Re-Threaded Head(Reprize)
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The Nameless & Unnamable
... listen way beneath me when I walk... 1 reason it stranges you... and this is how I talk & that is how you type rhyme... rancid acid reflux, my reflex... I'm first... my beeswax, parallaxes 1 arc seconds, when I'm head reckin'g, stick scalpuls labotomy for you... redirect your javelin, joggle your head-boggle... just gaming you, you're my dice... and I shake you to the ricter... it's fucking you like sicks fucked you and then took yall's picture... I exposed you, that just goes to show you won't admit it... a dumby fits your fitted, and wears it... exacts your facial fluids when torching your melted wax... drop your chrome & pick-up your bones like jacks, when I remove your metal plate... Rob Steals, and leaves you with nothin'g but my style to run with... So what? So you lean back to me when I chop your heels... I'm pleasurable, my style... and it's also immeasurable... somethin'g you ain't never done with... it's fucking' up your intro... you cannot start, you're apart... stuck to shit the NZA do like a fart, Ha... lighter, blast gaseous, ingenious threader... force of nature bow to my sources extreme... run strings through your dorsal and move you till you're through... throwing you in two directions, ripped-gutting torso... I rewrap you, you're just a teaser... lil marrionnette swinging from this threaded hand... I run your head, cross-hairs... making you run in my circles, I spit... when I have things turn at you and squeeze... take that clip and keep it like Ebekeneezer... while your parts fall into the pit... your whole face hole... from the re-arrangers... fly your devil-heads, martian artistry... you think you know but you don't, so you come to me... the 64th chamber... Now Zodiac Allah, cosmic torch holder... older gods & the universe. .. head-burst mangles your zombie-vision, paper soldier...
... the nastiest mixture of goop, I scrape... vapor, old school flavor... I feed the regurgitation to the wavor, favor trash... repeat crash these igpays with ashtrays, little brats... I spit you at your image & wipe your face off... strays... misbehave and wear the active bee hive, dooney... slice your brain and arrange it like iron chef, monkeys... I told your bitch that you're my bitch and there was no argument... stitch flow, getcha...