I wake up gasping, not laughing, tears stained my face, feels like a Gatling, went chakaka, and a shot-a-shot-a me like a Grenada see, in my mama, please, not anatha siege on me! They kick me while I'm down, I'd stand my ground, but standin's next to impossible right now, wait, impossible left, swing my fist to the left, ****, I started a battle, I can only doggy paddle when it comes to fight, I might skiddadle, but no im a snake, I've got my rattle, striking cattle I don't need a saddle, I'll ride away after I win the battle! That's my whole life story, of depression an glory, it's quite gory unless you're ignoring internal battles with poor-me, then I realize other people face harsher, catch a bullet from the Marshall, the heammorage is partial, yet I evade away from existence for instince death always seems instant until you reenlisted an the bullet's ass/ you kissed it, then get your wrists slit, an if no one gets this, then I'm still alive an I attempt to thrive to survive in my 0 degree self, self help, go fuckin help yoself
Where's my fuckin soldier when I need it, this is deep ****, here's a glock, please keep it, like a flock of geese with, my own ideas in pieces, they fly away! Hey! I need this! Come back, I'll give you a Reece's!?
Forget it I'll restart, I'm still an untoasted poptart, an empty unused shop cart, an now you've gotta fart, oops shart, thou shalt never part? Throw that away, I need better lyrics I say! This begins an ends today! Even eminem will say, that all of them can mold like clay. Including me
Where's my soldier? I need you!
I see you!
I plead you!
My greed's a fluke
But my creed's true!
Don't want it to be, do you?
Well then peace dude.
This is not a feat, I can be beat, I ain't Leeds or a pet store sellin treats, and parakeets, I'm Wrathe, my rap flights never delay, and are never one way. I've rap battled with greats, was settin out baits, for rappers who hates, well how you Like my .28? Bang bang, start the race at the gates, my race, rap race, my face, untied, shoelace, fall side, too late, I died, disgrace... Some would say lol,
Or lmao, I'll eat you with mayo, so shut up you gayo, hey whoa, what a payload, don't make me equal weight with a pavelow! Next page below, next one Wrathe wrote, another way to tow, with eight toes and eight toads, all over your co. Ha, you fucked with Wrathe so what didn't you know?
I found my soldier inside me
Gave back all the depression that I was hiding
Another ghost sighting
Was really me fighting
To do my own thing
And keep writing
With force of two suns colliding
And my side affects, subsiding
Yet these are just words in a song that I'm tryin
Lolfucked you guys
I made that this morning to use at my DISposal (see what I did there?)
Next one I'll make on the spot (which I did with this one)