Dorian Gray of rapping, I swear... the ugliness inside of me is enough to put a crack in the mirror but I can't say the Portrait ain't capture the spirit.

I start bold
I'm the Raider of the Lost Arc.
the apex of disaster. Mocking the dark.
My weakest rhyme? can shoot to the top of the chart.
I'd dumb it down, but either way? They're not really smart.
So what's the point? Brilliance here, stroking my ego.
In the innocence of the world trade, hoping for Evil.
I'm Marked For Death... which is cool. I'm fine, watching you phony's fail.
Poke your eyes out...rocking Seagal's ponytail.
Ha. Back-breaker. The Bane of your existence.
Painful, when resistant. Aim, and then I rip shit.
My frame's of misfit. Tactical wear for all the rappers in here
Who think they're sick, but are masking their fear.
Dorian Gray of rapping, I swear... the ugliness inside of me is
enough to put a crack in the mirror
but I can't say the Portrait ain't capture the spirit.
Aging 1000 years for every torturous rhyme that I've forced in my mind.
Making a fortune designing the bastard instruments of my course, with a line.
So get your torches and find...
The light at the end...
Cause I don't like to pretend.
When I'm typing? this pen's likely a friend to give me a knife,
bottle of Vicodin, and... a license to spend
most of my vacant time taking your spine out of its column.
Detaching the pivot point right down to the bottom.
With all of this weak royalty? Getting the crown was no problem
I just snatched it. Along with the gown, then dotted out
of it, plotting a next attack on any clown who goin' want it...
You see? It's crucial I flex these musical pecs'...
Using this text as a noose to your neck... hanging you from your own
bullshit, then removing the steps.
It's an exclusive, I guess.
And the fact I do this in less than a minute, with no perpetual limits only proves I'm the best
So you? should address the greatness that's emerged.
Channeling words instrumental to success to all your panicking nerves.
Man, this deserves some kind of eerie theme music.
Or at least pyrotechnics, smoke screens, and some flashing lights.
I am a rap device.
I'm telling you to kill yourself, and I ain't asking twice.
Slash your wrists, and consider it favor as I detach your fists...
completely from the wound and bash you with your own fractured limbs..!

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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