I got a lotta dreams but this is a difficult one
I shoot em with stories with a mythical gun
Ink bloodbath i spray em with paragraphs
I got more shells than the whole sea has
Sawed off stories with blood it's so gory
But the pens the only weapon in dirty laboratory
I got clips full of periods, commas, and dramas
I'll end your history like Fukuyama
With verbs and adjectives I'm angrily blasting
The mag spit blasphemous putting angels in caskets
My sniper scope shooting out poetry and stanzas
To give a head shot to the hopeless propaganda
I'm involved with, 6 shooter revolvers
Full of nouns, vowels, verses, bars, and sonnets
AK in my left hand, uzi in my right
Blasting constant consonants all through the night
A desert eagle with 8 stories about to take flight
A bazooka with a fable, the bread and the dog bite
ARs in the school but we don't get the lesson
A death cult with violent metaphors we're obsessed with
Allegories of hate will always keep expressing
A country built on genocide, slavery, oppression
The pen or the sword, the pen made the nuke
The pen can manifest the evil that we do
The pen can write the good, the pen can write the bad
My pen just writes the truth, it's all that i have