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.