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ink spills blood - thatredhoodedguy lyrics

the only difference between a pen and a knife
is the lifespan of the wounds that it gives
my parker jotter’s out of ink
’cause the blood of the opposition is cheaper to refill

the metaphor’s murdered the *n*logy’s dead
they found lead poisoning in the poems i read
i’m writing these rhymes in the dark my hand is possessed
cramping like i got writer’s block in my chest
i’m a wordsmith for real not a tiktok mc who goes viral
you’re playing checkers i’m solving the poincaré conjecture in a spiral
my ink is a vial of venom extracted from king cobra’s fangs
every verse is a bullet fired from the ak*47 it hangs
on the wall of the booth—yeah i’m armed when i write
i bleed on the page just to show you the fire and the light
i’m the architect of pain the dr kevorkian of flow
and your whole career is a hospice where the numbers don’t grow

ink spills blood the paper’s a corpse
when the lyrical scalpel cuts deep there’s no remorse
ink spills blood the page is the floor
every stanza a crime scene knockin’ on horrorcore’s door
i’m drawing up blueprints for your final resting place
my pen is the weapon leaving red all over the sp*ce

they call me extreme a menace a lyrical sociopath
i just see weak emcees standing directly in my math
you get a fraction of the flow i get the infinite sum
i’m the reason the industry wakes up completely numb
i’m the unabomber of rap sending lyrical packages out
if it don’t explode on impact there’s nothing to talk about
you mention my name you get the b*2 bomber payload dropped
your little mixtape sounds like a zoom call that abruptly stopped
i’m sick and i need a physician but i’m too busy rhyming
i’m putting more holes in the game than the titanic was timing
my pen is sharp enough to cut through the matrix’s lies
and leave your future looking blurry like a deepfake in your eyes
ink spills blood the paper’s a corpse
when the lyrical scalpel cuts deep there’s no remorse
ink spills blood the page is the floor
every stanza a crime scene knockin’ on horrorcore’s door
i’m drawing up blueprints for your final resting place
my pen is the weapon leaving red all over the sp*ce

the quill’s retired the poison has been delivered
check the ink pot it ain’t ink anymore
it’s just guts and glycerin

- thatredhoodedguy lyrics

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