well i recently downloaded a beat, Jay Z-meet the parents instrumental, and it made me come up with a whole story. sit back and enjoy. listen to it while you read this, if you can get tha beat.

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6 line minimum, unlimited max.
first to 5 votes.
the 3-0 rule is in effect.
no crew votes, dickrydin, hatin and etc.

Can you see the scars on my flesh/ the blood forced from my veins/
Near-fatally wounded, prayin for the end of this pain/
My spirit floats in preparation for my ascension to Christ/
But the mind of a survivor keeps me attached to this life/
Because of my many enemies, my head comes wit a price/
Someone almost cashed in on it recent, in a lyrical fight/
Locked in battle, I battled her, mistook her for trife/
She looked to be nice, till she revealed a blade in her lines/
Stabbed me slashed at me, the attack admittedly had me/
In a state of near death, till I waited for death gladly/
But the pain of loss was used to my advantage/
And granted me another life, left on this earth still standing/
Now I stand reanimated, walking a breathing corpse/
The crow soaring above me, keeping my eyes on this doll/
The grave awaits the weak, like bed sheets to the tired, for that I never sleep/
Prepared my death bed in the throne, where my head will rest in peace/
I entered into her room, crept up the crow on my shoulder/
Began to unfastened my weapon of choice from it’s holster/
Post up by the head of her bed, caressed her head and her neck/
She sleepin so peacefully, unknowing in short moments she’s dead/
Clamped one hand on her mouth, silenced her screams/
Ripped her clothes off of her body, while takin the belt off from my jeans/
Saw the tears rolls from her pupils, watched her plead with her eyes/
I could hear the pain in her voice, when I penetrated her thighs/
Remorseless, I violated and raped her/
Saw her wishing that the fate of non existence would take her/
So many things flashed in my mind, while I muffled her speech/
Now rippin vaginal tissue, her midsection begins to bleed/
Not givin a fuck about wut monster she believes me to be/
She struggled beneath me so I beat her repeatedly with the handle part of the heat/
Felt her breath on my neck, her legs clamped around my back/
Salty tears dirty my shirt, she pleads for me to get back/
I finished, jumped off her quick/ reacted simple as this/
“Remorse is only for the weak, for you I’m saving a clip.”
Yanked her to her feet, brought knuckles down on her skin/
Broke her jaw with pistol whip, and continued till she wus bloody and ripped/
She stood fists clenched barely able to stand/
As I stood in front of her, smile on my face, pistol placed in my hand/
Wasted her in eight shots, smoke escaping my gun/
I walked next to her body, bloodied knocked over and hunched/
Knelt beside her, etched the crows name in her chest/
Pressed my lips to hers, simulating the kiss of death/