I need to get back to writing, back to when i found the pad inviting,
Back to rhyming with classic timing and making a rap exciting,
Back describing the graphic sightings of giant arachnids scrappin' Vikings,
A clash of titans between midgeots 'n piglets, just another tragic finding,
Catchin my teams captain fighting in traffic striking women with hockey sticks
I put my boot where he's body splits hard as a hook in the movie Rocky 6,
Angled acute to the flute 'n wobbly bits, probbly jizz he shoots as he promptly spits
Even more so I beat his torso with Godly kicks, took his tie and tied 'n locked his wrists
If you're prone to shock resist readin on, desist, defrain, cos what follows can stain,
I took him to my condo domain, where John Doe's da name and the motto is pain,
It's stock low on plain sorrow 'n shame, but if horrors ur game, then the lotto has came
Piled to the ceilings are the hollowed remains of all my previous tomorrow-less slain
To be continued..... (Work in progress)
