted to hear that.Or even the sound of my chunks go splat.This ill feeling is really slowing down my production.Even though it feels like my stomach is very close to having an eruption.- Kennie Kayoz -MalfunctionMy body and mind feel like it’s causing a huge malfunction.Making me think I’m worse than I really am.Causing me to be bed ridden for the last day and a half.Hoping this will help things quickly pass.I don’t think things will work that way though.For some reason I think I’ll end up laying in bed some more.Feeling dizzy when I sit up seemed to have passed.But I can likely seeing it come around to bite me in the ass.I feel as if I have a hard trouble breathing.Causing me to look for more oxygen than what is really needed.I don’t know if that’s just the sickness that I have.As I tell you once I feel as if my body is malfunctioning.It’s not the greatest feeling that there is.Making yourself think that your sicker than what you really is.I hope this passes me by real quick.Cause I have too much shit to do an I don’t need to be sick.-Kennie Kayoz -Bleed For SuccessPoetry of the world continue to crumble into the state of death.Nothing can save it now, only if your willing to bleed for success.No half assed rhymes, no flick of the fingers in anger, getting your name known.Sit down and write it up, don’t talk trash it’s all been done before.Get out the razor to start the blood flow with the anger thatUse to help the rhymes go. Bring forth the skin of old, rollyour eyes back, let your soul turn cold. Metamorphize intoSomething new. Bleed for success, bleed until your through.Nothing more is worth the wait, Poetry is dead an buried.No chance for any of you. The maggots have finishedthe feast on Shakespeare, this is the year 2003 it’s time fora change, it’s time for a taste of blood. You have to bleedfor success if you want to become known.- Kennie Kayoz
War Of The WorldOver in IRAQ just be one place that the bullets be flying.On the streets the bullets be flying, the war of the world is unstoppable.Weather it be bullets or verbal assault it’ll never stop.The war is a continuous fight for all no one will be happytill we all dead.Protesters protest what’s going on in IRAQ, having there ownwar with the police who lock’em up with no regards tohow they eat or sleep. The war of the world isjust one of the fights us people have to go through.- Kennie KayozFrom Kayoz to K3NNI3Kayoz is what brought me to the dance, the inspiration to lastthrough the hard times.Through the legacy of Kayoz it be piecing togetherIt’s great material from it’s first nightmare works tomany other fascinated rhymes.But the time has yet to come for a change in the world.I can’t compete with today’s chaos, it’s time toinject it with some good. Form Kayoz to K3NNI3is where I stand. Like a firebird painted on the hoodFrom Kayoz to K3NNI3 is houw I live my life now, from the world of craziness to thepeaceful times of a relaxation.From Kayoz to K3NNI3From Kayoz to K3NNI3The everlasting 3’s shall be the death of me.Everything happens to me in 3 fold.From Kayoz to K3NNI3Time to put Kayoz asleep.- K3NNI3Haven’t Seen Nothing Yet.If you thought the old me brought out the Kayozin the world, you haven’t seen nothing yet.From the depths of hell that I awake to slitherupon lifes uncertainties like a snake Kayoz is back.From the grave, coming forth with a full burst of energy.Kayoz is the man who put the fear of god into theother “so called” poets. The one to rock the poetryworld like no other with his wicked brandishof rhymes and the tongue in whichthe rhymes are spoke from.The energy and hatred around the world of poetry.As well as the fear of god through out the wrestling world.Kayoz shall be forever known as theman who crumbled the unspoken barrierAs well as the one who pushed the limits where ever possible.
- K3NNI3From Birth To DeathWhen I was conceived I was kicking the rhymes outtamy mouth like you wouldn’t believe.To the untrained ears you’d swear that it was“Goo Goo” “Gaa Gaa” But I’d wrap themup so tightly that you swear that it was a poetic versefrom my mouth telling ya that I was born to be atop notched poet.When I get old and mumbly thas when I bekickin uncoeheasive rhymes all the time, it may soundlike jibberish to you but open up your mindlet it feed off what I’m saying ya knowthat I’m William Shakespeare of my time.The weird quiet guy who no one understood in the backof the class is the next big thing in poetryThe William Shakespeare of your timeSo quit your bitching an pay attentionto my rhymes-Kennie KayozHow Can It Be ?How can it be that we’re all angry at the streets.How can it be that we’re all angry at the streets.How can it be that we’re all angry at the streets.Rest In Peace we’ll be dead in’em streets.Rest In Peace we’ll be dead in’em streets.Rest In Peace we’ll be dead in’em streets.Bein the alive equivalent of thedead William Shakespeare isn’t easy.Just when you think you havelife figured out you be gunned down in a blast of hate.Just when ya think that your running all aloneyou’ll be wakin up in the cold dead ground.Just when you wish things were all overyou wake up and realize things are just beginning- Kennie KayozBeen Through A lotAs of late I’ve been through a lot, my aunt ran offhalfway around the world. I keep getting bitched at from my parents.But no matter what happens it always seems to go away.When I talk to the only girl who matters.I been through a lot.Had a difficult time trying to do music, but I’m going back to my roots.The poetic technician with the mind of rhyme.Got the whole world in my palm and a lovely girl on my side.No matter what I go through it all disappears.
She jokes bout being a loser but she’s truly a sweet dear.What more to say but I’ve been through a lot.If it wasn’t for her I probably would’ve clicked the glock.- Kennie KayozLife After DeathIs there really another life waiting for me after I die.Or do I just sink into an eternal bliss.After my final good bye.3 shots will be what does me in.I’ll then be resurrected into a new Ken.One without pain or suffering, sadness or depression.The things that fill my life now won’tbe what I’ll be livin through again.The tortured soul of mine that livesWith having to be single for the 22nd year.As I refuse to give into drugs, alcohol…. Even beer.So what does wait for me after the life I live.God only knows, I may not have anything else left to give.- Kennie KayozScrew UpI am a fucking screw up, My musical dreamfell to pieces through the tears of an angered scream.Realizin that it wasn’t for me so I wentback to my roots, to live out my prophecy.No longer to be a musical artist, but toBe the top poet as I’m known to be.Helping out others with troubles in there life, showinThem that you shouldn’t resort to a gun or knife.Back in the days I was always looking forthat excuse to step out of my life.Now I’m here to give light to those who need it.Most we all have dark days but nowIt’s time for me to put the past behind me andBlow up for all the rest of the screw ups.- Kennie KayozWasn’t Worth ItShe came once was proud of her poetry, allowin the worldTo read it through her site.Now afraid to let the darkness in as she consumed by an evil black light.Claiming her stuff isn’t good when givenThe chance to appear on coyotes.She life the rest only get one opportunity.Now she’ll be sorry.Allowing her friends to step into the lightAnd tell her what she can and can’t do.The once great poetic technician is now.
Drowning in what not to do.One mistake leads to another and another mistake made.Soon she’ll be recapping her life through the end of days.Drugs smoke & alcohol clogs her mind.Of what she’s good at.Better yet it’s best she don’t continue.As she wasn’t worth any of that.- Kennie KayozThe FutureThe poetic technician, the equivalent of William Shakespeare to date.None other have the out of step poetic ability.That lasts longer than one day.The nerve endings fire away in my brain.As the thoughts arise from nothing.The mentally unstableness continues with warped an deranged minds.Sick shit that only I can think of.Producin it my own way.Showin the world the true side of poetry.While they all stress an test me.Picketing at book stores my second book will bring.News paper articles, hatred and all the violence within.No way, no how will it drop my dream.Until each protestor goes down with a gun shot.To end the loud scream- Kennie KayozResurrectionImma grow up and die as a legend, a poetic technician legend.With books that’ll be studied in schools and by kids.Who think I’d never make anything of myself.I’ll then resurrect to myself, as myself with.No pain or suffering in my life.With no hatred or remorse either.Just to carry on with what I have started.Leavin what I haven’t written.Locked deep inside my mind that onlyMy resurrection can find.Resurrect not only once but 3 times.To make sure that my 2 previous lives did work well.The 3 shots an 3 shots.Will be what gives me in.On each occasion- Kennie KayozYour Loss, My GainI gave you the great opportunity to join.With the next big publishing company.You walked, you dropped the ball and sided with friends.
The loss in which you’ll always regret from now on.The loss in which I won’t sweat.Where a door closes another one opens.Your loss is my gain, a gain that will certainly help.Me be the greater of the two.Go back to the drugged filled cesspool in which you in habit.To live another day, or to let a dream die.Again is your only option.- Kennie KayozDieing To LiveSince the beginning of time I’ve been.Dieing to live, diein to become myself.Held back from society which frowns uponThe ones who are different.The William Shakespeare of 2003, the poeticsensation in which people suffocate.Turn your back on me as you see fit.Learn to see things through my eyes.The success all up.The loss is all beside me.The gaining is behind me.Push or pull me with the strings of controversy.Or throw me back into the gaining.Gaining the ability to bounce back like no other.- Kennie KayozCockhoundsAll the women ever want is the dick ya give’em.They don’t wanna be down wit ya if ya don’t give it.They all be houndin for the cock, so they be cock hounds.I could give a fuckless bout what they want, I’m single for life.I don’t need a wife to be ended by a bloody knife.Or a bitch.Who’s only wit me cause I’m rich.Let’em cock hounds stay away from me.Let’em cock hounds despise and hate me.I don’t need’em if that’s the way they’re gonna be.I don’t want’em if they just want the meaty me.Just keeper the fuck away from me at all times.Let me kick back and speak my mind through my rhymes.Kennie Kayoz the poetic lyrical assassin comin out with both AK’s blastin.You have been warned so listen and obey the word.Before ya get caught in a fury of words.That’ll flip, slit and spit your mind in an awkward rhyme.It’s all about the line, to keep the cock hounds outtaMy mind and in there place, away from my space.- Kennie Kayoz
Village LifeThe village is where I’m from, densely populated but the place I call home.Through the nights of cold mists I roam the streets soaked to the bone.Speaking of whichever comes in contact with me.Or any noise or shadow that spokes the.The Village life is the life that I live.Showin people that crime & violence is all around us.But not havin to attack from the back of’em.Bitches with ball bats.The unsolved mysteries of the village of knowing whatMost people do each day and night.The village kid who hit the big time.The village kid with the wickedly fresh way of rhyme.Tellin the story the only way I know.Speakin of the troubles I go through allowin all to know.- Kennie KayozAin’t No GiftzAin’t no giftz for us poor kids.Santa refuses to bring us toys.All the poor kids don’t get nothing for Christmas.While the fat man lavishes his phat paid friends.Just skip on by like I haven’t noticed.Now armed with a rifle to take out your engines.- Kennie KayozAin’t No GiftzAin’t no giftz for us anymore.Santa’s little people held up the local toy store.Robbing us blind, to pay off all his rich friends.Ain’t no gifts for us this time.Santa robbed us blind.No more gifts for us now.Santa got shot outta the sky.Now there’s no more Santa, no more gifts for the rich kids.If he took the time to deliver to me.He wouldn’t be dead in the ditch.- Kennie KayozThe Death Of 20032003 was just another year for me.My parents bitched all through it.The mark of the Coyotes will finally be heard.The poetic world has yet to hear two words.BITCH SLAP !The poetic world has beenThe poetic world has seen.Look deep into my eyes and see a brighter gleam.The poetic world has yet to hear.
The poetic world is a hopeless as William ShakespeareThe great poet is on my publishing company now.Still releasing his poetics, yet no one knows how.Deaded than Tupac yet still releasing from beyond the grave.- Kennie KayozGhostly ImageThe image of Kennie floating through out the house.Only seen or heard by the residence when they want to lash.At him through there mouth.The ghostly image is never seen when he does good deeds.Always unnoticed and unforeseen.Passing the credit onto the next who walks in.The ghostly image of Kennie is locked into the dark.Called upon when feeling angry at someone or something else.The ghostly image shall continue to rot all alone in the house.Mistaken as someone important, drowned out by alcohol.The ghostly image continues to walk the house.Bitched at and yelled at as it’s told it does nothing.Over looked by the ones who gave it life.Over shadowed by the things that are making it die.The ghostly image is what lives to kill the misery.- Kennie KayozThe Death Of The Ghostly ImageDoing nothing is what it’s told it does.The ghostly image turns cold with thoughts of death when complained to.Brought forth with no meaning of life, The ghostly imageAlways walks with one.Blind folded by the ghostly image is lead down the hallway.The long way is the final walk of death.Sat in a cold dark room, on a chair.His arms are tired to the chair.As well as his legs.A plunger type object with a soaked spongeis placed on his head and tied down, the plastic retainerIs placed in his mouth.The ghostly image hears footsteps walk away.A countdown from a group of people beginsounding more eager as the count gets lower.Finally it hits one, a jolt bolt of electricity goes through him.His heart stops thumping his lungs stop breathing.The end and death of the ghostly image.- Kennie KayozFrom No WhereFrom no where is where I came from not knowingmy destiny, not knowing what my life was meant to be.From no where is where I refuse to end up, the place I started.
The place that I want to leave.From no where is where I fear I’ll end up dead.Hung from my ceiling fan with a orange extension cord.From no where is what I want to leave behind me.The spot that I grew up, the spot that sucks to grow upthrough the teenage years.From no where is my hell, the place that Inever want to look back upon.From no where, is what I want to leave and forgetthe place I lived many years with even more regretFrom no where is the place I hate disturbing.My soul with every creep.- Kennie KayozMe Against The Family Part #1It’s me against the family.Brothers, Sisters, Uncles, Aunts, Mothers, Fathers all against me.Forcing me to live my life one way.Holding me down and out from what I want to do.It’s me against the family.The family who seems so close at times is so far away.Sidin with parents of children the disrespect and despise .The under appreciated continue to live in dismay.Over shadowed by the kids who are liked and loved.It’s me against the family.Hatred sputtered through the lips to the one they despise.It’s me against the family…………No matter what I do, No matter what I try.No matter what I say the family will continue to side against me.It’s me against the family.But I’ll come out on top.I’ll do what I was born to do, to follow my dream or die trying.- Kennie KayozI Was Born HelplessThe day I was born, I was born helpless from all that wentstraight to hell and back again.I continue to be helpless, beat down verbally to all those around me.A Constant barrage of hatred the words spit and spatForth the words come sunk in with anger and hatred.Continue to be helpless and dubbed hopeless by the parentsWho made me, I continue to express myself freely on paper.Awaiting the release of through my eyes when theWorld gets to read my life through my eyes throughthe mind of Kayoz, completely real nothing fake.Born helpless, I was born helpless….But I shall die with a clean conscience and the weight of theworld off my shoulders
- Kennie KayozMe Against The Family Part #2Some say ya bring the shit on yourself.Not me though, it’s dumped on me every day.Some days I wake up thinking the day before was nothing but a nightmare.Till I woke up, stroll up and witness the hated glare of the words shot at me.Rifled through the air as it’s me against the family.No Uncles or Aunts want to step in front to stand up.Instead they want to stand tall on the enemy lines.While they watch the young mutilated and die.Producin the intoxicated injuiceness they don’tWant to hear the truth, they just want to hearThe sounds of slaughter through the mouths of my parents.It’s me against the family, I wouldn’t even call them that.Family’s stick together…. No one in this family has my back.- Kennie KayozThe FamilyLaughing at others misfortunes, tryin to makeYou feel as if you’re the king.Proclaiming you know all, nothing gets brought to your attention.You’ve already turned into the worse father in the world.Claiming you’re the best while forcing your ways upon the ones who live amongst you.A drunkin rage each night, fists of fury yellin “shut up”This be how you choose to live your life.Sittin upon your pedestal makin others look bad.When will reality sink in.If that’s the life for me, I’d rather be dead.Then live in those shoes.-Kennie KayozThoughts #1Raising your voice, your fists ready to swing.A twenty one year old who tells how it is.Is what you have to lash out at.Sayin “if it wasn’t for me….” in every line you gloat about.“If it was for you” we’d be better off.Jealousy has gotten you forcin to keep ones pay.Since when is it that you drunkenly gloat.Over your precious kingdom that you step towards loosing.Fall off the pedestal, to the hole you dug beneath you.It’s time for you to drop to the vast pit of nothingness.That awaits your life.- Kennie KayozSecond Last Day Before I GoThe countdown is coming to an end.Ive hyped myself up, but looking for disappointment.Feel lost, I havent even gotten there.
Got allot planned, even more to bear.To feel comfortable in the city is a huge worry.Ending up lost in the metropolis would make me scurry.If I dont feel right, Ill leave the hunt.The job isnt a huge loss, only if I feel comfortable.Dont press the luck, I dont want to get stuck.Roaming the city all alone, as I await someone to pick me up from home.Strolling around Im looking for a good time.Be sure to take the time to write a good rhyme.I got a project planned.The Toronto Vibe, the vibe from the city.Whichever happens happens, if I walk out alive and happyIts a plus, if I get shot then its a step in the wrong direction for a job.- Kennie Kayoz -The StenchFirst day of walking in the city I noticed the stench.The smell stuck to me like a homeless man on the bench.Being asked for spare change to get drunk with.Homeless everywhere I look including an ignorant bitch.The smell followed me, it stuck to my clothes.The smell isnt the only thing I noticed though.Garbage everywhere I looked, every street.Every block bags and bags piled up, every step it stuck to my feet.Dump it in the side lot, no one will notice.The amount of filth around us is unbearable.Daily showers, soaking myself in body spray.That didnt keep the smell away.Drenched the apartment in Febreeze.Did the smell go away, please !Nothing more to do, nothing more to say.The smell and garbage have gotten there way.- Kennie Kayoz -The SubwayMy mass transit movement around the city.Two days I had to walk allot, what a pity.The freeware of promotional purposes, the freely promoted.Subsided in the subway of eternal bliss.The place you wanna be when ya have to take a piss.The dedicated street musicians arrive looking for spare support.Ignored by many, congested from the music industry as a wart.Trapped like a rat the subway worker is.The only other place you dont need to be for a piss.Cops galore on each car, providing the service free of charge.To give a relaxing ride.Learn the rules, prepare to abide.- Kennie Kayoz -
Different Style - Different PeopleEvery person I walked by had there own style.Nobody mocked another just cause they were different.I felt like I was at home.The violence littered the city like the poetry littered my room.Not even a quick sweep of the old broom could get it clean.Street bands, homelessness and people dressed different.Is what ya seen in everyday life.I now sit here on a rainy Friday my last full day here.Remembering all the good times I had.Including the can of mystery mustard to top my vacation off last Sunday.Nothing but fond memories.I look forward to doing it again, someday soon.- Kennie Kayoz -Grey DayThe final Friday, I sit here on the grey day.Luckily for me I was intelligent enough to buy videos yesterday.Seven videos in what I bought in time for this day.Rain pours down, stranding me from doing anything amongst town.Never got a bunch of things accomplished that I wanted to.Now sitting around in my sisters place feeling all blue.Sad to the bone bout the gloomy sky above me.Strands me inside a small place with nothing to do.Seen on the news last night bought some gang style shooting.Three days ago I walked that street.Now Im sitting on my ass with some sore feet.When will the violence end in this world, probably not till the world is dead.Watched C.S.I. last night seen some guy buried up to his head.- Kennie Kayoz -DripzThe dripz of rain fall from the sky today.In morning from the violence executed yesterday.Stop the violence was yelled at a church I passed.The sounds of tears and sorrow as I walked pass.No one had nothing to say.Stop the violence before the violence stops you.The violence wont stop till all is lost.The world craves it for the news.Violence/sex or sex/violence they both sell.Living each day by day, could be your last its hard to tell.Stopping people from going to work.Stopping people from going out at night.Nothing will stop the violence as the world is plugged with freight.- Kennie Kayoz -BoredomIm bored as hell, I cant go on with the Toronto smell.
The stench reeks like you wouldnt believe.The sights are nothing like Ive ever seen.Growing up in a white suburban neighbor hood.Watching the poser, trying to rep something they aint.Claiming they are from some big time city.The closest city is like 40 miles away.They be posin cause they be fake, they just gay.Struggling with there own sexuality is who they be.Trying to rob people, trying to job people.Asking people for drugs, claiming they the baddest.They aint shit, truly its the saddest.I aint no poser, I rep me to the fullest.Gotta be sick of those who tell me there down.No ones down, when they dont understand.The boredom in my veins right now.Gotten me to write this non lyrical story.- Kennie Kayoz -Alone HomeHere I sit alone at home in Toronto at my sisters.Board outta my mind staying off my feet cause blisters.Was up at maxs to grab a squishy the other day.Now got some white van driving by the house today.Bout to watch Romeo and Juliet.Not on DVD but on VHS cassette.Perhaps after that Ill put on Addams Family Values.Just to waste sometime today.Bought the movie Book Of Shadows.After buying it I seen Skulls 2 on tape.Coming soon is Skulls 3.My ramblings continue to speak what Im thinking.Even though they dont rhyme It dont mean a thing.Poetry dont have to rhyme it can tell a story instead.Sometimes I just dont want to rhyme but to get things outta my head.Imma go check my email, after that Ill sit on the couch and eat like a female.- Kennie Kayoz -The Up TightsWalking into town got me to see the up tights.Bunch of pesky little elementary school kids looking for fights.I never bothered to stop, since it was a waste of time.Theyd never amount to anything, theyd never see my shine.Despite desperate measures they tried to pull.They managed to fall each time, they managed to keep each other on the level.The grueling attempts to bring people down was a joke.Specially when they be yelling from a caged in school yard ....Who were they trying to provoke ?Continuing there shouting ways, the teacher gaveem shit.
Now they get dragged inside, just outside the office they would sit.To the world they were minors, to others they were bullies.To me they werent anything besides a couple of grade school sillies.- Kennie Kayoz -Nosey NeighborThe neighbor across the street would once again meet.To discuss what was odd about the place.As they would always see an unfamiliar face.Thinking that I was a robber or maybe even a stalker.The crowds would gather, but no one would talk.They all watched when I left the house.Leaving as early as a mouse.Getting back late in the day.Theyd see me but never say "hey"Continue to be nosey.Everything for me would be rosey.Counting down the final hours before I go.Cant believe that today would go so slow.Guess Im just excited to get back home.Since things here have turned me into a drone.Boring is the final day.Just my luck as it rained most of today.Now in the afternoon I sit.Waiting for my time to split.- Kennie Kayoz -Your Chalk OutlineThats For Life Bitch !Since day one youve had a bullseye on your chest.So many wanted to be in your spot, but I chose you to wear the crest.Your the one who decided to turn your back on it all.Witness it bitch, Oct 16 204 will forever be your downfall.Glitz, Glamour, Fame & Fortune is what you have lost.All that much more for me, glad it was done before hand where it never did cost.You will forever continue your ways walking down the isle alone.Looking for a fresh new guy to fuck, one night stands, or even bone.Dont come crawling back, Ill just kick you in the face.Nothing more will come of you, its time for you to be put in your place.Go for it, send your daily guy to threaten me, your fuckin with the wrong man.Lyrical mastermind like eminem, psychotic like the video stan.Shed a tear from your eye, as I wipe the sweat off my sack.Keep running bitch, dont forget to watch your back.- Kennie Kayoz -Nothing Holding Me Back NowFrom the start you wanted me to stop writing fat chance of that.Claiming that I wasnt nothing but yet you still gripped to my sack.Now you running away from me, while watching your own back.
Of course the psychotic mind of I means much mysery to people like you.Just let me wrap my hands around your throat & pummel you till your black an blue.Little have you known what I really thought of you, get back on your knees bitch.Earn the money like street walker that you are, the only way you can attempt to be rich.See my laser sights as you walk down the street its right on your throat.After I pull the trigger for good measure Ill be sure to slit you like a goat.Nothing holding me back now from accomplishing my dream.Just like most people I am your worse nightmare.Be sure to look yourself in the mirror, youll never see a gleem of hope in that stare.Go sleep with all the guys in the world, your bringing death upon you.- Kennie Kayoz -Through My Pen.You can call be psycho, as you watch me grow.But we be in a race called life, you cant keep up cause your mentally slow.Watch as I piss on your brain with the acid of confusion.Smack you upside your head with a shovel to cause a serious contusion.Through my pen I dont show nothing except some demonic thoughts on paper.I keep the real thoughts locked deep inside my brain, as I continue to torture ones likeyou withthe pain.The worry of what I maybe thinking that you wish you knew.But youll never have the chance of finding out, when its your time itll be too late.Dressin like the slut you are, be sure to remember that you will recive a rape.Your just a walking bag of flesh to ev eryone who they just use and toss away.Next time we talk will be in the graveyard as I look down upon the slay.Im psycho, so watch out.Ill be the one wholl tear your precious little heart out.- Kennie Kayoz -Voodoo DollVoodoo is an amazing practice, all it takes is a little doll.If one believes enough they can cause one much suffering till you fall.Meet my voodoo as you are caused pain and suffering.Im not worried bout what others may think.Besides your nothin but a cum guzzling bitch, who brought it on herself.Be sure to remember the one and only chance.The only shot at somethin good youve ever came across.Your just my walkin Voodoo doll as I stick you with my pins.12 inch blades, the best pins one can use.As you do nothing but become abused.Used, Abused and watched upon by the psychotic ones such as me.- Kennie Kayoz -