Revenge

Just recently lost a friend to domestic violence so I felt compelled to write about it after months and months of ill feelings built up as a result of this situation...

They say its not healthy to hate so let’s bluntly state how sick I am

I mean if to hate you equates to being ill, then refer me to an oncologist to radiate this cancer  my heart feels

Although this form of cancer I’d live with for life, and call me sick again for attempting to murder you with this knife

My hatred is so progressed, I struggle everyday to progress the way Fredrerick Douglas stressed

He stressed a positive, I stress a negative, and I’m not ashamed like that mess Usher confessed

I stress this hate heavier than obese elephants emphasize weight

I flavor my hate like weedheads fill Mary Jane with enhance high concentrated lace

I amp it up higher than the uproaring gasoline raised rates

I spotlight your abomination with nauseating aches

I repulse your vanity with loathing disgrace

My disease craves for the dismemberment of your face

I spit this fiery venom with malignancy and haste

I wish to convert plaques of tissue to blood splattered paste

No worries, I will amend the brutality you just caked on my girl's face like icing topped sickle celled tattooed berries, you just wait

You’re gonna target the day you first decided to draw back your hand and label it the day you lost the breath of life as a man

Please understand I’m transfiguring your manhood from the little train that could, to the little man turned bitch that once stood

I’m going straight hood to avenge the body that you hammered like wood

Nailing 6 inch deep scars the way an Afred Hitchcock psychopath’s axe should

Your uppercuts thrashed more heavy than Katrina did those levies 

Crushing arteries into veins like a construction worker being compressed by a crane

Or a Taliban target being demolished by a hi-jacked plane

Or constricting a tree bark down to a microscopic grain

Or blasting 17 automatic bursts of metal shells to the brain

You will regret the day that into her life your sorry ass ever came

Cause the demolition man this hatred targets aint leaving no organic remains

I’m bout to remake the motion picture of Dawn of the Dead and claim my Hollywood Fame

Based on a true story, first horrific reality show to air a corpse blowing up in flames

And celebrating that shit by putting it on display at the Guggenheim Museum in Spain

My hatred for you is so insane it’s more loco than the membranes of the cypress hill gang

So yea I’m sick, cause I hate you but that aint’ gon change

But you aint got nobody but yourself to blame

So point the finger at you, cause your soul is already pinned on the bruised powdered donkey’s ass

Hell hath seen no fury to this woman’s scorned glass

Broken to bleed in your skin to symbolize the pieces of permanent scars that your fatal attraction carved in

And take heed to this final message that I feed, like Evie E, even with me going this vengeful route

You’ll never understand what our love was all about