Wildcard - Prince of Vengeance lyrics

[Intro: Sample] These are the secrets of a lost art. For the very first time we're going to show you Wizards and Warlocks of olden times [Verse 1: Wildcard] Telekinetics ain't strong enough to move me, two tsunami's couldn't do me Plus I'm prominently promisin' I'm ominous and moody Like a comet when he's shootin, bombin' on the run and cruisin' With some hydroponic chronic marijuana in his hoopty An anomaly abusin' a conglomerate of groupies Like piranhas now you honor with klonopin and roofies And I'll dominate a booty like it's Monica Bellucci's Make her p**y walls collapse, I'm Osama to the coochie I'm Obama to this music, it's too f**ed to change now Grow a novocaine emotion flow, and throwin' flames out Plus my voltage and velocity will blow your brains out Just like Superman if he had came in Lois Lane's mouth No one colder came, to go through pain and soak up game now Known to blow your frame, you broke a tank and cobra came out Hope this music sh** finally pays off and I make checks Or I'm stuck in drug stores buyin' sh** to make meth, motherf**er [Interlude] Practitioners of Solomon's magic are not Satanists who make pacts with the Devil, they are spiritual explorers in the deep caverns of the mind [Verse 2: Celph Titled] Mind Torture Make a House of Pain out your brain And when the scalpel shave it's redder than a Falcon's game Douse out the flames with turpentine I work for [mine] Why I need a biscuit this razor will murk you fine Time to get nice it feels right that I'm a boss Autograph tracks with my signature flow (of course) All I need is a 30 minute TV ad Before and after pictures naked b**hes tokin' weed sacks With the seat back in the Audi A8 My EPK is mean with PPK's and dead presidents face paint The feds knock pictures but they throw the book at me So I'm Sasquatch, see me get a good look at me (that's him!) Your Commodore-64 raps are under process I'm the W.O.P.R. mainframe from War Games here to play chess Get gas, yeah the hunt is on Twin shotty so don't need to know which side the pump is on [Interlude] These are the secrets of a lost art, by which Wizards and Warlocks of olden times evoked Holy Angels and evil lesser spirits [Verse 3: Wildcard] Bi-polar, cold and hot, cold as Minnesota twat Colder than a kid who took the safety off a loaded Glock Rode a lot, globe i trott Thinkin' 'bout the shows I rocked Strange b**hes all in my bed like f**in' Goldie Locks No one's got sh** on Dirty Version I'm serious I'm accustomed to custom and I say f** just to hear the sh** And I'm crushing you f**ers and leave' you stuck in delirium Throw the towel in, like we 'bout to f** on her period [Exit: Wildcard] Oh! What the f**! (I'm sorry!) that's my mom's favorite beach towel! (I didn't know) You gotta tell me when this sh** is going on man it looks like I smashed a Jelly Roll in my face! (Celph: Hahaaa, what is your problem) *laughing*