(Listen with one of 7xvn’s songs!)

((And read the caps in an insane scream))

Pull on my chain, call me “bitch”.

Choke me like you hate me.

And watch me grin.

Got your name on my

Death Note like;

YOU’RE NEXT!

Scream at me and treat me rough.

I’ll be your cute little rag doll.

But let me have control.

Let me own you.

That’s me, real.

Some bitch that likes her control.

Likes the chains and the whips.

Has the lips and the hips.

I’m crazy, I know.

He told me so.

Devil on my arm, jealous.

Bitches watch on, staring.

“Oh my god. Look at her.”

Can’t kill me, my words like daggers.

Can’t kill me. I’m already dead.

Walking corpse, my fingers

Tap, tap, tapping on the walls

Of this coffin I build myself.

I’m a Queen, I keep the title.

Cross me and you’ll be on paper;

MISSING!

Bloody, dumping your body.

Bruises from my fists marking you.

Control and me, the best match.

Since Em and Dre.

They say men don’t cry.

Watch me bring you to your knees.

Cry my name and beg for mercy.

Blades on my back.

Bloody bat over my shoulder.

Beating you, licking blood like;

YUM!

Laughing because I’ve got you.

You’ve fallen in my game.

A bird in a cage.

MINE!

Sit back, tied back.

In your metal chair.

Try to figure me out.

Crushing skulls underfoot.

The wicked is too vibe.

Throne red and black.

Blood and shadow.

Red flamed staff.

Stomping on the floor like;

KISS MY BULLETS!

I’ll give you three guesses.

If you can explain me, be my side.

Be my assistant, the next throne is yours.

Got me laughing.

Speaking in tongue.

Switching to ashes.

Bloody blades.

Warrior music.

Coming for your soul like;

I LOVE IT!

I bite the bullet.

Swing the blade.

I’m so anxious.

God, feeling nauseous.

Popping stories people read like raps.

Riding beats and creating weeps.

Hide my beats,

my rhythm and

my darkness.

Got a laugh like a demon’s call,

Creeping right through the murk.

Find your spot, then I lurk.

Read my stuff like you’re angry.

Like you just lost it all.

It won’t be too close.

But it’ll be near how I feel.

Read it like I ripped your heart out.

Rated R for Rylee.

Rated R for Royalty.

R for Red Zone.

Well, welcome home.

This is something the

innocent can’t handle.

I get that you’re a pussy.

Screaming like;

MOM, I’M SCARED!

“Every now and then,

it seemed like she

opened her mouth

and two voices

came out.”

Screaming in caps,

got them singing my name.

Maybe not possible but

I’m reaching for stars:

HERE I COME!

Play my game,

You lose, you slip.

Fall and feel the pain.

Here! Swallow this clip!

I’m feeling generous!

Gun in your mouth.

Bite back and spit.

Bloody gauze.

Let’s start a cause!

No, she ain’t sane.

Pieces hysterical,

Run to keep up.

Posting late.

Staying up.

Shadows talk.

Moving and darting.

Shadows walk.

I’m not scared, no.

Now treat me like your bitch.

Abuse me, use me like your babydoll.

‘Cause I’ll turn on you like a witch.

Throwing fits, tantrums on paper.

Blood splattered, you’re my ink.

I’ll give you three guesses.

You’d better try and think.

If you can explain me, be my side.

Be my assistant and the

throne at my side is yours.

Like Harley Quinn,

I’m coming for the win.