s.j battle

its not every day I bury a body. so I take a moment to get slow. so I know why. I need to make a man realize he needs to die. last look into my eyes and last breath is tough for me. because im about to set a soul free. so tired of winning I'm like the sheen thats Charlie. no time to mock you. chop you. put you on the block red sign stop you. stomp you. until im through. the roots. use my lyrics like combat boots. my tongue is a weapon that shoots. kill a man named s.j. and it'll haunt me til the end of my days. its not just his face but its the guilt that I feel. when ive given the devil another soul to steal. instead of god a soul to heal. spit real and keep those bullets as points. never talk shit. just get to the point. better shut up before i cut up every piece. im a butcher I know how to seperate dead meat. fry that shit sizzle you into a treat. I call you a feast. ive never known defeat. or a retreat. no second helpings. your mouth doesn't make me scared. it makes me prepared to take on unsturdy plates of. nonsense that I have to make sense of. the wavelengths that you claim are offensive. I just call that shit anal retentive.