A valiant lion, who's bred an empire of ravenous lions, like him Completely from modern science instead of signs, watching the Zombie Apocalypse rise from the dead...kill them, n' be at the Asylum of heads circumventing the existence, just in time for his meds....!

No appetizers involved, just the mind that's evolved...
to the Darwinism of rhymers, a law, highly exalted...
the Double Helix complex, the skill inside of you all...
The finder, fine-lining, a claw to motion capture every rhyme that's drawn...
The designer, a flaw so minor, it's all inside of the head...
Of the same well wishers to ponder his genius when they lie in their beds...
A valiant lion, who's bred an empire of ravenous lions, like him
Completely from modern science instead of signs, watching
the Zombie Apocalypse rise from the dead...kill them, n' be at the Asylum
of heads circumventing the existence, just in time for his meds....!
Yes, it's roll call, I'm raps very own
Bone Saw, who alters reality n' dwells between his own laws..
Cold jaws, spit below zero, n' don't thaw...
Gnawing his fingers off... laughing, bones crackling...
No jacket, and... going back in his old ways, a old Cabin with...
Burnt out logs, A battered Kim, and Fif's Magic Stick!
Give me the Green Light, cause I don't know what traffic is...
I drive so I can crash some shit n' cause fatal accidents...
Ask for my drivers license... n' then ask again...
masking this... the Texas Chainsaw Massacre masochist!
Check my cabinets, graphic faces I stabbed up in
a Pentagram Hex... the sight of death gets me quite erect...
I like it, yet... do things to keep up the high...
A unmarked Jeep is my ride, I creep up at night, n' stick fucking people inside!
"Kids, evil's arrived!" Guns don't kill people? Shit! neither do I!
I get to feeding, deprived of eating a guy
for a quarter of the century has me all excited...
Hit the Chilean minors with a "Don't Die" survivor kit...
Who's fucking high as this? I need Snoop Lion's psychiatrist...
To try and fix this "Pimp my Ride" souped up mind of tricks...
And if you think that happening? it's actually quite cool...
Maybe when this crazy wears off, I'll grow up... like you.

Comments

So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises.

LOL @ the dust around from the mushroom cloud crushing, wow! Fucking clown! Yeah, how does it feel to be under ground? (Huh?) Literally. You can't get rid of me. Every bit of D- N-A is like a relay of keys placed, for you to Freebase... on A destructive nature of touching paper. A victim of habit. Up in your head, cause he lives in the attic like Roger from American Dad, scribbling at is.. notebook.. with Rachel McAdams face on the cover... he's physically had it. Needs Zoloft to doze off. So his father keeps... given em' tablets.. He sits in the blackness, drawing pictures of catfish. Why? Cause he's miserable, and considerably tragic. If you look at him, his innards are like a miniature of sinister lashes. So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises. I don't know what I'd do without this rapping shit, I'd probably h...

Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance... I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge... A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...

Time to yell, rhymes expel the kind of heat... That Satan couldn't handle in the furnace room, while he tried to sleep... I mean, venomous rage when this pen's engaged... penetration... his head's aching from all the fucked up medication... They'd never face em... why the fuck would they? Battle in hell... a pressure gauge of talent that's shattering wells... From a different planet, n' I must say that Saturn's swell.. I've had it, the smell ...of defeat in the cavern dwells.. I got an ego that needs to be popped, repeatedly... rock... your drive, I'm never parked, so why the fuck would I be in a lot? His stream of talent? well, it seems like a-lot... A genius, thought to be the next incarnation of Einstein with every line rhymed... It's my time, don't get clocked out... Fucking naked... baring my soul, it's apparent, I swallow arrogance whole... Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze ...

Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels? He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord. Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board. Watch the impact break through the floor And completely shatter your foundations support.

Uh, fine cloth.... A superpower, if I ever combine my thoughts... From the punch dimension, like the Cyclops. You know the government's doing psy-ops... why not? When you can die, suicide, by Cop. Rodney King got beat in the street.... billy clubs... No way he could compete... He was walking around.... kind of shocked at it How... they warped his noggin like a flying saucer, 'cause wow It's a sight to see if you ever catch an "Officer" down... Nah, Officer up... you exercise your freedom of speech? You'll probably get jumped. Walk up to you with an overconfidence of a pompous Push your buttons, so they can watch you destruct... They're waiting for you to act up, you thespian you... However you do.... they're waiting on that combativeness to get you 'removed'. And I don't mean in the same way like you're obstructing a class I mean like an officer, punching through glass. Reaching his hand in your car window, n' leaving blood, on th...

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