Just Another Bullet

• Is it just another bullet, trigger finger itchin, just pull it/
• Entering forehead, splatter out the back like a mullet/
• I've got my hands on an M16, the M is for mouth/
• Every sentence I shout, is like a presidential bout/
• Straight mud slangin, blood drainin, like a leaky spout/
• I thought I was bein deep but clearly she's freakin out/
• I had the white flag up, tagged up, with my insignia/
• Guess I'm just Caligula, in the battle field sinister/
• But I wasn't trying to offend, she tells me "Don't pretend!"/
• So my friend, is this the end? Ventilated segregation/
• Negligence and separation, I guess my Mouth 16/
• Is like a weapon waiting, aint no reperations/
• Just connect to hatred, reelect a savior, see ya later/
• Turned into 'dont even do me a favor,' if love is a labor/
• This is the pink slip, and with it a chalice of your tears/
• Hear that malice and callous fallacies actualizing in your ears/
• How appetizing and dear, fraternizing with peers, capsizing/
• A lotta math riding on this equation, at last residing in meditation/
• If the pattern is battered better change it, or roll it and blaze it/
• Flagrant operator engaged to danger, aint nothing stranger/
• Than realizing something later, that was obvious/
• My esophagus is like an armored truck, box you up/
• My mouth is just a musket, gun powder in the cuspis/
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• And this is just another bullet, just another full clip/
• Just another set of words for you to misinterpret/
• When in the heat of the moment, I cook the opponent/
• For me, open is apparently throwin bows in/
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• Just another missile, keepin it official, listen/
• Once you set it flying, aint no time for revisions/
• Just hope it hits the target you desired when your' spittin/
• And be aware of precarious interpretations of the sentence/
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• Pulled the three five seven, six shooter, out the holster/
• Tucked it by my side, as I started to creep over/
• Peeking around walls, dark as night, like I'm sleepin over/
• Gotta keep composure, legs straight like keepin sober/
• Every step is like a hundred seconds of slowly leanin forward/
• Forward and back, like a torrent of raps, I see my target/
• Dot on the map, raise my weapon, center of sight/
• Riddled with fright, and sometimes a bit of delight/
• Nighty night, slide pointer finger up, to add you to my index/
• Wether forehead or in chest, it's fresh, like cleanin with windex/
• Pull back and watch the hammer snap like a poetry clap/
• Regret consumes my grasp, but it is too late for that/
• In fact, the syntax blast, shattered the glass as it passed/
• Through the heart, blood starts to flow, not even a triple bypass/
• Could surpass the damaged she has incurred, murder in the verse/
• It's a curse, pulling the trigger the very next instance /
• wishin to reverse the decision/
• My voice is a sub machine, here to create a bloody scene/
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• And this is just another bullet, just another full clip/
• Just another set of words for you to misinterpret/
• When in the heat of the moment, I cook the opponent/
• For me, open is apparently throwin bows in/
•  
• Just another missile, keepin it official, listen/
• Once you set it flying, aint no time for revisions/
• Just hope it hits the target you desired when your' spittin/
• And be aware of precarious interpretations of the sentence/

Reviews

[Confuser]

Thought it was great; free flowing - enjoyed it a lot, great rhyming, great wrap. Forget about the wonderful metaphors; please keep writing - you definitely have a lot of talent. Great work. Thank you so much.