Rattle like chains, Gravils brain rattles,. Like change,, rattling,, change, how strange, I’m rattled in the brain, since a child been battered, never said single thing sane.. never was or claimed to be.. but famous I will but only out of the grah-(grah) GRAVIL tearing down the ville, ride or die? (Ahh,)I don’t even care either way, on how you feel, I’m burning down the field get out the way, (Ahh, ) cuz I hate to feel, they all gotta die, no god or time to pray, GRAVIL strays far from himself, no praise when your raised by the flames of hell.. satan can’t be as bad as me.. oh well.. guess I gotta grow some bigger horns.. better ones.. better bet upon the right villain.. goin, cuz Gravils ght up, instilling rage thru poisonous ink across the page.. without even killing, I don’t enjoy a thing, like a freak, I’m pulling off the sheets, tie around my neck n start flying around the room, ceiling fan done threw me thru the dazed minds are now confused.. every day lines are becoming infused.. without bullshit lyrics who stands to difuse? This situation? GRAVIL seems to be in good use of his miss placement.. gotta fist full of broken plates n blood dripping chill as I stick em in frozen water come out dripping red ice cicles, like sub zero I’ll fight till I’m dead unbothered all emotion is gone.. better head empty home GRAVIL never had a home.. only one was inside his dome.. so simply said.. need a hero but he isn’t for that for instance, he spits like trash,, metal cans n wires flipping thru his mouth like rotten tires as he chews all humans gotten desire.. left alone to conspire, so he writes what he despairs.. hopefully inspire another impaired one like me to grab a pen n join in on the frenzy, lot like friends in the gen z, we don’t getta long never friendly even together we still got that slim sleek, knife n sleeves, ready to cut a mother fucker that isn’t fucking with me, buck me, get shot like a duck in the buck teeth, hornless you ain’t a fucking thing to me, hellboy like a redskin, get scalped by my red pen, only write in blood so the ink sets in and soaks, sit in, let it sink in like soap, use that to wash my clothes, crazy bitch gotta know, eat em up like a lyric from buck cherry, took too many n now im stuck staring.. then jump up, come back bearing, full weight, barrel roll thru the air, daring as I land thru the gap in the window, outside now, not caring as I full sprint like a wild cat right into traffic splat.. dead still walking, eighth life used like a cat.. still jogging.. hate my youth like a bracket that’s full of newbs.. get hit with a tennis racket,, skinned n turned into Gravils jacket, I’ma paint my skin pitch black n come attackin, Apache with a mic, keep my mustache speaking in your wife, ima sing this music in her tonight, tongue game be lyrically a delight.. tough game to go against Gravils sight.. I’m the type to love the battle.. full throttle I straddle in with broken glass bottles draggin in.. never woulda imagined this.. bite back from jaws of grim.. get locked on em n torn like skin.. Gravils been reborn again..