Back OffA Poem by Declan CooneyOriginally wrote this as a "battlerap" to go drill a f****n hole in my ex's boyfriend's head, but just revisited it lately cause I had a dream that I spat a freestyle in front of 18,000 people. It needed a third stanza, now it has one. AUDIO NOW AVAILABLYou better mark every word spittin off of your lips Or I’ma bag you and drag you into an unforeseen ditch Drench you with gas and create open flame Screamin’ “I’ll kick your teeth in, if you mention her name!” Tell you you’re gonna die, like Hitler and his wife Burning in the hatred of what’s thought to be right Creating and composing your illiterate dreams I split you like Vishnu, guarding my triad of rings I’m passed you in ethics, morals, and thoughts But I harbor more hate than gangsters shoot at cops So don’t see my violence as a phlegmatic threat Cause you know I will grip you and put blades to your neck I’m not the passive, aggressive, silent teen you once saw My existence is unscripted, primal, and raw I’m different, divided, and remiss to the law Splitting every f*****g straw that I draw But why should you care, you’re in a hole, soaked in death Here’s a lit match and a gun, now try and choose your own death Neglect any conception of trying to ascend I release all my fury with the might of the pen Just know you must respect that which you can’t comprehend And f****n’ with that balance will bring your imminent end I’m tempted with redemption, every damn day Infected with recklessness, what can I say? Twisted and yet enlisted into this mysterious ring Of violent emotions that persuade me to scream And rip some sick lyrics that are intended burn Leaving you nauseous, I scar you like cancer I’ll be your disease, killing you slow You’ll wish you had an end like that f*g in the hole You’ll recant your relations, and repeat to me your life While I’m smiling, not listening, sharpening my knife You misread my messages and transpose them to lies You wanna threaten my family? Look me in the eyes And tell me what you want to do, how you’ll f**k with my blood I’ll beat your bare knuckles, suffocate you in mud And teach y’all the lesson, you should’ve know from the start Keep your distance from my fam, and don’t you dare f**k with my heart Neglect any conception of trying to ascend I release all my fury with the might of the pen Just know you must respect that which you can’t comprehend And f****n’ with that balance will bring your imminent end In the end, you forget the middle, climax and start You forget the conflict, rising action, the art You thought you wrote the novel, but you’re stuck in the plot You thought that I would grovel, but I put you in my spot Now I write upon your destiny, with a heavy lettered hand Should I take all you love? Or just turn you to sand? So you can know for eternity what its like to be low Stepped on, kicked around, melted and blown Know how it feels to be in pieces, and never to be loved Know what its like to feel small, and never once thought of You toyed with my malevolence and received what you deserved I issued my animosity and righteously observed I am beyond solving conflict, and defining details Any action is obsolete and ultimately destined to fail So I fire one warning shot into this tank of propane And leave you to renew your life as a flame Neglect any conception of trying to ascend I release all my fury with the might of the pen Just know you must respect that which you can’t comprehend And f****n’ with that balance will bring your imminent end © 2008 Declan CooneyAuthor's Note
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Added on October 23, 2008 Last Updated on November 12, 2008 AuthorDeclan CooneyPhoenix, AZAboutMy name is Declan Cooney, I've lived in Phoenix, Arizona all my life. I was born on July 18th 1990. I love rap, rock, and hip hop, however, I still enjoy all types of music. I write about my life most.. more..Writing
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