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Poetic Assassin
A poetic assassin, spitting versus like acid,
Dissolving the page and unleashing my rage,
Blowing purple haze, trying not to OD like Jimi Hendrix at an early age,
Hatred builds, imposing my will,
Codename Auschwitz, Ill bring you to your knees like Colin Kaepernick,
Storyteller extraordinaire, my words catch fire like Micheal Jackson hair,
Chasing millions, tighten the noose call me Robin Williams,
My rhymes packs a punch like a slug to the face, call me Kurt Cobain,
Leave my enemies with a broke back, like Heath Ledger I induce heart attacks,
Im worst then the mafia, Ill have you on a permanent vacation like Jimmy Hoffa,
Like aids Im deadly, dont believe me ask Freddy Mercury,
Tragedy begins, like Whitney Houston Ill leave you floating in the shallow end,
Todays society is way too PC, Ill attack your nervous system like Muhammad Ali,
Raise a fist and the anger spreads like ovarian cyst,
Cancerous to the brain call me John McCain,
Like the cartel Ill leave a decapitated corpse on your porch and ring the doorbell,
Ruthless aggression, say hello to my friends...Smith and Wesson,
End up on the wrong end of my knife, Ill bastard your kids and widow your wife,
The Catholic church and NAMBLA working hand and hand to help the boy become a man,
Like John Gotti Im a boss, Ill eradicate your family like the holocaust,
Some people say my poetry is offensive, great news...you aint gotta listen,
Just practicing my freedom of speech, so your opinion... means jack to me.
Heart & Soul
Kane
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