My Words are like Weopons (Freestyle)

I'm sitting here, insulting you,
As usual though, you don't know what to do.
I use these words to attack,
Cos' I know, you can't think of any god damn comeback.
These words I'm Rappin',
Verbal, that's what I use to do my beatin',
Not physical, Can't be dealin' with all that hittin',
As I'm freestylin',
In my heart I know, I'm never gonna be slippin',
Cos as I rap, my pain is healin',
A sense of achievement is what I'm feelin',
To help me get over, the pressures of this world,
I have no one to love, care for or even hold.
Finally I get round to rippin' the s**t outta you,
So you can stay here and listen, cos you can't move.
You're to afraid,
Cos you know now, the price you've paid.
If you remember Ryan! You dissed me,
I want you to confront me, and give me your plea.
Why were you put on this earth,
Was it so you can tread on my turf.
And p**s me right off,
What's wrong? Are these words I'm rappin' to rough,
Go on, stand tall, be tough.
I'm not gonna let you go that easy,
That would be so sleazy.
I'm just lettin' you know that, I've had enough,
You try to act all big ‘n' buff.
Even if you run away,
You're still gonna pay.
For crossin' the line, and gettin' in my way,
I'm gonna track you down and nail ya,
And say to you that all your life, you've been such a failure.
I'll give you a beatin' that you so deserve,
That you'll be leavin', the scene in a hearse.
But you won't really be dead,
But instead.
You're amazed,
As well as dazed.
So quick, it happens,
You forget, My words are like Weapons.

By Jay Basey © 2001