
Originally Posted by
KennyNeverDies
I've been keeping it short and to the point with my rhymes,
Small doses over time, to kill the one who self-identifies,
As a pro, masquerading as a top MC who can analyse,
Break down bars, so we can see where this felon-lies,
But I'm a Monster when I wrap, and I've lost all patience,
I'm gonna sign up this Downie to my list of patients,
Lie to the rest of the team, all the administration,
So I can finally remove this b1tch from the conversation.
When I commit crimes, I'll never be caught,
I don't follow standard Templates of thought,
I'll stay in a BnB, pay in cash, and put on my gloves,
Then have you killed in another city so they won't suspect us.
F*cking idiot, AIDs aint curable by a vaccination,
It's that kind of ignorance that caused you on vacation,
To sleep with a hooker, lose your virginity,
Then cough up blood, as the virus replicates to infinity.
Right now i'm lying in bed, my body pretty much frozen,
My body only tremors in excitement when I face a real opponent.
Versatile? Don't slate me with this words, I woodn't advise it,
You'll be losing your marbles, when this heat rises,
I make art with my words, music visually appealing, a mosaic,
I glaze over your rhymes, cos most ain't,
Bringing heat, ain't an artisan, I'll stab you with a partisan,
Stone you, then lay your dead body on a floor made of Porcelain.
Versatile? See I made a Verse-of-tiles,
I'll get a better response if I versed-a-tile.
Lets be real here Pro, I've seen more dead bodies than you,
In real life, and on this forum too,
It's my job to identify the cause of death when I see a victim enter my room,
Examine your corpse, forceps specialized for-deaths, remove you from the tomb,
I have the right granted on me to legally sign your death certificate,
That gives me room to actually carry out threats, as long as I'm meticulous,
You're battling the doctor of death, Harold Shipman v2,
The Dark Knight, for once the sequel is new and improved.
Permanent smile? Wanna know how I got these scars?
I thought I was a Bat man (badman) when I was in class,
Always the class clown, the Joker, who only wanted to pass,
Never gave a f*ck about all the time that went past,
But soon I got depressed and wanted nothing more than to end it all,
Struggled on, used my pen as a sword,
And metaphorically slit my lips, So i would think happier thoughts,
Using my raps as an outlet for the scarier sort.
Sucking Templates d1ck willingly? You're always calling him out,
Wanting him to cum, but I'm the fagg0t that you're calling out?
Na, it's funny cos you exploded solely due to him,
He told you to Return, you formed a fellowship, thought he was a King,
You were all mixed up before that, a hypocritical lyrical composite,
But Template arrived, and literally help you come outta the closet.