Lyrics
[Verse]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 4]
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
Style
worldaggressivegrittydirty south rapdirty southrap
Prompt
A 3000 word dirty south rap song about playing Russian rulet with a fully automatic ink pen , shooting up my note pad reloading the ink as my note pad bleeds for the world to read
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419GeneratedApr 2, 2025
ModelAria v4
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