Johnny 6-feet: Doorway of time
Dialektz: internal waves (keystyle)
Katz. Frost: dipset anthem(ill freestyle)

this is the 3rd part of a text series of story verses that I started 2 years ago...I have part 2 on my comp...part 1 is lost somewhere on the net lol...it was my favorite too...anyway here's the 3rd part, I have never posted it online before so I'm looking forward to the replies...


I woke up, feelin so sick, I felt myself fall into the pit//
rippin the spits when I picked up the mic how I saw fit//
tellin a story that's bloody n gorey, from my days of glory//
will u listen, for me..iight saturday night it started storming//
lightning bolts jetted like a chicken beheaded in armageddon//
it was my honeymoon but we already fucked at the weddin//
the storm was so bad I could see clearly even tho the lights were out//
when the lightning flashed I saw her ass, then I heard her shout//
looked down n saw blood pouring out of her mouth//
oh my god, I screamed as I saw this man sitting on the couch//
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, my wife lying on the floor//
but nobody will help, because of the do not disturb, sign on the door//
I'm crying once more, as a man with dreadlocks stares me in the eye//
he already took her life n now he's got me against the wall with the butcher knife//
n the only thing I can think of is how I didn't even get a nut when I fucked my wife//
this guy tho, was about 6 feet tall, with arms the size of pythons//
he said somethin that shook my spine, "the line, is what ya lifes on"//
he said that I stole his woman, but I've never met this guy//
but I could see the hate and a hint of fear when I looked in his eyes//
then i remembered, took away the black clothes n his new hair//
think about school, fuck yea, I remember this dude from there//
where he was kinda a nerd, I thought this was absurd//
how could he be with my bitch? in breathless words//
I think about it, maybe it's his bitch, my bitch don't exist//
or maybe it's not a bitch it's a kid with a dick that couldn't resist//
my thoughts raced as he had his shank against my face//
the blood trickles down..."yea mutha fucka how does that taste"//
with each taunting word I feel another cringe, n another balled fist//
this is all shit, I neva saw this, appalled, it's exactly what I'd call it//
with all my power I shoved him into the opposing wall and hit his head on the door//
I musta cut somethin cuz his blood began to pour as he fell n hit the floor//
he stood up quickly tho, but tried to hit me slow, I ducked, he hit the flo//
again, his skull is open, the artery right above his right eye is broke//
I held him against the glass, he looked at me n said my wife was a nympho//
I snapped, then snapped his neck n pushed him outa the 10th story window........

lemme know how feel it...

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