Prophetess' Revenge by: Jaay Dee Kayy
Couldn't think of another way to start this verse,
Without thinking about how perverse,
These niggas be, wanna quench that thirst,
By any means, put themself first;
These rabid niggas, y'all sick in the brain,
Wanna pull the trigger, put an end to the pain,
If I kill this nigga, am I inhumane?,
So I trigger finger click, Imma go insane;
Don't bitch up now, crying ain't gon work, B,
Wasn't crying in the nighttime when you hurt me,
Getting my revenge for the times that they don't see,
All the sleepless nights, wouldn't stop til the morning;
Fuck what you sayin', ain't nothing gon' stop it,
Don't close your eyes when I pull back and cock it,
Put a bin of propane in a fucking cockpit,
Light a blunt, drop it, your time ticking on the clock bitch,
Now you wanna say an apology,
Reason for his life, but I'm practicing misology,
Trynna buy time, but what's happening is bound to be,
Mark my words, Prophetess with the prophecies
AHHHH!
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Personal betrayal and revenge, grounded in autobiographical anger and hurt.
Dense rapid-fire ideas: violence, betrayal, revenge, insanity compressed tightly throughout.
Intensely dark: rage, violence, murder fantasies, psychological breakdown throughout.
Explosive aggressive voice: violent imagery, rapid rhymes, profanity, final scream punctuation.
Approximately 24 lines; falls in 16-30 range.
Metaphors (propane/cockpit), personification, vivid violent imagery, some symbolic language.
Pure lyric confessional voice; internal emotional state dominates throughout.
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