Strong Fighter
• Written by DrapperDraer
They call me a mess
My name is Ness
I am from Haje
A town with no rest
I am a fighter with style finesse
My ennemies at my sight they all stress
I killed my parents when I was 5
Grown up with wolves I fought day an night
My miserable life was very tight
And at a moment I was going high
I thought I fell low
But I was instead gaining power
My spirit was all hollow
And I started rising higher
I passed on to the next level
Got recognised with a men's medal
For killing the boss with a death special
Now I'm the king of the dark temple
They started calling me a beater
And saying I was a cheater
I knew I was neater
But I couldn't be the leader
I then continued solo
And I was treated so low
But even though
I knew though
I was a redoutable fighter
And I was shining brighter
Lighter, Whiter
I was considered as a sniper
So tracked by groups of ciphers
I got called by the Supreme king
My life was handling on a string
I was trapped and saw my death so near
I grabbed a little spear
And in the Kingdom I brought fear
The King's plan to me was all clear
All he wanted was my death
And that costed him all his breath
Cus' the spear cut his throat
And finished in his little chest
Know I'm known as a killer
If you wanna fight me, reconsider
Cus' I beat you with a finger
And you die with a snigger
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DrapperDraer
Member since October 3 2019