[Verse]
Click clack, my ink pen cock back, ready to spray
Tactical notes, turning battlefields to D-Day
Lines deploy like stealth drones, creeping through the haze
Every bar a landmine, you step wrong, it’s graves
Got a notepad, blueprint for your demise
Every word a bullet, precision, I improvise
Your weak rhymes? Paper planes, folding mid-flight
My syntax, missile strikes—ignite the night
Heavy artillery in syllables, break ya barricade
Napalm verses scorch ya, watch your shadows fade
Pen bleeds atomic, Hiroshima in my phrases
A dirty south assassin, erasing all these faces
[Chorus]
Click clack, the war is written
Ink’s the weapon, no forgetting
Battlefield of words, I’m spitting
Click clack, the war is written
[Verse 2]
My pen tip’s a bayonet, slicing through your squadron
Grenade verbs explode, leaving casualties forgotten
Tactical flow, my rhyme book’s the war plan
Send troops of metaphors, they march and expand
Bars camouflage, ambush like guerrillas in the mist
Your weak shots ricochet; my targets never missed
Cipher’s a battlefield, trenches dug with my cadence
Sniping weak syllables, leave your ego in the basement