Basically this was a text battle that I converted into an audio...
It's just me and what I think of...
I'm Drew and I write poetry & I'm getting into making songs...my key here is elevation.
Story behind the song
It was a text battle on a different website
Lyrics
Yo, I'm a sick and twisted mass murderer, call me the bone collector//
Fill you up with so much lead, you could be found beneath your grave by a metal detector//
Sadistic I am, leave a bloody pool once I remove your face like Hannibal Lecter//
I'll drain out everything inside ya body like a bee retrieving an immense amount of nectar//
Nothing you have will save you, I'll pierce ya vest and lash through ya neck protector//
All you see is me coming up on ya, I'm your ending image reflector//
Believe me these lyrics will give you incisions, I'm a painful internal organ disector//
Scorching you with this spit made of ether confusin' you this is the death battle deceptor//
After I leave you for dead you become mine, I'm the dark soul interceptor//
This is a horror flick, these words will scar you for life like a child molestor//
Everywhere you look I'm constantly around, your mind I start to pester//
You are my next victim, I'm the shadowy black hade internal tester//
Chop you all up, my rhymes are like a blender, cuzz your body parts I will render//
I don't stop for no white flags, so once im at you theres no surrender//
You just a little fukkin' punk, while I'm ya back breakin' body bender//
This guy gettin' caught wearin' all pink starin' at men like he confused with his gender//
After being lyrically torched by these barz you can call me ya career ender//
I'm a hard ass trigger squeezer, believe me I'll leave ya soft and tender//
All styles of killing no mercy, I'll run ya ass over get ya face caught up in my fender//
Visiously ill and nasty minded, dark clouds above you I'm the death sender//
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