Thread: merc with a pen

So I'm back at the crib, and my phone blows up
I get a text from Mario, and reply "LOLWUT?"
He's jealous cause he can die in one hit
Everyone wants to be a Belmont, cause they respect the whip
Then he goes on yapping about dream he had
and when he woke up he was really mad
Bowser was back and he was wrecking his pad
And all I wanted to do was chill out and watch the game
but he wanted to complain about losing his dame
I said "at least you got one", and things got worse
Some maiden chick rolled up and said "you've got Dracula's curse"
I remember saying I raped him, but I wasn't being literal
then she told me that "the course isn't physical
It's metaphysical and stop being cynical,
you're so Identical"
"To who" I replied,
Her: "It doesn't even matter cause he's no longer alive"

Me: “lady you’re tripping, stop sipping on that Hen”

Her: “Just assemble is body parts, and kill him again”


So I took a garlic bath, got dressed and hit the streets
Popped “vampire killer” the deck, It's time to knock out Drac’s teeth
I traveled towns, haunted caves, cemeteries and swamps
Fighting zombies, mermen, and other dark chumps
Wrecked Carmilla’s Mask and bought Death to his knees
I stocked up on holy water, and Drac was breeze
I let my guard down when I paid my last respects
And a bony little hand grabbed my ankle and caught wreck.

Echoes of old foes squashed between the insoles
From a home I once roamed, with steady as tempo
Bound by the void of the black instrumental
Ten fold by ten fold it grew incremental
I watch it all become something monumental
and transcend the simple steps of the kendo
Another byproduct from the genes from the ken folk
“This is my story” If I wanted to keep it simple
But I digress from the stress that boils like a pimple
And toil for the spoils of the wars that I’ve been to
Prophesied analyzed since the genesis began with this
Idealized realized and ran with this they demanded it
handled it, stayed bright in the dark, because my candles lit
brambles split the delicate testaments of the unfit illiterate
not to be confused with the illegitimate tenements
housing the lost causes, flaws that were unwarranted
informative histories reflecting the faces of the tormented
conformitive tastes was something I was never born with
scorned with a fate that I am destined to be adorn with