Al'Tarba - Strange Deranged lyrics

[Verse 1: Psiklone] Extreme instinct to survive From the first minute of time I was sipping the elixir of life Born with infinite lives When collecting thoughts I s** the universe into my mind I'm lyricism defined A voice so loud I leave the studio before I've finished my lines Shaolin monk blessed with a powerful punch Knock every last oxygen molecule out of your lungs [Verse 2: Reain] I sit back and k** time wasters Never second guess I stab in the dark with light sabres We're the undergrounds upper echelon To Whom It Concerns, you're sincerely written off with this letter bomb I'll have the rap scene cordoned off When I engrave your name on a bullet, and call the shots You've got it backwards like French grammar So I put the nail bomb in your coffin with a sledgehammer [Verse 3: Possessed] My blood may be a fiery red But there's nothing but ice in the left side of my chest Not right in the head Rolling triple sixes every time I'm dicing with d**h Raised on the opposite of love Drove insane with a body in the trunk Yo, psychological disorder My mind rotten to the core like Sodom and Gomorra [Hook] Strange deranged, twisted insane Crazy demented sick in the brain Strange deranged, twisted insane Crazy demented, schizophrenics Strange deranged, twisted insane Crazy demented sick in the brain Strange deranged, twisted insane Crazy demented [Verse 4: Reain] Throw grenades and play fetch with a dog soldier I'm Jason, Bourne the 31st of October One nine eight three A.D God made earth in seven days and took nine months to make me Breathe fire as I squeeze on my dragon balls Catch zees when I sleep on my padded walls You now sleep with piranhas I'm the salt of the earth in the recipe for disasters [Verse 5: Psiklone] Boa constrict blood flow to your lips Focus my eyes at the moon forcing a solar eclipse Nobody is colder than this Think outside Pandora's box then begin opening it I'm never sat in traffic I lift the car and run till my muscles dissolve in lactic acid Dinosaur spinal cord, rigid dermal plates Turn away and backstab you with my vertebrae [Verse 6: Possessed] I'm the right man for the hatchet job Prepare the abattoir for the Lamb of God Banish you to the land of nod Close friends turn into snakes like Aaron's Rod Between a Ragnarok and a hard place R.A to the last days, no matter what Camelot home to my knighthood Got Jakabok Botch locked inside my rhyme book [Repeat Hook]