battle axe death kill

battle axe-
mysteriously cryptic dark and twisted
turn you inside out from words im spitting
blinding venom I spit at my evils.
devils
I chop  or fuck, depending on gender
leave you jaw dropping when i fire thunder
thunder cats thunder cats thunder cats
blow
the top of your head off and watch my gun smoke.

i leave em smoked out and burnt
like a cigarette in a ash tray
make a shotgun sound off like a god damn parade
i can make shells and  rounds sing so beautifully
as it passes your head you think you hear symphonies
breaking the sound barrier as it rockets right pass you.
morally limited and morbidly gifted
ill skin your face just to feel something
other than nothing, the days are boring.
looking for excitement and I think i found it
oh ,no wait
that's your spleen and shit.
stuff that back in
tear out your guts
make you hold them
while i walk off
never to come back
leaving you stranded in a fire ant hill
they consume you alive
destroying you like a lead spill
you look to the sky but no one is there
just me,
i had to come back
to take a piss on your dreams