Show up and drill her so hard,
she won't walk easy for some weeks, see,
I ain't a man, more a monsta',
Body bags are my currency.
I don't do business wit' meetin's,
more like a Glock and cheap whiskey,
and when ya wife start to miss me,
I give a call, don't go easy,
Show up and drill her so hard,
she won't walk easy for some weeks, see,
I ain't a man, more a monsta',
Body bags are my currency.
I'm just an evil controller,
And I don't need to be older,
Or more mature, or to grow up,
This s**t here suits me just fine, bruv,
Rulin' wit' fear and a mob,
Line by line, makin' people distraught,
Killin' your words with these verses first,
Then causin' emotional problems and hurt.
NB. This was an experiment, it's quite violent, and my normal style is nothing like this, but it's good for example to anybody who wants to write this kind of thing, or even as a study to show you how to rhyme words. The content isn't really what's important, it's consistency and progressiveness.
Your stand out lines for me were;
'Keeping it real as my own individual,
Putting words to paper like a camp fire ritual.
Just try to word it all better ie.
As I let my mind go, the rhymes start to flow
Like a dream world, I ain't miserable,
Just keeping it real as my own indivudual
I'm putting words to paper like it's a camp fire ritual