stream of consciousness: bang bang 2.0 / nines over aces

/...bang bang, she shot me down, bang bang, i hit the ground, bang bang, that awful sound, bang bang, my baby shot me down... /

here's another story from the house that rhymes built, a song about my guilt, the blows that i've dealt, the writing's on the wall, i put the letters in the bricks and mortar, nothing better than these licks i offer, i'll toss ya with the timing of a high kick, and strike it so you fall, wet like water... hell or high, author i, meant this to torture, your silence says it all, dumbstruck, numbed up, til you scream like there's awesome, lightning and thunder in your head, mad frightening like the monster metaphors under your bed, felt my black belt tighten... all around your necks like pelts, noose hooked, goose cooked, what's for dinner, as you enter my thirty sixth chamber, danger, targets strictly aimed for, the best of my dirty tricks, stranger, charmed ya, the quirkiest, flavor, quark spin so ill the sickest truth couldn't save ya, but what don't kill just, might send thrills up, the spine, bussed nines send chills up the spineless, bite dust, the light prince's mic skill's divine, so he might kill righteous, or maybe he might just, divy up the dumb, deaf and blind, here is liar's poker, of the wisecracking joker's design, straightened faces that hide pairs of aces behind, walk a line twenty paces then show off the nines, fully house, bang bang.