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,