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Hey kid
written by Genocide Reaper08:56 AM 4/3/05Pretend all you want kid.
To be better than me.
Take a look at these hands.
Gaze upon the hard worked rough skin.
Look into the eyes of a man.
A man that will not only beat you into another world.
But will take a chunk of flesh from your face.
Just so you’ll know your fucking place.
I’m not alive today.
To do things your way.
I was raised to be a leader.
Taught to never hide in a corner.
Made to not get mad.
But get mean!
If you think you can beat me.
Your living in a fucking dream.
Use your meaningless words all you wish.
I’ll rip out your heart, little bitch.
Walking forward.
I can shoot a pattern six inches wide without aiming.
I can walk circles around animals that can hear you a mile away.
I’ve trudged through briars and men.
I’ve done more in a day then you could in a week.
I might not be as book smart.
But let me enlighten you.
In a grueling fight I’ll tear your frail ass apart.
Your weapon is arrogance.
Mine is violence.
And natural intelligence.
A damn good bit of my knowledge,
Comes from experience.
Face to face.
I’d let you swing your best.
In the end, I’ll be the one pounding my foot onto your chest.
Hell BOY!
I’ll even let you put me to the test.
You can try to find a bunch of thugs dumb enough,
to try and lay me to rest.
But when the smoke clears, and the gun fire cease.
They’ll all be dead.
On the ground they’ll bleed.
Money is your power, and ambition mine.
man to man, you’d come to find,
That I’m the mountain you’d never climb.
I’m the storm that won’t subside.
I’m the onslaught that brings the slaughter.
I’m the Hell-bent warrior, shredding your barrier.
I’m a real man motherfucker.
So feel free to talk your shit.
In reality, we all know, its me you will never beat. |
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