You weakly swallow, bite your tongue and meekly follow. All the other victims of this horseman from the sleepy hollow. Sit helpless, as all your hopes and dreams are torn asunder. There will be no escape from these heavy arms I put you under.
Stick my foot so far up your ass, that my shoe gets a spit shine
I spit rhymes, with sick lines. From a certifiably sick mind.
Everyday I eat spiders, and drink the blood of a hobo.
So fucking sexy when I'm flexing my two gun mojo.
And no man alive can survive my dual pistols.
So "holy christ!" big, the clip's holding cruise missles.
Just because I never mention guns, don't assume.
This street fighter won't be packing fireballs, that sonic boom.
8 million ways to die, and I'm a fan of all styles.
A clown who cries on the inside, outside it's all smiles.
You won't hear my crying about my momma, that's none of your business bitch.
I just constantly run tracks, 24 hour fitness shit.
Get me near a microphone instantly, I get an itch to spit.
You pitch a fit pissed, you even heard it. Go and slit your wrists.
Cause you're pretty fucking useless to a guy like me.
I've got an urge to show you how abusive I can be.
Two tears in a bucket, if nobody's right with me.
If you're a hater there's a huge fucking knife with me.
I don't have shit to lose. Don't believe me? Come test me.
If you bite and manage to swallow, it's still hard to digest me.
My hate gauge goes to twelve, then I SHELL out bucks.
The attendant who's here to serve you jealous fucks.
And chump, what I got in this pump ain't unleaded.
Leave your dashboard with little bits of your skull imbeded.
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Submission Name: Heavy Arms
