Obliteration initiation
Fiery gats dirty as Harry
Calvin Candie villainous
Lt. Aldo Raine ruthless
Calibos arch rival of Perseus
Literal criminal cerebral
Crawler in The Descent
Human rights assailant
Hand grenades heaved
Enemies will be grieved
Stray bullets lead exposure
Bony structure fractured
Retinas ripped thru eyelids
Perforated lungs cracked ribs
Fatal ambushes of solar plexus
Artillery turns spines to spaghetti
Arctic ice water in veins
Titanic iceberg threshold for pain
I’m all teeth like furious walruses
Piranhas’ schools for decimation purposes
Gary Ridgway visions violently
Japanese kamikazes crazy mentality
Ted Bundy documentaries evil epitome
Dr. Loomis said I was clinically insanely
Rusty guillotines corroded dreams
Depraved dialect despicable as Ed Gein
Abominations authentic reflections
Medieval brutality, primitive technology
Ammo stacks size of silverback habitats
Shinrikyo cult subways sarin gas attacks
Warren Sapp contact on frail quarterbacks
Doomsday wrath soon as I became a sociopath
Lunar latitude moral rectitude
Bill Cosby with jars of Quaaludes
Scud altitude combustion attitude
Sodom sulfur from skies when souls cry
Bruce Banner no longer mild-mannered
Lawmakers with appetites of Jeffrey Dahmer
National Enquirer Olivia Pope scandals
Chernobyl nuclear catastrophes global
Radioactive particles wilted testicles analytical
Aborted infants turned purgatory militants
Discontent but eager Dr. Kevorkian patients
Erectile dysfunction impotent medications
Final destinations death stalk devastations
Satan congregations assassination factions
Abhorrent transgressions without lamentation
Mothman prophecies fictitious allegories
I’m the ink in the storm, the blur in your sight
Shadows dancing with light, pulling wrongs into right
Mind games in my form, abstracted in flight
Decode me if you dare, I’ll vanish in the night
Symbols hidden in curves, meanings shift, they deceive
Every thought a prism, every glance makes you grieve
Psychology of chaos, don’t trust what you perceive
I’m the answer you crave, the lie you can’t believe
I split my persona, watch the mirrors collide
Every blot a persona, nowhere to hide
Psychotic in rhythm, sanity denied
Rorschach on the paper, now watch worlds divide
In my ways of God, i try to subtract the odds
Beat by the cops, with freedom robbed
Too fast to stop, last few days are choppy
My creases floppy, With my neatness sloppy
Who wants to rob me, when i deserve Heaven
Standing by God, with the power of seven
As a flower i rise, man you know how i rose
Staged as the ROOK, And that book is closed
No-one can see me, even when they attack me
Or pack heat like tipi, with illness seeping
Reeking these words, giving a reckoning
Changing, No matter what you’re expecting
Connecting commons with pro’s, leaving you froze
Verbs and nouns, subject with predicates
Flaming tracks, no matter what you’re expecting kid
Sever clever endeavors, at any measure
Richie Incognito big bully
Shaky grip on reality snaps intentionally
Hitler’s world war of obliteration
Mock exterminations brutish diction
Opposition in misery beyond conception
I run roughshod over competition
Suge Knight in parkin’ lot murderous intentions
Sleepy Hollow grisly decapitations
Amityville horror gruesome massacres
Phil Spector second-degree murders
Deranged hardcore wrestler Necro Butcher
Mutiny without a cause like Bruiser Brody
Savage as Kamala from wilds of Uganda
Sinner comes out when I get itchy trigger fingers
Krueger razor-gloved serial killer
Tentative autopsy to one’s life expectancy
With pressure killing the mic with sweaty textures
mal diction - ill use of words, leaving you disturbed
Spitting these word.., straight lines to curves
Rap is my pet, call me the vet, to God i word
Quiet as kept, defying what you reject
Defining the definition of illness, i’ll kill this
Clumsy when i drop this, spill ish, At will it’s
Pendragon - the war god, swinging the axes
Broad that is, attacking kids nobody’s my match kid
Thinking yall shining, when you just get herbed in rap
Word to that, and peace to God, what’s today’s math
blurring passed, the weak i spot, see them play
I’m giving dap, word to the words when i hug you
Daily ascension that’s word to what’s above you
Kisses won’t miss, word to words that touch you
Tossed into ditches, i pitch this to clutch you
Warning sirens when the mic get grabbed
Energy burst when the lines get stabbed
Too much voltage in the words I craft
When the cadence spin like a turbine shaft
Microwave buzz when the beat get warm
Every bar lightning in a thunderstorm
Flow radioactive, storm inside the form
Every rhyme mutate when the rhythm transform
They stepping too close to the reactor core
Now the fallout spreading through the metaphor
Every punchline knocking like a heavy steel door
When the verse go critical the crowd want more
Thinking you’re shining… only the son’s down
Spun rounds… taking down you bum clowns
Whatchu want now.. Got my undivided attention
The one not kidding, when piety’s mentioned
I riot the one to pilot when shots in plain view
That’s my goal, in my role, to abstain you…
I’ll give you a break and shake the crowd.. You’ll never make it out
You’ll witness my vivid spittage given to break you down
While.. Giving life to the weak. The ones to shy to speak
Giving you my all.. When it’s mine to keep
Making the path shorter, with words i a-bridge
Douse you down with flows, while i take a sip
I will surface like sediment, direction i’m headed in
Making cats double take, like what he said again
Life the medicine. and living? i’m mighty heathy
yet you’re unamused, like showing cash to the wealthy
Lyrically I’m obscenely wealthy
Mighty Joe Young when I flex verbally
Silverback habitat male gorilla raps
Akebono weight Sumo, mos def but not flaco
Ominous sentence with no repentance
Sinister specimen too ill for any medicine
Kevorkian remedies enhance my acuity
I was formed by tectonic plate sediment
Heart been hardened like dried cement
Ravenous sacraments of extreme discontent
I’ll shoot parrot off Honus Wagner’s shoulder
Pistol Pete caliber, Shammgod ball-handler
How I break nemesis’ ankles like Steve Francis
Rogue .357 magnum forces with no remorses
Leave rigor mortis corpses hangin’ from bridges
Too ruthless like Bane to ever abstain from infliction of pain
Making my mama proud, leaving the drama out
Saving my dough weekly, Looking for commas now..
Giving this rap till i’m fifty, then i’m letting the Lord lift me
Donating my talent to Him. hoping life dont shift me
Weapons sigh, the bench press of life, denying stress’ might
When i write it’s my right, delivered my lesson’s plight
Lessening the stepping in or ways to take mine
You heard the words i verb, but i squashed the grapewine
Okay fine.. You really think you’d take me out
I’m usually all smiles but now i’ll take a frown
Spraying rounds .. liquid darts, are what i spark
Sunned by the Wu to reign/rain a man, But yall aren’t(no diss)
My brain parts, your plain start, cutting straight to the vein
Taking off in rap while you’re barely budging the plane
I’m red handed touching the stain…
Diving in any day …Having my lunch, eating the brave
Making the path shorter, with words i a-bridge - mal diction
Hammerin’ Hank Aaron brave
Rodan wings cause supersonic waves
Bloodhounds stained by liquid plasma
Ceaseless violence of Rio de Janeiro favelas
Martyrs in cockpits of assassination planes
Fu** Charlie Sheen I have tiger blood in my veins
Been beast since before Trump smiles of pedophiles
Andy Fordham how I’m a giant with darts
My gat sparks after I hear Berkowitz barks
Serial killer admitted Satan worshipper
Iranian retaliatory strikes how my fight grants plight
Dirty tactics of Evander Holyfield vs Lou Savarese
Wounded Knee Big Foot brutalities twice weekly
T-Rex teeth too sharp to ever want to squash beef
Out Nicolas cage Tyson in penitentiary enraged
With lethal weapons so foes be gone in 60 seconds
Muy mal style… too tamed for the wild
Through the back and forth, playing the crowd
Having my way with you now.. Cats aint ever seeing me
Thinking yall drop ish but just it literally
The most valuable player, ducking the Hall of Fame
Watching my every move, Cus all yall lame
The ball’s in play, dont step out of bounds
The best in the bouts, delivering rounds to clowns
Do yall understand? I’ll underhand the underhanded.
As i demand it, leaving you directly where you landed..
On your ass.. the 4th point of contact..
I’m water to the famished, eye drops to the contacts
Defining ill > I'm that. The pro of the prose.
With eyes closed.. And you know how it goes
Digging in deep, insuring you never sleep
Killing ish and i also bring life to the weak
Making the path shorter, with words i a-bridge - mal diction
Menstrual leaks MCs weak as KD’s physique
Wack cats with feeble raps get attacked like cardiacs
I fracture mandibles so broken English is spoken by rivals
Punches in bunches separate enemies from their senses
Permanent injuries like exposure to concussive waves of energy
In bout these circus clowns wouldn’t last one round
Lingerie football wide-receivers quick to step out of bounds
Closest they'll get to HOF is when they drive thru Canton, OH
Diminutive foes, they’re dwarfs like that planet Pluto
TikTok creators attention deficit hyperactivity disorders
I’m surrounded by pussy like 45 yr. old Hugh Hefner
Adversaries soft as baked Malawian sweet potato cookies
Jangle Leg eats biscuit for life homosexual individuals
Eyes closed, mascara to pillow while cheeks are exposed
Tony Scagnelli Jr. ass contact brutal without Jim hat
They deep throat like Linda Lovelace before they fall asleep
Chavez? How do you come up with these words?
Are you disturbed? Is your wisdom curved?
me , i lay back and let the bricks fall as they may
And picture bashing these fakes like i did in my heyday
You dudes dont know me. So how could you own me?
I’ve been 3 times dope, like Tony! Toni! Tone’!
You freaking phony’s .. how could prose to hold the mic
When i kick ish rawer than Dolemite… at a nude beach
See my illness seeping or oozing.. out my pores
The doper MC! about as graceful as movie scores
So ask yourself, if you’re really wanting war
Dead at the cusp of the tide, head, back to the shore
A hat-trick i score on a lyrical killing spree
You don’t want flows, it’s like your head deep in the sea
So next time you text mine’s, pursue you best climb
Cus even if your vest’s fine, you might be stepping next to mines
Making the path shorter, with words i a-bridge - mal diction
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