Barry Hannah
Howard Barry Hannah (April 23, 1942 – March 1, 2010) was an American novelist and short story writer from Mississippi. Hannah was born in Meridian, Mississippi, on April 23, 1942, and grew up in Clinton, Mississippi. He wrote eight novels and five short story collections.
His first novel, Geronimo Rex (1972), was nominated for the National Book Award. Airships, his 1978 collection of short stories about the Vietnam War, the American Civil War, and the modern South, won the Arnold Gingrich Short Fiction Award. The following year, Hannah received the prestigious Award in Literature from the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters. Hannah won a Guggenheim, the Robert Penn Warren Lifetime Achievement Award, and the PEN/Malamud Award for excellence in the art of the short story.
He was awarded the Fiction Prize of the Mississippi Institute of Arts and Letters twice and received Mississippi's prestigious Governor's Award in 1989 for distinguished representation of the state of Mississippi in artistic and cultural matters. For a brief time Hannah lived in Los Angeles and worked as a writer for the film director Robert Altman. He was director of the MFA program at the University of Mississippi, in Oxford, where he taught creative writing for 28 years. He died on March 1, 2010, of a heart attack.
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High Five
by: RittzThis is Rittz, White Jesus, Jonny Valiant is his alias x3
You ain't gotta tell him bitch they know who the hell it is
Everybody lookin ever since they sayin where'd he come from
From the north side of atlanta tropicana bubblegum in blonde [ bom bom bom]
Beatin in the trunk in the donk cutaway straight beatin like a tom tom drum ...?
Feel the cocaine ...? see us fly by
Sat back[?] fulla buddha and a cooler fulla high life somebody gimme high five
[?] got adidas on my feet and got the biggest pinky ring u ever seen upon a white boy's hand
White boy going ham ya'll wearing tight jeans going glam going going going damn
Got em buzzin in the club like boing boing blam like a fat couple fuckin in a dodge ram
Blunt[?] fulla crown who drunk as I am [I am!] ...? let me dive in that
Fro like a retro porn star pocket fulla money and I gotta go to Coinstar
Now im at a four star restaurant eatin foie gras
Waiter comin to the table sayin voila
La la tastin like key lime pie u can probly smell the weed when we ride by
Then its back to the crib back with a bitch back in Gwinnett and im buzzin in my bee hive high
So stupid with it flow so terrific so futuristic he's sci-fi
I know the magazine'll wanna gimme five mics
Feel like im the hottest MC times nine
Kick shit like a kung fu flick hi-ya
Bout to go down on this bitch sky dive
Live from ya playlist in ya ipod its rittz in this bitch can I get a high five
Yela put me on the elevator goin up any rapper steppin to me on the mic ima bury him
I ain't scared of bein arrogant never gets hard but these bars hard like a barbarian
Plus a motherfucker represent slumerican wolf passed me the torch course ima carry it
Now im in the limelight I might take a ho to see twilight
Finger her inside the theater and get some brain until im feelin like einstein
Why my pleasure I be at the party cuttin lines on the dresser
Get a bitch high and undress her
Have her on the bed sceamin OMG like
I'm Usher
when I touch her yessir
Ain't no body fresher im the next big thing thing
Homie [?] wanna see my neck piece swing swing
Anybody wanna try and test me ding ding
Swingin on em like im in the wrestling ring ring
Kill a muthafucka like I'm Chris Benoit
You don't really wanna fuck with rittz then boy
Blow another kiss to them bitches [mmmwa]
Have em screamin oh lord like a christian choir
Man im finally on fire
If they only knew how much time has bone by
I crown up in my styrofoam Im poopin x pills and im rollin like a firestone tire
Can I get a high five
Rittzo go skitzo when im sippin on the crystal
swingin like im Klitschko
Fuck around and ima split yo wig
Haterz lookin mad because I exploded
They was hopin I would never get noticed
I dont think ive ever seen my dick so big
Got these bitches in they thongs like sisqo did
In my 64 smokin san francisco shit
Ridin 85 strapped like the cisco kid
Want a sack meet me where the cit-go is
Money stacked can't get the shit folded
Kill a motherfucker then I dispose his dead body
Bury him beneath a bed of roses
Mel gibson bitch I got my swisher lit
Im bout to fill it with some killer get a whiff of this
Pimp shit like fish and grits
Gwinnett county where they found me in the valley of the crystal meth
Still sippin coke with the captain morgan
Still reppin georgia still fresh and gorgeous
Gotta a closet fulla pradas air max and jordans
Got a cutie smellin fruity like an apple orchard
Bout to tourch it up and you can tell by the smell im high
Everybody wishin me well likewise