Angry Rap...

As i stand on the corner looking out at the street,
you'd be helluva surprised who i'd think that i'd meet.
It's him that damn f***er, enemy no. 1,
i holler at the b**t**d
you better get ready to run!
i reach for my pocket and pull out a .45,
so you better run fool if you wanna stay live.

the voices in my head, them talking to me,
one tells me i should make this f*** history.
the other one says that's not how it should be,
if you do stuff like this you'll never walk free.

don't act, better think twice,
cos you're gonna regret when you pay the price. (x2)

i think to myself i can blow out his brains,
and let them damn birds just eat his remains.
better to do something and do it well...
then again we'd probably end up together in hell.

that thought strikes my mind and i'm like 'awww f***'
thinking about consequences sure as hell sucks.
i put my gun in my pocket, chase him real quick,
catch up to the b**t*rd and give his balls a good kick.

don't act, better think twice,
cos you're gonna regret when you pay the price. (x2)

don't act, better think twice,
cos some things ain't worth the sacrifice (x2)

as i walk back to the corner, to that bit of the street,
i think to myself 'man that was sweeet'.
i walk and i whistle, to "Gangsta's Paradise"
and congratulate myself i didn't take emeniem's advice*

-fin-

*note: i think emeniem's advice would've probably been to kill him. but i'm not saying Mr Mathers condones it. it's just something in his songs. i listen to rap a lot (as you can tell).

p.s. you know you've got the writing thing in you when you can wake up in the morning and this stuff just comes out.