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Head Hunter

By

Robby Richardson

I’m a Head Hunter

I topple cities of wonder and crumble kingdoms to asunder I’m a Head Hunter

A head breaker…a crown taker

I raise severed heads to the jitters and shivers to make enemies quiver I’m a Head Hunter

Providing a lyrical guillotine for a nice swift clean

To remove a crown meant for me

I head hunt for fresh meat

Take crowns like a Louie the 16th

I create Reigns of Terror, I’m a real Robespierre

I have such a delicate slice that can cut wispy hair

Teach my enemies how to spell and add S’s to their laughter Place crowns upon my head with a psychotic blood splatter I’m a Head Hunter

The road never builds itself…you build your dreams with the road you pave Build your own staircase to heaven or build a bridge to help along your way Alter bridges for a different creed that drop zeppelin’s like lead Promise to deliver your salvation and secure your place among the heaven you believing Or maybe offer you some sweet relief of the pain from this world your leaving With a mad wrath the comes from the heart that disregards heads from So, blow like Pompeii and collapse empires like Pompey

Winning by all cost leaves dreams the world couldn’t squash I place the crown on my head…for the respect and road of bloodshed

And build my legacy on roads of their bones until legends turn to lore I’m a Head Hunter

I’m a headsmen of dead men

A grave filler whose field spread

I’m a Head Hunter

A decapitator…a crown and head separator

I’m a Head Hunter

Just another crown above my very bed

Another day’s end another kingdoms time spent

I’m a Head Hunter

More than a prophecy of late…one of fate before me

To remove a crown that all along was destined for me

Schedule it as an appointment that at sunset your head and ground can connect And make no regrets and take crowns like a Marie Antionette I’m a Head Hunter

Your head would look so nice upon this literary pike

Overhanging this metaphorical dike for a picturesque sight Overlooking my sea of ideas, I’m set to let loose

The king of Monsters juggling worlds like Monstars

I let steel shine bright, I let my sharp blade sing a smooth swipe And the price of this foe deserves a Poe with the might of a pendulum strike A strike so slow and strike so soon

I’m a Head Hunter

I’m the cycling masked executioner sharpening his axe blade While reciting victim’s names like it’s just another sick game Make heads roll, watch their soul go and bodies become unwhole Your ass brought cash from a check you couldn’t cash

How do I reclaim my respect with such disrespect

I don’t explain what I said no mean to offend it’s just a simple “off with his head”

I’m a Head Hunter