[k]onquerer
Stuck runnin on this violent streak,
Actions so loud you can't silence me.
I dream of angels but live with demons,
Wings pure white, eyes reflecting Satan.
Beam me up and toss me out like trash,
Garbage collectors raidin through my golden stash.
My bodys stuck seizing up off the ground,
Eyes are black and ears can't hear a sound.
Dark shadows overtake and cover my body, it's guilt.
Every single plant and flower around me, just wilts.
Dear Mary is just tryin to keep me calm and collected,
But this pain and misery is making me feel neglected.
Tired of feeling rejected, just dream of being accepted.
Resurrected into a new person, but still gettin arrested.
This picture I'm painting is worth more than 1000 words,
At birth I was I injected with a rhythmic fatal curse.
And I can't stop spittin, in fact I vomit
Lyrically sick and brain swelling, can't stop it.
But I keep gripping the mic til some bitch has to rip it from me,
And that'll happen when pigs fly, but then again nothing is as it seems
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