Fight Fire with the Undead

my poisonous fangs
drip like lyrics
from Wu Tang
i bang
to the beat of
bullets
pushin scalps back
like mullets
shovin grenades
down gullets
but i stick around for the splash
red entrails
i wear like a sash
the putrid fumes of the dead
precede me
everyone i ever touch
they leave me
takin with them my heartstrings
they bleed me
but feed me with hate
the morality of
my massacre
aint up for debate
they tricked me with affection
but i think i'll de-bait
now i'll predate my past
by erasin their future
chop up their children
in bloodlust stupor
ull find their remains
in these sewers
have a scavenger hunt
you n Roto Rooters
consider my heart sutured
but consider ya fam dead
got em lined up over here
well actually just their heads
pretty sure i just put u on meds
i know u at least seein red
or black instead
if i whip mine out
n u give head to this led
at gunpoint
or blank range
at this range
even my blanks
would face-change
so save face n suck
ye i taste strange
open up ya mouth
n lemme ventilate those thoughts
too much life can make ya brain rot
n leave you bloodklaut
stuck in a red cell
where the walls bleed
n the bars yell
i'd ask if u mind
but it seems to be blown
for my next necromantic trick
i'll never atone
with your mis construed corpse
the Witch of Endor would say home
i'll bring u back

with oratory

a one-zombie army
is best explanatory
i'll revel in ur self consuming quest for vengeance
seeking me futilely at your salvations expense
n meanwhile i'll get the satisfaction i need
of being the one person that someone who once left needs to see
i must host a banquet for you, my guest!
i'll get preparatory,
let's call my guess that you'll seek me in death...
corollary...