Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Trigger-finger itchin', itch turn to a scritch-scritch,
Russian roulette playin', papercuts that stitch-stitch,
Fully auto ink spill, blood on the parchment,
Note pad screamin', world signin' the armament.
[Chorus]
Spit rounds with the ink, my notepad bleeds red,
Cartridges reload, words bust 'til I’m dead,
Sprayin’ syllables, machine-gun those dreams,
Let my notebook scream 'til the silence redeems.
[Verse 2]
Pages look like crime scenes, call me a pen marksman,
Shell-shocked phrases, reload the dark margins,
Ambitions die slow, each word a hollow-tip,
Line after line, unload the whole script.
[Bridge]
Pen a vigilante, sharp, got no remorse,
Bleedin' revolution with every written force,
Reload a stanza quick; violence in my prose,
This the Southside syntax, blood where it goes.
[Chorus]
Spit rounds with the ink, my notepad bleeds red,
Cartridges reload, words bust 'til I’m dead,
Sprayin’ syllables, machine-gun those dreams,
Let my notebook scream 'til the silence redeems.
[Verse 3]
Pens turn artillery, verbs take prisoners,
Rhyme scheme's dirty, raw tales from listeners,
Stacks of notebooks, coffins for the casualties,
Every bar detonates, casualties of reality.
Style
dirty southgrittyrapdirty south raphard-hittingworld
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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