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Brutal
- I'm going to use my pen to write rhymes
- they'll put shivers in your spines,
- maybe jab you in the eye several times.
- Recline from the incline you climbed,
- shift time, drift into a swift roller coaster lift
- enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.
- Jump posing a Kong fu kick,
- instead i misled, and i hit you with a closed fist.
- You'll be pissing blood from your wrists
- when i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,
- knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,
- blood flows thick, sewing kit needed to stitch.
- Poke you with a pin and watch you twitch,
- you mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,
- but I'll be crushing your head in between cupboards,
- or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.
- YAK! Mother fucker, YAK! Pull the glock back, finger tap,
- bullet battles the barrel then SMACK. You're face will crack,
- another snack to hack, I'll put it on the body stack,
- next to the skinned ducks that still quack.
- I'm on a hunt,
- i like to watch you run,
- it's fun... Especially when it's a nun!
- If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt
- more times than the nun used a crucifix and plunged.
- Munch. This is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,
- hump her ass till you cum and she grunts.
- My words, skillful like flying birds,
- but sometimes they hit a window and it'll hurt.
- They snatch up worms and feed them to their spurts,
- Metaphorically speaking I'm alerting you of theoretical terms,
- sign on the dotted line before i insert all the verbs,
- your feelings will be hurt, oh no! Shedding 'n' sweating from nerves,
- but you will learn, if you don't I'm gonna burn you using my sperm.
- YAK! Mother fucker, YAK! Pull the glock back, finger tap,
- bullet battles the barrel then SMACK. You're face will crack,
- another snack to hack, I'll put it on the body stack,
- next to the skinned ducks that still quack.
- Like Dexter, former Hannibal Lector,
- In his daily trisector, dissecting ladies in the sector.
- Your nexta on the list, please don't freak out and piss...
- bitch i need you to stay with me please,
- don't make me pee pee in your mouthie,
- I'll rather not get my dick outie,
- with Hannibal Lector around me...
- I'm a insane mother fucker, yes in the brain,
- sulfur grains all up in my domain,
- and all it takes is one spark,
- two tarts playing harps,
- three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,
- four more tarts playing harps
- to sum up six hearts when i carve them apart.
- YAK! Mother fucker, YAK! Pull the glock back, finger tap,
- bullet battles the barrel then SMACK. You're face will crack,
- another snack to hack, I'll put it on the body stack,
- next to the skinned ducks that still quack.
By Anonymous
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