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7. Rot and Burn
- (I feel, for all the time i spend sitting and spitting these rhymes,
- I would be making a few dimes, but it's taking it's fucking time.)
- I deal with all you sacks of shit, you dolls that shit bricks
- on me? As if i deserved it, fuck you, ya cheating bitch. HA!
- I'm freestyling this shit, you can witness me flick my switch,
- it's funny because you piss your self when i shout out,
- you flea, your scared i will lash out, which... offends me
- because you mustn't know me... I'm soft as a tea cosy,
- i brought you posies, do you see? Me? Am i invisible please?
- How about blow me? Im sick from my head to my toes to my dick,
- apparently im dyslexic, yet... I spell and spit better than you pricks,
- than that dick you sit, that 6 centimeters of candle stick, of just wick
- i take it you couldn't handle my thick dick,
- reaching all the way back up into ya ribs
- maybe im just jealous, I need to mellow out a bit, "here sniff this"
- i see lines of rhymes, up in my head, better and more complex,
- like light when it reflects, "call me tarmac", because i stick
- to bricks and you slip, im Tarzan beating you with twigs,
- i'm not ripped but i would have treated you better than him,
- until this moment, i feel like the bin you keep shoving ya shit in,
- so i writ this, for you understand the anger im in,
- the angle im aiming the bow and string, im pulling back to ping!
- i called dibs yet you fucking betrayed me... ("ya slut")
- But why baby? What's his post code and address?
- I forgive you, but there's something i must do,
- kill him in the bed, you fucked him in, "Well oops",
- from white to red, on his bed sheets he bled,
- i made a mess, I've staged his death, on his pet fish "???"
- by sticking it's lips to his face and yes im insane, but blessed,
- with a brain which numbs pain, but leaves the rest.
- Rage, so when im sticking a blade through ya neck,
- I've got tube and i'm threading it down and through to ya chest,
- collecting your bullshit in a bucket,
- screaming "I loved you bitch" and chuck it,
- over you, hoping to turn your heart from blue
- to red, ya cheating ass is dead, in dirt you rest,
By Anonymous
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