Myself - They call me rediculous- lyrics

{verse#1}-The world is in terror caused from my lyrical a**, compare and contrast, your life to that of another big bang blast, because I over rule the time and space continuum to over last, any mother f**er whom thinks that they have a chance, against me as I disarrange your brain like neurological transplants, you b**hes don't seem to see past the gla**, in this case a flask, in which the fumes are rising out the back stem of your sh** making it hard to see past, this task, I laid down upon you all to see how I get down in the funky raw ma**, of a ball of gas, coming straight from the underground vocal of a man whom has a 3rd degree in free lance.{verse#2}- so go ahead and profound your statement, beneath the basement, that is really your mind confined to be nothing but a hole where they store images of other mother f**ers whom couldn't make it, but I'll give you a chance to redeem to me after your body and soul is shot and wasted, from my vocals stripping you down raw bu*t naked, all cause I pronunciated the worst case scenario like boogey man getting your body regardless of a blanket, if you ask me what you have done to deserve this form of being forsaken, then I'll answer you in the same way they answer you when frying bacon, because you're ready to be served to the void of the pearly gates where you shall be awoken.{verse#3}-enough of the internship, I'm about to blow skulls away to the mother ship, I am what I am without a 22mm pistols grip, with me my observation is the clip, and you equipped, the hollow tip shells being every word said off negroish lips, here's where this sh** turns into an intelligent script-, abra-kada'bra 55x's 11 back flips, I said a sentence and a half then watched your eyes glaze over like a solar sun eclipse, you must have been going through what they call a psychological fix, what you posses now is a reconstruction of the labraya tar pits, the left behind matter of what you need to exist, everything else is equivalent to sh**, like the properties within string theory your atoms have been split, so spit mother f**er spit, show that you're a mc and can bring this on the ultimate, but if I catch you bluffing there will be a candidate, I will slowly cause a loogey in the purpose of disbenefit, to spread across your face as a metaphor of intricates, the statue of david combined with a diamond's ratio is 4% percentage in the comparison of extravagance, making you a 1/3 inclined to abide whatever you have left to make some sense, so step up with your stupid sh** and expect there to be nonsense. “because I'm ridiculous.”