Hush

my arm swings like a hammer or hammock smashing antsy amateurs to put a checkmark on my planner. the duelist with to do lists killing campers in the woods. kneeling nuns with praying hands suggests that i spare the good. searching high and low to find the reason to spare them. but I'd rather not discriminate so I'll spare none. we can have it all the gore and the bloodbath. the whores in the mudbath. I even serve drinks during the warpath. its a good day to die, screaming valhalla. say good bye to life and your addiction to the mighty dollar. carrying material things to your afterlife of spring but im robbing your coffin to see what wealth can bring. strangulation with a diamond plated necklace leave you breathless but after i squeeze you'll be neckless, wreckless move so abandon it abandon ship sail away like styxxx youre upside down on a crucifix as i take a piss. theres too much alcohol in my system, cant recall then , but it wasnt me when a body was found by the fisherman. women come in droves wanna grab me by my dick. impregnated and impailed cause she simply fell and slipped. my motive is decoded in the matrix fuck the ressurection plug neo back in the trilology not open. hung drawn and quartered, punishment from stealing in the darkest corner, there is blood to pay like kidnapped organ doners. the clock is tickin and this is what im thinking, expose my fangs to bite flesh let the poison sink in. your time with the mic is done, so hush and quit your bitchin. suppose you composed words with adequate flow. going for broke you try your hardest to challenge the status quo. you have practiced in this life not exluding afterlife, ressurected twice plus three decades of polishing lines. imagine all that time perspiration blood and grime the ladders that you have climbed. but still cant produce the better rhyme. misery loves the company that it keeps. a parasitic invisible entity draining your of your energy. power up with beer but end in tears cause you're a bitch. over emotional it's like a teen diary when you write shit. i continue back and forth of straddling your neck. strangle you to death untill your deathstare looks dead upset. the clock is tickin and this is what im thinking, expose my fangs to bite flesh let the poison sink in. your time with the mic is done, so hush and quit your bitchin.