Writers Thriller Block

The writer spins his pen like hes in a cypher
spitting all the cringing tones and lyrics so dapper
Fight in diced in is the flames rolled in like a reaper
Come in, through death is the gates you enter
My flows are on a pedestal, I'm quite tall
Baller on these homes, stinger like a pimp  
you lesser than my bars, I make you do time
like a brother on some dumb record
I shine its all mine you're just a dime
In a fountain I picked all your luck
stripped like a duck on my table I'm gonna _
eat that supper like my grandma made it
Imma duck you like I shot you,  
through the back
that's where the blood come will come through
I'm drenched with the real you a fake  
don't come through I'll fight you
grab your neck while you make a heck
take your life in a sec  
make your life a dreg , I spit you out  
on the streets this is not a fair fight, you lag
Its sad your demise is a blunder
I thunder with anger to kill your lights out
Pen out  
Written by JakeBlack (BLACKnBONE)
Published | Edited 26th Aug 2020
Author's Note
Trying to get my rhythmic juices flowing with some random crap. I have lots on my mind to pen down but having a problem of putting it down. Hoping some of these will do the trick.
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