Writing rhymes

I be writing these rhymes,

Dropping the undead like I’m Rick Grimes,

Walking through the deathly fields,

Passing by all those who choose to yield,

Putting pressure on everyone who holds up a shield,

I stab, slash, and clash with the demons,

They calling my name from the underworld like I’m their favorite heathen,

Standing by the sands of time I keep goin,

In a never ending battle I fight with death,

The Reaper following until my last breath,

I’ll keep writing and writing until I can’t rest,

Making songs til I know I’m the best,

Keep the switch in your pockets,

Your girl got a picture of me inside her locket,

I be playing with the devil til I’m stuck in his cage,

Playing cards with the devil but imma take the stage,

I be writing these rhymes,

Dropping the undead like I’m Rick Grimes,

Walking through the deathly fields,

Passing by all those who choose to yield,

Putting pressure on everyone who holds up a shield,

I stab, slash, and clash with the demons,

They calling my name from the underworld like I’m their favorite heathen,

Standing by the sands of time I keep goin,

Took my soul and sold it for a pretty profit,

All these other fools in the click couldn’t cop it,

Down with the darkness cuz I can’t get my mind off it,

Running wild with the shadows I’ll never stop it,

In the whip and I crashed it,

Breathing fresh air when I shouldn’t have it,

Mean what I say and say what I mean,

Down the road at 120 only the wreckage and blood to clean,

I be writing these rhymes,

Dropping the undead like I’m Rick Grimes,

Walking through the deathly fields,

Passing by all those who choose to yield,

Putting pressure on everyone who holds up a shield,

I stab, slash, and clash with the demons,

They calling my name from the underworld like I’m their favorite heathen,

Standing by the sands of time I keep goin,