I write songs to express my feelings
But lately, it feels like my heart is bleeding
I'm missing the touch, and sweetness of a girl
With the right one, I'll treat her like my pearl
In this world that is my oyster
I'll find her, and hoist her
I will pamper her, and keep her so clean
She doesn't have to worry, I'm not like other thugs, mean
I won't slap or beat on my baby
INstead do all the positive things, and not be scary
D, is not like other dudes
That get high and drunk all the time, and swing moods
I won't hit you up, and leave
I'm responsible; I'll stay with you forever, after you conceive
Support is what I'm giving
I write thsi song to make a living
To help you out, and put a smile on your face
The first time I'll take it slow, soyou can keep up with the pace
I'll be gentle, don't worry
Sex isn't all what I'm after, sorry
I want a sweet innocent young thing
A small pretty one to be queen with this king
I dislike real slutes, with no quality
No one can be as great as Missy Holly
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Harrassed for years, isn't the reason why I bawled
I try talking to them, but I stall
I have no words to say, here comes the names I'm called
To achieve reaching such high levels of darkness
Will leave your flint and rocks to spark less
No fire for you, will drown you in the dark
A black assassin, like an ocean shark
I will cut you wide open, and tear you to shreds
I'm not kidding, he had a fro not dreads
His body lies lifeless in pieces scattered in a million
I sent his rude ass to oblivion
Life after death, does it exist?
Me dying before having a kiss?
You laugh because you are naive
Another victim, is what He will receive
I will rape your girl, and leave her
On second thought, I will put her pieces in my freezer
I can't wait until FBI finds me after a dozen victims
Your mama, and sis, I even licked them
Feel so soft, taste so sweet
The blood, the flesh, such precious meat
Just because you're popular doesn't make you elite
Fuck that, bow down and kiss my feet
You're a little ass, you don't give a fuck
Your old girl is dead, you get a new one without the use of luck
You prissy pretty boy
Your girl's giggling because my toy
Is up her ass
In 30 seconds it will explode, the description will be crass
You'll die with her, it won't be a waste
Both your blood is what I lust to taste
Your heart and hers, I will baste
I am anxious, so I use great haste
Similes and metaphors make me sound more evil
Your body will be like a slain corpse on a steeple
Better yet, a sloth on a crucifix
You faggot, I can't believe you sucked so many dicks
I write this shit to get kicks
But I"m serious about the freaky things I said
Like mutilation; I put the pieces in a cooler by the bed
For a midnight snack
When I see female blood my lips smack
Even Period, but the quantity is lack
You better watch her back
I will kill her, raper her, cut her, and eat her
Although, not necessarily in that order, neither
The dark one has rose, here comes the fire
I'll laugh when it's your body on this pyre.. Raps 5