Kill me, now or never!
Impale me, what’re you waiting for?
I’m ready, I won’t wait forever, ah nevermind you took too long.
Not strong enough, don’t you get the hitman after, here I come from the rafters.
Some part of me said no, though I don’t listen, I’m still hitting.
Still I am a fighter, it’s in my blood, what you had before, for nothing now.
I have it in my head already, somebody you call to splatter my walls? Doesn’t matter!
Hopeful letters, planning to destroy me, please you toy me, erase my voice.
You don’t have a choice now, get your boys to pulverise me, terrorise me.
But I’ll survive these, I can write thesis-full documentaries on how you failed me.
Mind’s at a stalemate, can’t move, you choose your ending, sending me now or never.
Best you decapitate me, before it’s too late.
I’m screaming at night, not fright from dreaming of you scheming to bite my throat.
White-eyed like the ice that sank the big boats, I screamed in anger really.
Besides, why should I even try to fight it? I accepted my fate, just had to wait.
I paid my dues, made me lose myself too but, then again. I’ve lost it all so I could win.
Might’ve missed the loaded me, but my power never whitered, always spit it hot.
Told you what you got? Time given to plot, to make my rhyming a living Hell.
Well, bold to assume you had the better bars in the room. Might let you know already.
Under the confetti, I had your bars locked once you celebrated, said he already made it.
After it all settled, melodies of you faded into obscurity.
I’ve done my share of fiending for what’s not there, it goes on longer than bear hibernating.
I sleep through drama, not scared of death because death fears me.
What’s left, hear me? No one is brave enough to say I’m wrong so I took both directions.
Move units, sections, and packs to extinction. Not the ground, there’s a distinction.
One can grow once not in the spotlight, another one is simple, out of sight, mind, and time.
I can die on a high note, like Do Rae Me. But I still live so, you all hate me.
Play it blindly whenever you rate me, saying you’re pious but you’re biased on the truth.
Say that a “kind exterior is superior”, but you fear all the real honest rest of them.
But for me? I’m two people, be careful who you speak to, share your secrets to.
Because once you believe me, I’d leak it to enemies, depending on who beefs who?
So kill me now, before I kill you.
