Black and Yellow Venom

I am controlled by that substance that was present in time before time,
I responsible for killing out the dinosaurs back in the days when I was young and in my prime
See I too goonta for hell as I murder Zeus, Medusa and Hercules with my whistle and my rhymes
I break bread with the devil play pitch with Jack the Ripper share the same birthdate as Hitler
And not even meh mother could understand or decipher my mind.
I am in every polluted mind, in every slit wrist, needled injected skin every pull snort and tear
I ain’t stopping till I take over your brain
And not stopping until your soul is mine

Between your soul and mine, one hang like three upsided down nine
I am the love child of destruction and misery, that’s why my heart black like tar and my ways unkind
My appearance make your blood crawl and your eyes bleed
All that happen before the age ah three as not even Holy Water could contain me
Even the grim reaper fear me, all the obeah men does turn to me
I am black and yellow venom with a shoe of gold that is anxious to run a marathon with you soul

Your spirit squash by my shoe sole into sacking bodies since I was six years old
The cemetery is my home as my bed if forever filled with worms and my fingertips cold
Although I’m 5 foot 2 I am bitter, fearless and egotistically bold
I’m so deadly that some claim I’m non existent
I’ll strangle your shadow and swallow your existence
Leave Fangs marks on your soul as your spirit can no longer put up a resistance
Infiltrate your blood vessels even with an incomplete sentence

Wink twice and place you in St. Ann’s
Shouldn’t mess with black and yellow eh… as my venom is very persistent
Chew your brains like a pack of trident even if you’re prudent
It cah save your meager soul from being capture by my evil consultant
With me is only pain that is constant and my misery and destruction is consistent
My yellow glove would snatch your breath of life
And if you wrestle against me I’ll stick nine inch nails in your eyes
Black and yellow venom is like acid to your skin and flesh eating lice

Already kill your spiritual now throwing your physical to the mice
At the age of thirteen I pulled out each of your toenail and trade them pair of dice
I am so deadly that I need not a gun or a knife
Could do this without my hands as with my cape you would strife
Consume your future and all your positive vibes
Force my venom in your insides and boast at your death rite
On your tombstone they would be unsure what too write and I Zakiya Gill will spit black and yellow venom on your burial site
 

Winniing piece for Best Village Traditions of Carnival Competiton and Mayaro Regional Carnival Committee Monday Night Mas