Ether (need feedback / advice)
(Fast-paced, twista style)
You gotta problem?
You'd better come an' get me
Throw fists at me
Don't just stand there and talk shit at me
Don't bring me just a little bit of beef
Bring the whole damned squad
You know not how fast I'll squash it
So rapidly I'll bust shots
I sho got yo ass runnin from me
So frantically
Sad to see
It'll be a tragedy to your family
Wheneva you see me runnin down the street
You betta believe me, I'ma be packin heat
Uniquely, I'll leave you layin behind my backseat
And yo fecies remainin on the concrete
You'll be prayin to God
I wont be savin a shot
For close range from my glock
Like it or not
I swear to you and sign on the dotted line
I got more bullets than any cheat code you find
I vow and promise, I'll dissolve this
Like its a crime of passion
The difference is, all slugs are goin in one ass-end
And I just keep on blastin away
At this battered bastard's body thats decayin
Masquaradin the skin by
Bullets penetratin your face
Trigga-finga itchin again
So I begin, pullin, the car over wit haste
Replace the clips
To blaze in fits
In case you get
Amazin Grace type shit
An yo bitch-ass convulses
Natural impulses
But still I gotta devulse and
Depulse you
Like I shoulda done did do
in order to
Control this inner rage to
Keep my head up out of a daze
Thats making me crazy
Your death awaiting will not phase me
My anger encaged
Has been locked away
For days upon days
Until it grew hazy and crazy
Then released upon you
Lettin loose as soon
As we envisioned your face
Then cutting you up Jeffrey Dalmer style
Just to get a taste
To see if it was worth the while
I've enough incentive to smile
All the while I work
Replenishin my energy
and recentering my inner strength
Never to fade or let up
Maybe a bland mix that I made up
Throwin my blade up
serve this damned shit straight up
like fine cuisine
Cause I fien when I'm mean
On a page or on a stage I gleam
And shine on
So obsolete, I'm almost antique
But I thrive on
Strivin on
Comin on back
like a freakish trend
An' I'm Zeke, never to be bleak again
Takin extra steps
to belate an' X the preps
Like I was 10 again
Killin little army men
So I'm callin the shots this time
Windin you down like a bottle of Crown
And an 8 ball of downed coke lines
Swallow and drowned
No hesitation to fall bound
By a huge find of provoked crimes
Just know I'm
Full of nothin but non-lies
Wit no alibies
But many enemies to scrutinize me
Pushin me to the brink of abusin my own health
My known stealth is becoming of me
Suddenly going from nothing at all
To growing twenty-pound balls
Being used to be melting your beat
Caused by an unbearing heat of fury
Time for all you muthafuckas to meet
The master of this
Time for all you bastards to kiss
My white ass after this witty ass shit
Makin you "Get Jiggy Wit It"
But not in a Will-y Smith fit
Or when Milli Vanilli didn't do it
I'm doin it well
Redefinin rap, persuin it
Losin fits from within my own style
Justa prove to you I can do it and make it worth the while
Tongue twistin your style
While you still in denial
That I can whoop your ass with my words alone
In your face, or over the phone
No drones ova here
No queers neither, but I'll still fuck your ass up
Faster than Dre and Em wit a bottle of Ether
What do you think?
I know I rhymed crazy with crazy, but I couldn't think of anything else without drastic revisions
Any feedback is welcome, helpful criticism will be a plus
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