Poison Flowerz - Books of War lyrics

Its Siege! Like a Blitzkrieg, in the battlefield I snagglepussies Handle the league Verbally to scramble goodies It's me, I hit beats for Attention, like a kids screech, excuse me, excuse me (French accent) I be the Banchee, the plan be To reach the big screen , without plan b Or a Lacky, im a daddy without them babies, yet I got my candy easily, Wacky laughy tacky Please Attack me hack me slash me, with my agility I can't be scratched like acne Shook kids is took in the alley, okay? No booking as k**ers With flows homay When ya names pattie Cake, patty cake, o d Cookin n***as like Tostonèz, you mad b? All day! Roast opponents, in tha fray Toast to tonay, great like a tiger Move cyber, thru the snake's type of vipers, The fake types of liars, Make pyro Fires like Prometheus, flows hideous Premiering and Schemin in skeemasks the Theme blasts cytoplasts as I hyper dash For cream or cash Supreme as I surpa**, your a** Mightier math, of a writers wrath In a rhymer's rap, finer flab like Concentrated fats, your tires flat Retire at this and that, listen ack Slot holders, snot noses Stop moaners with hot explosives Like C4, before I See gore, I feel more Then back to the holster Ultra voltage to pulses Like defibrillators, the kid with the latest data Holds it open with extra focus Yo it's, closing but it ain't broken, Left the Mic smoking in inferno with each word spoken It's like I'm toking, diagnosing The doses of dopeness Hold it open like I'm posing But I ain't posing to front Like an upholding opponent Hold up a moment, like it's a hold up Put your hands where I can't see em, I Know you can't believe this like an atheist How history is, and always was fake Thru the years, where we all had fake ears and tears And what's real here is mysterious There, secretive, sadistic and malicious in the Sickness of the manifested fears Whats going on in the best of years?? V for Vendetta Scene V: I can a**ure you I mean you no harm Evey: Who are you? V. : Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask Evey: Well I can see that V. : Of course you can, I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is Evey: Oh, right V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V Evey: Are you like a crazy person?