Rhyme Asylum - Straight Jacket Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Plazma] Yeah, yo, yo Genetically cloned deadly mercenaries and rogues All my time is spent on my own sculpting weapons from bone We're members of cults that pose as anarchists, dressing in robes And holding gatherings in derelict homes End up with your name embedded in stone, claim your head as my own A new addition to my collection of skulls Your screams are reaching deafening tones After bearing witness to the beheading of those you cherish the most Turn men into stone like Medusa's Gorgon's, Gruesome horsemen that live on a diet of human organs Enter my secluded fortress that's only ever used for storing The dismembered heads of news reporters Post code triple-six, some of my best times Were under the red skies back-stroking through River Styx Brain's sadistic, since birth labelled misfit My name is listed first on Satan's wish list [Verse 2: Psiklone] I'll single handily dismantle a SWAT Division As a s**m I grew limbs, my grip strangling competition Write by lit candles and locked in prison And blink my eyes at TV's to switch channels with optic vision Knock out tracks with punch lines and a right hook Drink fluid that leaks from the spine of my rhyme book I can run underwater with iron lungs Special straight-jackets were designed to bide my tongue To courts are tryna make me law-abide I'm still standing, middle fingers up for either side of the border line Immortalised since the dawn of time The Virgin Mary was mortified that my mercenaries aborted Christ Look deep in my haunted eyes, see Aurora lines As the Northern Lights organize in the morning skies Freeze tsunamis into walls of ice Shot myself in the head than wrote these sixteen bars before I died [Verse 3: Reain] I've got a mental block against the though police, the Altered Beast I define what lies between war and peace Sonic waves that my mouth releases Break the sound barrier into a thousand pieces Citizen Black Smith forging a sharp sword Start war and get left with a blood-stained gla** jaw My bars make you feel in prison As our nuclear power plant bombs in your field of vision It's common to beat you senseless, leave you breathless Then let my Asthma Attack your weak defences Acupuncture your lungs I'll be Back To The Future, the black T-101 In fire I was baptised, battling me's like unleashing An Alpha-Dog Soldier in a cat fight The Black Knight with King Arthur's weapon Entering a wild war in a full suit of Armageddon [Hook:] (Plazma:) It's Rhyme Asylum those twisted cats, spitting raps And committing vicious acts of mindless violence (Psiklone:) Psiklone, phantom power Rhyme Asylum Re-enacting dreams of pouring gasoline in fire hydrants, (Reain:) Now I've lost my mind in the Rhyme Asylum Prize-fight with Titans and k** a whale with Poseidon's Trident (Somewhere in this world there is a straight jacket waiting for that man! Kick of the pain!) (I write rhymes in pitch blackness)