62 bars of evil

Lyrics like #Egypt's #scriptures, Call me the #pharaoh,

Death and chaotic disorder, as I #monch on the narrow,

When I #hop on #hip #hop, #BIG weights like #Rick #Ross,

#Divine entity in #celestial #form when I spit #cross..

Like #Jesus walking the lane of battles in his #prime,

#Mathematical #MC, #sqaured enough in #design,

In #a #sign, you #try #angles to fit in my #circle,

I don't put full-trust in you, corny like #Steve #Urkel,

#Extraterrestrial with the #high-#beam on your regime,

And genocidal-warlords fear me as the omnipotent #machine,

#Corporate-#prototype on ordered up frights,

Lord in grit, homo-fights, the #mortal inside his #prime,

Metaphorical rigamortis in this lyrical combat,

#Evil-#terminator, rap's #T-1000 against wombats,

Anaconda Python transforming servants to fossils,

Scallops withering to crust as I am hostile,

Crushing, gripping, slashing,

Pushing, ripping, hacking,

Razor-blade arsenal in my words,

Hieroglyphics versus me in a burst,

Climbing the stone-steps of Atlantis,

Top of the sprit-world, bombs I plant 'em,

I'm defending Castle Eden and villages,

Mummified like Irtyru inside stone pillages,

Wrapped in Jewels, throne drifting the Nile,

Roman emperor with wicked in style,

Your shit crowns my name, needa go down the drain,

The multisyllabic flow that will drown your fame,

Sicker sins surpassing scrimmage, senses sound the same,

Juggernaut Astronaut with ominous presence,

When I am present,

you so paralysed like cerebral palsy,

Affected the skeleton in minutes to turn you to a peasant,

My rhymes like the grim reaper and I am a lyrical holocaust,

Jew nazi that coming like blind sex, how much the baller cost?

Nah, I ain't paying, I'm desperate for the huff of snuff,

But you can't cuff what you can't snuff, you roughed up puff,

The omen is lazy, the smoking is hazy, I'm choking, it's crazy,

I'm foaming, like rabies, I'm owning these babies, I'm loathing, these trainees,

The moment, that saves me, sniffed coke and don't face me,

I'm packing more jazz and bizarre, with zah for stans: stanzas,

Eating wiggers like M&Ms and lyrically annihilating Eminem with chakras,

My thesis is like Einstien with science fiction; your thesis is feces,

Not fiction, just psychic literature in forms of wordplay that is scenic,

I'm kicking it with vision from the mind, that is a third-eye,

Jigga jigga on jigga and juggalos, marked for death with birth-signs,

The bullet In your bulletin; bullet-proof in your top ten,

Like ancient hieroglyphics in scripts to flop men,

Regiment-being who is omnipresent on musical beats,

Dictator on dick-eaters who try to dictate or use the streets.

These Ivory-coast bitches smell, got no ivory or coast,

These females like Ironman, large chest plates, I am the host,

Most of 'em bi, sexual-predators on cycles of estrogen,

Needing this alien-dick, period. Drugged on amphetamines,

Feeling ecstasy as I seduce that bitch to a thug-wife;

She butching the meat, bout to go ham on the beef,

The cunt is a lesbian, damn, she loves the rug-life,

Licking my carpet and doorknobs; more pussy to eat,

She doing a cat-cannabalism while experiment with my dick,

Catscan for broken-uterus; prolapse caused by penile high ticks,

The cunt was cumming here, but she fucked with the wrong guy,

Like her, I give no fucks now, I'm stoned like indian criminals at bong-night