Onslaught
still sick with it on a wicked quick visit
got slick wits to kick shit and rip vicious
on frigid bitches unlike heat my bars emit
that fierce fire from an arsonist narcissist
the flame burn MCs until straight surgery
no fake curtesy I need to break curfew see
in a state of emergency the scene is declining
that seems to be whining please dont remind me
I fill empty halls like a scene from The Shining
free styling rhyming and reviving forums
tiring poems have peeps dying of boredom
trying be awesome to belong in the kingdom
new recruits giving veterans PTSD syndrome
them foes getting banned is a righteous act
now trifling acts contemplate fighting back
returning with double accounts twice as wack
thats misery, trickery and bickering all moody
but if Im brooding I find it rather soothing
to just punch somebody, call it a mood swing
several blows permanently damaging temporal lobes
shining like emerald glow on you basement dwellers
blatant failures being misled by red herrings
think the board is slow - check your bearings
or try nuance, fix your glasses, get new ones
people flexing on my text equals sub-humans
selfish crooks aiming to maintain a well kept look
catch em at the bookstore reading self-help books
stuck from the start, chumps who get robbed in the park
put the glock to my heart only make a shot in the dark
dunno why these cats thinking they some rap kingpins
getting pissed on by everybody, time to let facts sink in
if we battled, they'd be too traumatized to remember it
crack their craniums and give em fractured memories
im the type to unleash mortars on any mortal scum
you're basically a straw person packing a water gun
leave em slaughtered and gone, all bastards decayed
have kids passing away so I can be dancing on graves
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