Verse 1:
Yo run home and close the blinds
My words go like drowned sailors as they flow through your mind
This was not gods plan me, myself and I chose to rhyme
In my right is the Mic
While my left hand grabs your vertebrae and closes on your spine
Volcanoes, tornadoes and natural disasters I'm part of them all
Enough time wasting lets find a bar to brawl
I'll attack
My foes
In dark clothes
While my face is painted red and black
Like Darth maul
When my brain was in a tsunami and I got writers block
I ate up other emcees and found me some food for thought
I'm not the baddest on earth but at the very least I'm evil
I'll morph into a zombie and feast on obese people
I'll hit my explosive metal
Against your Mobile pedal
Explode your car
And send your soul on the road to the stars
No gangster I don't pack a pistol
But I do pack a fistful
Of knives that will leave you looking like a sacrificial
You can't describe me with any combination of adjectives
I was always the coolest mountain ranges above the baddest kids
A little tune to let out the tantrum
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This is your typical psychopath anthem
The song to get you through your daily obstacles
Or to win you a place in your local mental hospital
Attack your bullies and throw your fists at them
And torture your hostages during ransom
Until the day I earn millions of pounds
I will be stuck in the underground
Verse 2:
When I get on the rap beats
You end up worshipping me and forgetting your past beliefs
On the Mic I turn into a divine legend
Rapper's flows I'm reckon
In no longer than 5 seconds
Taken multiple lives with weapons
I invest-in
That cave your eyes and chest-in
I'm the illest and none are better pound for pound
I'll leave you like shergar your corpse will never be found
I'll incinerate you on a song
Like you were the vietcong
Picture us in Vietnam
As your k**ed with a bomb
Filled with napalm
As the polystyrene and benzene melts and spills on your palm
And it won't stop till the pain you have felt and your hand is gone
The thought of me on a track is more chilling than a natural disaster made slaughter
I don't do cigarettes but I'm hot enough to smoke you up like evaporated water
I'm so ahead of my time my wife's egg has just created my daughter
A lyrical wizard with the rhymes I'm banishin
k**ed all the staff when I took a psycho in anger management
Every time I rhyme mentally challenged and doubters minds are vanishin
Enemy rappers I'm k**en and maimen them
There supporters jump out of windows for me like my name is damien
A true artist the way I mold and handle the flow
You are witnessing in the flesh and heartlessly cold a lyrical Michael angelo
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