No cap,
Damn this pain,
I’m just sixteen years in this game!
Yo, Leukemia,
All corruptin’ my veins,
White cells mutiny, blastin’ my marrow, turnin’ blood to black sludge chains.
This is my life, I’m just a child, sixteen years in this game!
Docs droppin’ stages like I’m doomed in this cruel game,
Real cage? Hospital bed — piss catheter, stained sheets, rottin’ in shame.
Just sixteen years in this game!
Chemo floodin’ poison, napalm meltin’ my veins alive,
Vincristine, Daunorubicin — burnin’ circuits while I barely survive.
Mouth packed with bleeding ulcers, pukin’ bile mixed with blood clots,
Chunks of my guts splatterin’ the floor, nurses moppin’ up the rot!
Just sixteen years in this game!
Arms a war-torn map — needle track marks raw and deep,
Pus-leakin’ craters, purple-black bruises, veins collapsed in a heap.
Skin punctured daily, scabs crackin’ open, drippin’ infected ooze,
Look like a pin cushion from hell, track marks crawlin’ up to my elbows.
Radiation chamber — they fry me raw like meat on a spit,
Smell of burnin’ flesh fillin’ the room, my own skin sizzlin’, acrid air!
Just sixteen years in this game!
Epidermis blackenin’, blistered, peelin’ in greasy wet strips,
Stench of charred flesh chokin’ my throat while my body rips.
Bone marrow biopsy — needle rammed like a rusty drill in my hip bone,
Grindin’, crunchin’ through marrow, suckin’ out bloody sludge and bone.
Pain explodes white-hot, like lightning tearing through my skeleton,
I scream till my throat tears, vision gone, beggin’ for relief.
Hair fallin’ in greasy clumps, scalp bleedin’ from the roots,
Mirror shows a walking corpse, steroids bloatin’ my moonface like a brute.
Just sixteen years in this game!
Infections ravagin’, immune system slaughtered, necrotic rot sets in,
One visitor’s breath and fever spikes — pus pockets under my skin.
They call it savin’ me but it’s torture, slow chemical execution,
Body wastin’ away, organs failin’, every function in dissolution.
Just sixteen years in this game!
But no surrender — I’m Bloodycranium possessed with leukemia flow,
Turn this IV poison drip to a mic, spittin’ venom, stealin’ the glow.
Every brutal round another verse carved from the pain and the proof,
I’ma battle this cancer or die howlin’ raw, uncut truth.
All you got? Bring it harder. I crawled through the fire, flood, and the pus,
Turned every drop of poison to power — now my blood’s thicker than pus.
Remission or relapse, I’m the villain they can’t kill,
Bloodycranium flow surgin’ — leukemia, you can choke on this and die!
