AOWL Week 8: Witty (2-3) VS. Cereal_Killa (1-1) [CEREAL_KILLA WINS, 6-3.]

Witty · 04-07-2013, 01:00 PM

There once was a kid inside of me, who was sick of this society
Swore he'd never be convinced to live a lie, but see
Imprisoned minds are twisted just to sit compliantly
So now I'm living violently.

I clutch the gun from my waist, to put this chump in his place
His heart beating like he's running a race, fuckin' disgrace
He lives with nothing but hate, this punk is a fake
I put it under his face, just to see him crumble and flake
When I hit his nose, the bridge explodes and snaps in two
A red river flows, this bitch exposed...I tell him to listen close
"Tell every man and bitch you know I'm the king of this shit, you hoe
...Or I'll be back for you"

This isn't poetry, this is a tale of an old disease
This jail is so cold it seems hell is in over-freeze
Every broken piece of myself is holding me
For ransom, I need closure so my soul can breathe
But power's a drug and I can't get over the potency

I grin as the cigarette touches his cheek, and his screams echo
He's had a troubling week, no money for me...he's struggling, weak
I keep it coming, it's bleak...then hear this scum as he squeaks
"Please let go"
I fiend for death though, there's an evil demon beneath my skin
Seething in grief and sin, I'm just feeding the beast within
I don't know anything else, other than how to hurt other men
I'm church, before my gun squirts, come repent
Ego and pride mixes with ignorance, ambivalence
Nothing frivolous, I'm infamous...my villainous ways are limitless
When my pistol has sprayed, I'm fittin' to play with diligence
The imminent flames simmer like stimulants to a meticulous brain
This kid is a stain, I'm about to rip him and claim his life
It's simple as cake, I'm fit and I'm trained to fight
I throw a fist at his face, and see it ripple with pain
Delight flows like a river, I deliver his fate tonight
I see him cry and weep, nobody dies in peace
The fifth bullet leaves his head ruined
With a pool of blood so high and deep
Police will have to swim through it to get to him

When I'm alone at night, I hear their final pleas
They spiral in my mind, I see my face smile, and squeeze
I cry, feeling my mind release everything I hide from me
I can't anymore...I have no strength and no time to flee
It's time for me to know how it feels to die for free
Raising the weapon to my head, I pause one last time
And breathe...
I wasn't raised a killer, I just became scum
My Daddy used to warn me, he used to say
"Son, you live by the gun, you die by the gun"

I just didn't know he meant the same one.

04-07-2013, 01:00 PM	#6
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	There once was a kid inside of me, who was sick of this society Swore he'd never be convinced to live a lie, but see Imprisoned minds are twisted just to sit compliantly So now I'm living violently. I clutch the gun from my waist, to put this chump in his place His heart beating like he's running a race, fuckin' disgrace He lives with nothing but hate, this punk is a fake I put it under his face, just to see him crumble and flake When I hit his nose, the bridge explodes and snaps in two A red river flows, this bitch exposed...I tell him to listen close "Tell every man and bitch you know I'm the king of this shit, you hoe ...Or I'll be back for you" This isn't poetry, this is a tale of an old disease This jail is so cold it seems hell is in over-freeze Every broken piece of myself is holding me For ransom, I need closure so my soul can breathe But power's a drug and I can't get over the potency I grin as the cigarette touches his cheek, and his screams echo He's had a troubling week, no money for me...he's struggling, weak I keep it coming, it's bleak...then hear this scum as he squeaks "Please let go" I fiend for death though, there's an evil demon beneath my skin Seething in grief and sin, I'm just feeding the beast within I don't know anything else, other than how to hurt other men I'm church, before my gun squirts, come repent Ego and pride mixes with ignorance, ambivalence Nothing frivolous, I'm infamous...my villainous ways are limitless When my pistol has sprayed, I'm fittin' to play with diligence The imminent flames simmer like stimulants to a meticulous brain This kid is a stain, I'm about to rip him and claim his life It's simple as cake, I'm fit and I'm trained to fight I throw a fist at his face, and see it ripple with pain Delight flows like a river, I deliver his fate tonight I see him cry and weep, nobody dies in peace The fifth bullet leaves his head ruined With a pool of blood so high and deep Police will have to swim through it to get to him When I'm alone at night, I hear their final pleas They spiral in my mind, I see my face smile, and squeeze I cry, feeling my mind release everything I hide from me I can't anymore...I have no strength and no time to flee It's time for me to know how it feels to die for free Raising the weapon to my head, I pause one last time And breathe... I wasn't raised a killer, I just became scum My Daddy used to warn me, he used to say "Son, you live by the gun, you die by the gun" I just didn't know he meant the same one. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.