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Street Poetry is a form of urban poetry which is characterized by its use of slang and/or use of language that is traditionally used by oppressed people or small groups (i.e. Ebonics etc.).
by urbaniteing February 13, 2009
Get the Street Poetry mug.A wet bag of Cheetos found in the woods, if there was no rain recently in the area, the bag was likely pissed on by some animal, and since pee rhimes with chee, peetos is a perfect term for such a thing. The term came from the episode of That 70s Show where the gang was on the water tower spotting for Donna's engagement ring and Fez found a bag of Cheetos and handed it to Eric and found out they were wet, and Fez mentioned a bear must have pissed on it, then out came "eww Peetos!". I cant remember exactly how that part went as i only seen that episode once when it was new, but ill always remember Peetos.
Some dudes camping in the woods looking for fire wood:
Dude1:Hey man youre hungry? I found a bag of Cheetos here
Dude2:Awesome man (grabs then and shoves on in his mouth, then suddenly spits it out), yuck dude these are wet!
Dude3:They must have been pissed on by some animal
Dude1:(freaks out chucking the bag and falls over)Hey can i get a hand back up?
Dude1:Hell no, u touched peetos!
Dude3:Hah! U put a fuckin' peeto in your mouth too!
Dude2:(turns pale and spits up over some good fire wood)
Dude1:Hey, we could have used that wood!
Dude3:Lets leave that poor peeto eating bastard there to get eaten by whatever pissed on that bag
Dude1:Yeah man, wanna get crunked?
Dude3:Fuck yeah! Isnt that why we came here in the first place?
Dude1:Hopefully we wont get the munchies as badly as the peeto eater did
Dude3:Wait, how come he had the munchies that much more badly than we did already?
Dude1:Wait, wheres our stash?
Dudes1&3:Yeah hes definitley not worth helpin' out now, lets go back to town and mash in his basement, it better not be sketch
Dude2:(still lying in the dirt feelin, lookin, and smellin' like shit, and hes crying) Nature is a bitch!
Dude1:Hey man youre hungry? I found a bag of Cheetos here
Dude2:Awesome man (grabs then and shoves on in his mouth, then suddenly spits it out), yuck dude these are wet!
Dude3:They must have been pissed on by some animal
Dude1:(freaks out chucking the bag and falls over)Hey can i get a hand back up?
Dude1:Hell no, u touched peetos!
Dude3:Hah! U put a fuckin' peeto in your mouth too!
Dude2:(turns pale and spits up over some good fire wood)
Dude1:Hey, we could have used that wood!
Dude3:Lets leave that poor peeto eating bastard there to get eaten by whatever pissed on that bag
Dude1:Yeah man, wanna get crunked?
Dude3:Fuck yeah! Isnt that why we came here in the first place?
Dude1:Hopefully we wont get the munchies as badly as the peeto eater did
Dude3:Wait, how come he had the munchies that much more badly than we did already?
Dude1:Wait, wheres our stash?
Dudes1&3:Yeah hes definitley not worth helpin' out now, lets go back to town and mash in his basement, it better not be sketch
Dude2:(still lying in the dirt feelin, lookin, and smellin' like shit, and hes crying) Nature is a bitch!
by some teen dude July 12, 2006
Get the peetos mug.A petophile is what you call someone who takes it a little too far with "loving" their pets. Much like a pedophile, but with animals.
The videos of women who let horses fuck them...classic petophile behavior.
See also animal lover
The videos of women who let horses fuck them...classic petophile behavior.
See also animal lover
Jason thought he was being funny when he tried to make his dog get a boner by rubbing on it's balls. What a petophile!
by capnkev June 21, 2009
Get the Petophile mug.Probably the most underrated rapper ever, a genius. Definitely the best of Gravediggaz. Passed away from colon cancer in 2001.
"Yo, I got stress on my brain it causes chest pains
inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out
Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out
with just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym
Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast
I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like exposed toes at the coroner's
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like Rzarectah with the blunts dipped in honey"
"Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap
Maybe you're a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink
Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the pizza man
Now you stand on the gravedigga lot and
You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got
Not! You don't wanna live no more
I guess you're really ready for the graveyard tour
When you get home just seal up your windows and your doors
Turn your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
You gassed yourself cos it's a suicide!"
"it's Too Poetic, ain't nothing to fuck with"
inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out
Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out
with just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym
Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast
I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like exposed toes at the coroner's
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like Rzarectah with the blunts dipped in honey"
"Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap
Maybe you're a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink
Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the pizza man
Now you stand on the gravedigga lot and
You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got
Not! You don't wanna live no more
I guess you're really ready for the graveyard tour
When you get home just seal up your windows and your doors
Turn your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
You gassed yourself cos it's a suicide!"
"it's Too Poetic, ain't nothing to fuck with"
by dead, dirty & stinkin April 1, 2008
Get the Poetic mug.When you are in a wrestling match and you stick your thumb in the ass of your opponent. Used back in the mid-1990's by wrestlers from Petoskey, Michigan.
by Gatman50 May 30, 2006
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