The Crim's Poet Contest

When I was young,
I played in DEVIL
Its my favorite red team!
We was all the time, time, winners of thecrims
Before was coming NWO.
NoName its poem for you!
Long time you havent name,
but now its one-NWO.
Always see you online,
its because you havent life owned.
Play,Play and cry-
its all what you can to do,
because coming new team-BEARTEAM!
Who will show,how to play next round!
All what you stay to do,its excelent game in BEARTEAM!
Enyoy as!

ThECRIMS.COM its ours favorite gang world!
We can be bad,or good biznesmans,or roobers,or killers,
We can found friends araund the wrold,maybe someone learn other languge
The crims is like a school,where you can go each day,and day!
Its realy good game,because you can bee criminal gang boss,if you arent that in realy lifeMaybe am good tc player,maybe,not!
But am know only that-I am realy good thecrims fan!
If you play thecrims-its just means you love it! Yeah its realy true!

[p1lgr1m]

It doesn't really matter
How much you know or do
Cause there are some bad people
Who surely will **** you


Choose wisely whom to trust
And give your password to
The stats are like the gold
Can you guess what they'll do ?


So what about the gangs ?
Won't them protect myself ?
Won't them give me some hope ?
Don't be so stupid boy and get yourself some dope !

Aiming for Gold Skull!

Killing rabbits
Day and night
Have no life
But that's alright

GSR try to **** me
In my raves they try to hide
Ronson tries to juggle me
It's alright, at least they tried ...

Day 184 here it comes
All the work is paying out
All I see is that gold skull
It is mine, I have no doubt !


by RahZel Dumas

from the windy comes the killing,
from the killing comes the blood,
the money only comes,
when I do extortion with my bitches.

The Crims is only a utopia,
Utopia of fun and pleasure,
No fun is more fun,
Than get high on the night.

Poetry for what do I want you?
To express what I feel?
Let me get back to the game,
Which I can express what I can do...

In the real world.

I was born to be lonely

I was born to make crimes

My grown up time made me crazy

All the beating my mother have to take

I went out and assaulted people

It didn't take long untill i went to prison

I miss the perfect free zone

I miss my friends

But i did my shit

Forgive me god

I shouldn't have done it

Do the assault on that guy

Now he is in heaven

I started to smoke

I felt the pain like you suffocate

This is my way of saying thanks for taking me to this locked place.

Inferior to a normal life, betrayed by trust
doom is always closing in, with nowhere to turn
life is unpredictable, as moral begins to bust
dignity begins to fade, as my rage starts to burn

maybe I'm already dead, and this city is my hell
but maybe I'm not, when I look at it's charm
who I was before has been murdered, who i'll become rings a bell
i'll drink my tears away, do some drugs, whatever makes my spirit warm

i'll rob anything I can, produce all the income I can, just to get my revenge
feeling very far from good, but obliged to remain emotionless
maybe someday i'll find good again, but my past I must first avenge
I'll pave my way, I'll play by the rules, I am fearless, call me HEARTLESS

Let's shoot some speed, and smoke some weed
let's snort the coke, until we're broke
then get a gun, it's time for some fun
as we rob those stores, and do the chores

then eat some LSD, along with GHB
and sell some heroin, then go f*** Marilyn
then pop some ex, and pop some dex
until our head's in the sky, or we think we can fly

then eat some mush, until the walls gush
while we eat the amphetamine, and mellow to morphine
then chill to valium, and meditate to opium
then count our sta$h, while we smoke the hash

Muahahahaha be creative guys! even my ten years old nephew can write such poems easily

[memox]

Muahahahaha be creative guys! even my ten years old nephew can write such poems easily

That might be true but the question remains: can you?