Another Short Battle

The fuck was that man? That was barely a verse,

When I'm done with you, they'll need to drive you off in a hearse,

I'll drive you into the ground when you think it can't be worse,

You're corrupted already, no need for me to coerce.

 

It's alright man, I know you're probably shocked,

But that's what you get for coming here when you're only half-cocked,

You can call me Heisenberg, yeah I'm the one who knocked,

When you opened the door, you knew you'd be shot.

 

Next time you come to the party, take time to think,

If you're feeling hurt, take it up with your shrink,

There's nobody left to pull you back from the brink,

I'm the king of this thread, when I spill blood, it comes out ink.