Revenge

Dip, when the shit pop off
Quick, make ‘em miss hot shot
Fists, like a brick clock top
Fizzle like missile

Can you feel the Karma coming
Chant and humming
Charge and gunning
Hearts are drumming

What’s the bpm
Deceitful men just need intent
These pretend decent friends
Sweep the streets and keep what’s lent

They need repent but sleeping deep in demons den
Got no balls, their semen spent
Act a fool, see the tent
You and me, we’re seeking rent and plead at least don’t bring the end
Be jeez these geezas see the trend
Eat the weak in grief again

Movie scenes,
acting like they at your back
But stab and jab and have a tactic
nab your stash
Smash and grab and lack empAthy,

Sadly all too common,
come on, let’s go rob ‘em
Take belongings off ‘em if they got ‘em
Ain’t a problem,
So long, as were no longer on the bottom
Plod won’t stop ‘em,
gotta watch and clock ‘em
Probs gone flog whatever they copped
Whenever they drop, hop on ‘em
Body flop,
Sock and box, n lock ‘em up
Gotta stop the robbers if they jog a muck
My Pot of luck ain’t gotta lot in stock but I don’t give a fuck
We’ll pick them up and give them dick to suck
For thinking stealing shit from us won’t end in fisty cuffs
is this shit real enough?

Prolly not
Prolly jot another plot
Prolly got a rotten spot in what’s on top
Feeling my brain, deteriorate, clearly insane,
steer clear like deer in your lane
No fear when death near cause my peers did the same
Cheer when a tear leaving a smear on my name
Oh dear, don’t leer, or I appear and let the pier be your grave
Swim in the lake
Grin on my face
I like sinning, life,
merely a game, Knife,
spear me again,
hoping it piercing a vein
Owed arrears for boldly showing up and folding up my enemies
Old and colder now, I got geriatric tendencies
Like winter come around,
you know about how they all tend to freeze
Both knees to the ground, pray the tormenting ending please

Or send me friends that don’t,
bend and cease agreements
The so called men I tend to be left to enter into dealings with
Are into thieving shit
I need a hit of green, they got me fiending, shit
Been a fair few seasons since josh green was seething
Now my teeth a gleaming
Eager for some eating
Like cheesecake on a string, dangling, they teasing
Time I did some feeding
Can’t call this sort of munching greed
I take a bunch of what I need
I dunk a punk in bubbling tea
Watched chunks, crumbled and sunk
Slurp up
till the broken third, re-emerges
Take a spoon, and scoop and chew you up:
fools, like desserts who deserved it