so I ate their bait and made their death stage
I'm no fish but these haters really do stink
let them smell the essential aura of my pen's ink
hell will freeze when I start to write a verse
Melted ice make my sleeves tight while I reherse
no lose in sight winning seems to be my only option
choose left or right I will still solve this problem
each sentence will sentence them to be tortured
locked up behind my sick bars I wrote with no cure
With some starving voltures flying above their heads
Instead of death they see wite doves drawn with lead
They have been send to prison 'cause they jammed
like a defect forty-seven pausing when attacked
so they do burn in the source of my heads chamber
no full magazine is needed to hit these haters
I don't need five mics one is more then enough
they do strive like Ike to destroy the love
They seem to stress and tend to question me
I bless the paper with a contagious quest I breath
Hate or don't hate I think I take my chances
I grab some paper and engrave it with stanzas...
Feedback would be appreciated, especially on the structure
