Legends and myths

I write raps, only to hear verbal assault displayed to the max,

A sociopath with a microphone shoved in his ass.

destruction of the planet a last-tic, tic the clock counterattacks

thunderous crack as I pull out the bloodstained ax...

 

Nowhere to run homie your chances of escape got jacked,

like your flat tire, have you wish for a spare in the back. dead moonlight reflects

a glare from my hollow point as my laser point lights

up your back, so close your eyes and say your prayers.

While the rain tumbles as degrees proceed to plunge, as the air ones im wearing

begin to mud. Three feet..come on your almost done!

its 4 am one more hour till you'll see the sun. It's 5 o'clock and my gun has

begun to hum, six feet.. shish I thought I would have to dump you in the creek.

Now take a Nap pal *pow* you earned one.