Стихи о разговоре с врагами

Unbowed and Unbroken I walk the path that I have made, No fuckin' hand will hold me down. You bitch, you slut, you whore—afraid? I'll take your crown, you bastard clown. I spit on rules that you hold dear, Those motherfuckers shut up fast. My fists and tongue bring honest fear, Your weak-ass whispers never last. I owe not one apology, My spine is forged from iron and bone. You bitch, you slut—you're part of me, The devil's creed I've always known. They whine and weep, these fragile men, But I don't kneel, I don't pretend. You bastard, shut up, try again, My code begins where yours must end. So drink my name and taste the steel, You whore, you slut—I paid the price. This is the truth you'll never feel, The world's a savage, rolling dice.