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Serial Killer
Like a plague to your brain I’m spreading
through the air waves
You tell me that yah bored I’m eating your
fucking vocal cords
Talking shit to your bitch cause my voice
sounds like yours
I’m about to kill this man and I don’t know
what caused it bout to make his blood drip
like a broken water faucet
I told you bitch this is hardcore rap I’ll
leave you lying on your back with your
spinal cord snapped…
If your talking to me you better check your
tone before I grab your windpipe and
asphyxiate your neck bone
Like a plague to your brain I’m spreading
through the air waves
Giving pain like migraines making sure
you ain’t sane
When I’m bored I choke kids with umbilical
cords moving to the next hospital cause
I’m ready for more
I’m sick in the head a just a little
crazy killing after ice-cream trucks like
John Wayne Gacy
Making mass suicides like David Koresh
I’m taking your breath, like the Boston
strangler like Mike Myers with machetes’
I’ll mangle yah
Check this out I got some souls to take cause
I’m creeping out the grave, like Jason out on
crystal lake
This is my life I will ever fail like
Charlie Manson did, get caught and went
to fucking jail
through the air waves
You tell me that yah bored I’m eating your
fucking vocal cords
Talking shit to your bitch cause my voice
sounds like yours
I’m about to kill this man and I don’t know
what caused it bout to make his blood drip
like a broken water faucet
I told you bitch this is hardcore rap I’ll
leave you lying on your back with your
spinal cord snapped…
If your talking to me you better check your
tone before I grab your windpipe and
asphyxiate your neck bone
Like a plague to your brain I’m spreading
through the air waves
Giving pain like migraines making sure
you ain’t sane
When I’m bored I choke kids with umbilical
cords moving to the next hospital cause
I’m ready for more
I’m sick in the head a just a little
crazy killing after ice-cream trucks like
John Wayne Gacy
Making mass suicides like David Koresh
I’m taking your breath, like the Boston
strangler like Mike Myers with machetes’
I’ll mangle yah
Check this out I got some souls to take cause
I’m creeping out the grave, like Jason out on
crystal lake
This is my life I will ever fail like
Charlie Manson did, get caught and went
to fucking jail
Published 30th Apr 2012
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22nd Jul 2012 10:05pm
Hidden under all the anger and semi-violent concepts is a fine poet, who is consistent, progressive and logical. It's difficult to write a poem, like the one above, from a logical point of view. I know, because I've tried. But you succeed. Great job. But do you really want to "get caught and (go to) fucking jail? That last line doesn't harmonize with the rest of the poem. For what it's worth (not much) I'd drop the entire line, unless for some reason the protagonist in the poem scares the poet so much something as illogical (the rest follows a kind of logic) as going "to fucking jail" is even desirable.
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