I'm the lyrical assassin, spittin' pain and misery, Rapid-fire delivery, my words cut like a guillotine. I've been through hell and back, my life's a tragic symphony, These scars on my soul, they define my legacy. I'm like a tornado, leaving destruction in my wake, The weight of my past, it's a burden I can't shake. Every word I spit is filled with anger and frustration, A reflection of the battles fought in isolation. I've battled demons, fought my own mind, But I refuse to let the pain define my grind. I use my pen as a weapon, my rhymes are ammunition, I'm on a mission to escape this mental prison. I've been knocked down, but I always rise again, The fire inside me burns, it's a flame that won't end. I've tasted despair, walked through the valley of death, But I won't let the darkness steal away my breath.