Rhyme Asylum - Straight Jacket Part 1 lyrics

"On a mountain of scars, in the castle of pain, I sat on a throne of blood. What was, will be; what is will be no more. Now is the season of evil." Verse 1: Reain Create panic when I run amok Punch your mug till my knuckles cut, with my straight jacket still buckled up If your wack, I'm saying the truth blatant I'd rather jump on a track with a train at a tube station Celebrate this song Or get your face carved off and left with a leather face stitched on Not even Midas can touch the sk**s Forget labels, I shook the hands of time as I struck a deal Padded brain cells constructed of metal In the art of war, make you draw blood with a pencil Break backstabbers crooked spines Son of a gun in a full metal straight jacket moving in bullet time Uppercut you to soaring heights Just before you die, make your afterlife flash before your eyes Open your mouth, I'll weld it shut Sick to my stomach, I'll push my belly bu*ton and self destruct Verse 2: Possessed Born with the birthmark of the beast, commander in chief March through Tartarus in blood soaked army fatigues Wear a diseased heart on my sleeve They say words are weapons, well I guess I'm armed to the teeth Hung members of the nazi regime from rafters and beams Committed to rhyme asylum with no chance of release Blasphemous saints, iron straight jacket restraints Spit fire that attracts the Moth Man to the flame I'm an orphan of Chernobyl, come back from the grave I'll put your freedom of speech in shackles in chains We salivate hazardous waste I swing Excalibur with the stone still attached to the blade We're a nimble ninja clan sprinting over the surface In sinking sand, rocking concrete timberlands Raw militant in guerrilla tanks My fist is rock solid breaking through Edward Scissorhands Verse 3: Skirmish Dressed to k**, black hooded robe and scythe Cause a power outage in the blink of my golden eye Heart swallowing cold inside From a broken promise land where no mind, body, and soul survive My household's a haven for the undead, tasting the blood shed My skin waiting for the sunset Presence of shadows dark rays from the sunlight A cell structure with RA as my blood type Sworn between heaven and hell, I'm interracial Lead a double life hornless demon, wingless angel Flesh eating life takers And don't take d** and save stunts, free base jump from sky scrapers Pound signs tatted on the skin of my teeth Money talks and I'm into six figures of speech My pulse is in synch with a beat d**h terror, eternal rest I still twitch in my sleep Bridge: Reain, Possessed, & Skirmish R: Locked in my straight jacket with the rhyme asylum Reain spittin', hitting with the force of a strike of lightning P: No ones f**ing with the rhyme asylum Let the cat out the bag as well as a pride of lions S: Skirmish, the man beast, rhyme asylum My clique got the game on lock like Rikers Island