What it is , What it isn't

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Power creeping shock e’m with the first thought
I pull them test out like Sigmund Freud and inkblots
You gets annoyed easily, you get shocked physically
When telepathic thoughts when transmitted thoughts
Get brought into the fray dimed lights iron sight plighted
When eyes are whited tight knit
Spit fully equipped dripping blood from my noses
Get cloned iron out cha homes, get cut short like coupons
You ain’t cut out for this, you ain’t no plus one
Your just a plus none divided by pie
Triple your eyes thinking you’re a Cyclops
Without the eyes beams, you ain’t the scheme
Never dream, sleep on me I’ll get cha in ya nightmares like Freddy

Don’t ask me what it is
Spit cha blitz, ciphers can’t handle it
So ask em what it is, what it isn’t
So you can’t give me shit

Been stymie when it’s clear and present danger
I can rearrange cha like symphonic piano
Get examined in a defragmented ratio
I ain’t foggy when I clog your pipes with lead
You deaded optics when you can’t see with glaucoma
Get outted in your office, with status Facebook ain’t warranted
Torch cha touches when I rushing with an offense
Without much defense you get T.K.O. in the ring
Drink ink sink ya teeth in e’m
Now you a cannibal I axe them like ox’s I battleguard hard
Flame flown like breathing ether leave you sither
Raising my profile remind why I come back at cha
Solar plexus arrest this I attest making darts dotted by reds
Etch those, tombstone battling bones exposes your fung sui
Get hung lang bank out the cash is in, get debited
When I rebuked get deduced by how I crucifix you hooligans
Get the roof raised like twisters, katrina and sandy
You ain’t handy with the tools get schooled by math wiz kids
Spit heat at wigs like flamethrower get cold as a draft on your porch
Off the hinges, seen through lenses extended into transition lenses
You pencil I demises while exit survey how I wordplay
Disturb germs in gamma radiation exterminate what I cremate
Speak through tubing rising from the dead call me Been A Zombie
You know how I mob microphones with soft in my xylophones

[Rev Jones]

Raising my profile remind why I come back at cha
Solar plexus arrest this I attest making darts dotted by reds
Etch those, tombstone battling bones exposes your fung sui
Get hung lang bank out the cash is in, get debited
When I rebuked get deduced by how I crucifix you hooligans
Get the roof raised like twisters, katrina and sandy

yesss

Disturb germs in gamma radiation exterminate what I cremate
Speak through tubing rising from the dead call me Been A Zombie
You know how I mob microphones with soft in my xylophones

dope!

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