REVENGE
(LG Draft A.K.A Liam Guthrie)
I slide with no control in the section of my tray then ricochet like a homicidal pinball in mid play then come to lay in full display I'm the second largest of the set my big brothers in the kitchen sink still soaking wet
There's no point to bet it's garneted that I'm the first to jet
The sets oblivious to me its obvious that I'm the one stashed underneath the sleeve hugging wrist in the clutches of a young man in crime gang ties, done time, stone cold eyes, scars and grime
There's nothing realer built like a gorilla tattoo written on his hand that says I'm a k**er a savage the drawer slams behind me as I'm carried threw the hall pa**age
T-shirt tucked in hood up glancing one side to the opposite direction to make sure the neighbours on either side ain't checking coz I can hear the commotion of a car horn boasting the click of a door handle type motion
He sits down slams me on the dash as I spin around there's something going on there's something going down
What's happening their arguing it kick off
Their spitting their sh**ting their coming their getting the companies coming the contract is written
Their bodies are bitten their crying submission there's tears on their cheeks coz their weeping and smitten about their friend who came to his end
He was there from the start he was there to the end murdered late last night they were tipped off its time to fight
I'm sitting here in anguish there's a strong smell of weed and lots of hard language
I'm rolling five up middleman sandweged but so alert and aware focused on the job at hand like the praying mantis
The man to his left lip quivers every breath and on the back of his hand there's a line of c**aine as he snorts to numb the brain ease the pain he's every thing to loose and not a dam thing to gain
Life as a crook dribbling down the drain the vicious attack their about to commit could leave them all insane
Now the man on the right from the man in the middle I can't see his face but it he who roars revenge riddles
He's f**ing dead you hear me I'm gonna put this motherf**er to bed you feel me
They ain't gonna f** with this crew when were threw I've got nine inches of steel and I'm for real
This b**h is going down, down he's dead
The driver nods his head and says hell yea were almost there he make a left turn time to burn
The clocks ticking on a kicking a punk a** whipping a revenged friends tripping on the d**h of a friend his hearts ripping
He's still committing tear in his eye dripping
Tore apart f** the balaclavas ama start he needs to recognise look in to my eyes the mask less surprise ama terrorise f** him up big time dead or alive
We've parked under a streetlight the car engines now silent every thing silent
A misty orange glaze in the air cosing me to stare I'm unaware of what the plan is or what the scam is
There's two men either I feel helpless I've no control I think I've soled my sole but that ain't my fault some ones gonna have to pay the toll
Suddenly is on I'm choking constricted like a python I can barley breath
Its not clear yet but I can see the silhouette of a young man he gets a little closer then lifts his head and starts to run
The chase is on five men on one foxes and hound the man trip and hits the ground he's down
Black boots stamp and kick flare skin tare and rip strip blood spilling on the pavement drip, drip power packed punch plunge ten bells per hit
I'm swung back like a pirate ship at Aulton Towers full power venom and velocity there's nothing stopping me I'm properly damaging the organs in this badly beaten body
Please stop me the last strike I heard a bone crack then my tip snapped now I'm rushed down the street ten evil feet adrenalin rushing threw their system like h**n they gather in an ally next to double bins and grab a moment for their breath
Now the fun begins
They squabble and panic they've done more damage then planed and demanding that I be stashed buried deep in the gra** or thrown deep in the river where I will certainly drown
He says take me to a place where I will never be found
Blood congealed on the end of my steel I'm like a gay p**no tape no one wants to take me to be concealed this situations so serial for real
What's that from around the corner?
Police who warned them?
No time to thing I'm launched air born I'm spinning threw the sky like propellers on a spitfire higher and higher then hit the roof and stumble to the gutter then all I hear is feet scatter