Beast_Mode
• Written by Lyrical_Murder
Lyrical_Murder's Notes
This is unfinished, but I wanted to just give ya'll a little taste of what I'm working on.
I hope you not releasin' this beast in me, 'cause if so,
I'm feastin' on the knee-skin of my enemy.
I'm a god, in the heavens, if I die, I'm a legend, there's no endin' me.
I'm an immovable paragraph, your keyboard, broke it in half, no way you can indent me.
I hit you with a three piece, like a trident, call me Poseidon,
'Cause I rain terror if you're offendin' me.
I called God, he's tired of your sinning, and offers no repenting.
I know that power's tempting, but I slay anyone that's attempting,
To extinguish this heat that I'm venting.
I called the mail-man, and he's sendin' ya, back to India, where I'm blowin' up, like Syria.
Too soon? I'm serious, my minds fucked, I'm delirious.
Serial killer, I hope you're hearin' this, and instilling fear in this body of his.
