I don't look down on people, i just don't reach out to them
Your entire races existance is linear, thats why i'm doubting them
I spit my life in lyrics, interwined with desire
Brits, your nation is run by Mrs Doubtfire
I broadcast thoughts and hand signals through ley lines
....When death comes, it's play time
Death is a dancer, so keep away
One day i'll play operation and sell DNA
like the greys their abductions are PHAT
They make your mothers pussy look like a dead rat
Don't stop! so much talk when i walk
they smother a brother and paralyse his thoughts
I clown around with sound thats bound to move you
and spit the funky shit that people want to groove to
MC Killing, rap type: Villian
You failed the Boss, your lost in a holocaust
Kill the Queen, lyrical Cannibal at leisure
I treasure and Swallow a RULER for good 'Measure'
The tyrant, i'm violent
I'll fucking punch in your Fucking face if you don't do a Sponsored silence (drops the mic and vanishes)
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