No more jokes.

I don't usually write music like this, If you read close its something that a gangster would write, Speaking about guns and s**t like that. Ive never wrote anything like that before. so here you are.

You think that i'm a joke do you see me joking,

We will see who is the joker when your neck is broken,

I'll open your skull now that you have crossed me,

I'll leave you organless like a f*****g autopsy,

Watch me!

And then watch what happens,

I'll leave you crying, begging to the f*****g Samaritans,

No medicines will help you relieve your pain,

When i cut the main veins that are arteries to ya brain,

I'm insane, crazy and completely relentless,

So when you listen to this track you'll just know that i meant this,

Ill end this now without no trace of conscience,

I don't feel guilt so don't think its nonsense,

In one sense i suppose it is a good thing,

In the other sense i'm still thinking the same thing,

Cos i don't have no issues about feeling regret,

And i also prove that fact that i'll go further than a threat,

Someones come to assist me, You don't wana piss me off,

It's chocking on these bullets and its ready cough,

And blow your head off with one pull a finger,

Leave no left overs cos every bullet is in ya,

CYA!!!,

So much for being a badman,

You ain't that big when your filled with more holes and an Afgan,

I smash man to the ground with no remorse,

Cos they talk that s**t about me so they end up as a corps,

Which walks along with the memories of my enemies,

If these bullets was coupons i'd always be spending these,

My tendencies with a gun is hardly innocent,

Cos if a f****r starts s**t i'll instantly finish'Em,

And diminish'Em,

So their not existence,

Don't believe me? Take a look at this C**T!,

Not the slightest guilt felt,

Cos the second that you f**k with me your cards have been dealt,

If you push me or touch me,

Then it f*****g must be,

The end of your life so say "Good Bye" p***y,

Trust me,

You'll be more than 6 foot deep,

If you didn't know ILL SHOW YOU WHAT THE F***S BEEF,

DON'T SPEAK,

Mother f****r i'll kill you,

Don't think that i won't do it cos i will do,

I'm through with all this chit chatter,

And s**t that don't matter,

I'll put this gun to some good and make your blood splatter,

F**k your family members and all your friends around ya,

I'll make sure that in 10 years time no mother fuckers found ya,

You can scream for help or beg me to stop your bound to,

But it is your fault you attack first this is my counter,

You can cry all you like but you won't get no sympathy,

Its funny when your lives on the line but you think of things differently,

Things could of been different if you wasn't so hooked on dissing me,

You fucked with me, And failed to see,

That i'll come back EVENTUALLY! 

Author's Note

Please Comment Your Thoughts. I've never wrote music like this before...