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Execution of Hearts

 
Part I (Brainstorm)
 “It’s a quarter past twelve
And someone’s gonna catch hell,
 “Shotgun in my lap, while I’m rolling on the dark
But my element of surprise may be compromised by a dog’s bark,
 “It wouldn’t have come to this
If the motherfucker wasn’t talking shit,
 “Disrespectful words I could forever ignore
It was their ass trying to fuck me like a deceiving whore,
 “There’s the bitch trying to holler at one
Now I got a tighter grip on my shotgun,
 “Rolled up beside them and let the shotgun go pop
Bullets straight through their eyes and cranium non-stop,
 “The bitch caught the full effect of the brainstorm  
But with flying brain matter-that’s the expected norm,
 “Her screams was masked by my screeching wheels
A clean getaway after a bloody kill.”
 
Part II (Deadly Distance)
 “The victim is tattooed in my cross hairs
If they knew their life was threatened their ass would be scared,
 “From 50 yards to one hundred
Any reasonable distance I’m shooting their ass dead,
 “One in the chamber already feed
For one motherfuckin shot straight to the head,
 “Breath control and location is always essential
To make the kill have more potential,
 “When I squeeze the trigger I’m not jerking back hard
And not to give away my location-I hold in my fart,
 “When the bullet leaves the chamber it’s not in anger
But everybody in its path is in mortal danger,
 “From what I see it’s an immediate impact
Straight through mouth, as their head instantly rocks back,
 “Before the body falls I’m out the area real quick
As the crowd around them begin having a cussing fit.”  
 
Part III (Point of Impact)
 “My weapon of choice is the knife
Because I like looking at the exodus of life,
 “They say never look into the victim’s eyes when making the kill,
But to me that’s the whole goddamn thrill,
 “Mouth open without a whisper of noise
As their insides is getting a taste of my toys,
 “Blood running out like a Hawaiian waterfall
As bile and saliva drool from the jaws,
 “Dark memories enter their mind and it’s not fun
Regretting about things that they have done,
 “Too late now for that shit  
Because in a minute they gonna be a dead-add bitch,
 “With a turn of my hand I make the knife twist
Snapping bones just like when a lock click,
 “I’ve been doing this shit for so long I don’t need a rehearsal
And every kill I commit is a little more personal.”
Written by CasketSharpe
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