Lyric Olympics

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Lyric Olympics: Week 6: Mental Stamina vs Stadnent

Topic: "Shadow of Death"

Stadnent:
He lay in bed, urine soaked sheets nestled round his trunk
Still drunk, a junkie far too ill to even clutch his skunk
He'd started on the larger, poor kid just tried to liver little
Now he's brittle, weak, imprisoned with no chance of an acquittal
So he lights a dry paper, lungs filling up with thai vapors
Head-lightening, getting higher than a sky-scraper

Suddenly, a cold chill, he felt he couldn't breathe
He shook pathetically, his body trembled from a sudden breeze
A growing shadow crawled up the peeling plaster
Even though there was no living being there to cast it
This hazy undulation slithered up his bed covers
Dancing with the blunt smoke like possessed lovers

It was across his fickle chest that the shady figure trickled
Just a spectre, not a robed skeleton with pick and sickle
On a plate, he saw his life, being served like hors d'oeuvres
So he grabbed the spirit; drank a shot of it to calm his nerves
But it was too late, a pillow plunged deep inside his throat
No noble dying words, his muffled screams were the provided quote
He wriggled helpless on the bed until a silence, stillness
The sly shadow slithered out, the guilty party: Illness

Mental Stamina:
scared to stop sucking the chrome, wishing i had a smaller gun
had the barrel in my mouth so long, it's rusting on my tongue
life's done, tomorrow's making promises she can't keep
just fear this 45 calibur brain implant will hurt my sleep
filled with dreams of dancing phantoms and zombies crews
they're comin steady at you, what can you do?
glock cocked, my head's in a noose, ready to shoot
but i can't kick it wit the leg strength of freddy adu
not a clash of titans, wrestle between meek and bold
the grim reaper has me in a sleeper hold
his boney arms squeezing so tight, shiver, my feet are cold
this creature's sold on my death, i could never beat the pros
i weep for foes, they'll miss the struggle when i go
those tears will shed soon, hear the winter winds blows
whispers froze, my forfeit swung wit the biceps of Serena Will
foreshadow of death, hasn't happened, i'd seen the kill
this gun's so powerful, i bet my brains'll splash
back against a window, beautiful when i stain the glass
could've ended this hours ago, but now silence steps on me
i could mutter, but i don't speak like gwen stefani