Pull the pen cocked back, wrist steady on the steel,
Ink sprayin', leakin' thoughts that my mind can't conceal.
Note pad gaspin', each word's a slug to the chest,
World in my sights, lettin' rhymes do the rest.
Spinnin’ chambers, roulette of the soul,
Unloadin’ verses, pay the devil his toll.
Line after line, watch the page turn to red,
These ain't dreams, just the screams of the dead.
Scheme-filled saga, my pen clicks proper
Fully auto barrel to my thoughts, I’m the author
Pages scream, inky rounds pierce the white space
Note pad gasping, words leave a bloodstained trace
Grimy trigger finger spray sins on demand
Pull back and let it loose, leave 'em glued where they stand
Reload the ink cartridge, let the truth expand
Stroking death’s canvas with a furious hand
Russian roulette with my ink, no blanks in the chamber
Every line a bullet, spitting truths like a banger
My note pad suffers, bleeds ink for the takers
Searching through the chaos, stories in the layers
Automatic clip, syllables hit like they hollow
Thoughts ricocheting, brain on tilt, hard to follow
Straight to the dome, lines cold as a winter swallow
Notebook confessions make the weak wanna wallow
Trigger-happy verses, let ‘em dance in the pale glow
Memories sprayed out, dark stains on the window
Reload, let the burdens flow, ink rains crescendo
Pressed paper screams, I’m the tormentor, the hero
Pages catch fire, burnt edges tell my scars
Every sentence a shrapnel blast, these are my memoirs
Ink-streaked rounds carve hieroglyphs into my bars
Bleeding truths align like celestial stars
Chopper pen screamin’, unloadin’ my creed,
Paper veins ruptured, let the whole world bleed.
Reload the ink, keep the drum on spray,
Every bar’s a bullet, keep the beasts at bay.
Magazine of metaphors, I’m lettin’ 'em burst,
Ejectin' all my thoughts, like my mind boutta curse.
Velocity of verbs, paper stained in war,
Each stanza's a clip, and I’m gunnin' for more.
Pulpy white battlefield, bodies marked in blue,
Lines drip like arteries, what else can I do?
My hand's like a trigger, can't stall when it pulls,
Fully auto language, this pad ain’t got rules.
Chopper pen screamin’, unloadin’ my creed,
Paper veins ruptured, let the whole world bleed.
Reload the ink, keep the drum on spray,
Every bar’s a bullet, keep the beasts at bay.
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