Who Am I

This sites a disaster, i emerged among masters

Its absurd, lyricism is smothered by dumb rappers

With simple lines, lets revert back to a sicker time

When i first learned to go berserk and spit a dissing line

There is proof its true i have a sickened mind

So i let loose and lose common sense, whats the specific time?

Should i be drunk yet? Should you be upset? Yes, don't attempt a rhyme

If you do i'll shake it off, and take it all as a forsaken sign

Step up to the [plate], take your time, because you're taking mine

You want [beef], your sadly mi[stake]n I'm

Raw and called insane, a dog off the chain, jump off a plane in a ball of flame

It's all the same, bars are heavy like a ball and chain, played all the games

but im all but ready for the Hall of Fame

So who am I? The casual guy, who has an actual life

Who spits the facts to your lies, trying to capitalize

While you are living half your life listening to the capitals lies

 

Names Azazel, the cursed and burned who wants the world

The berserk jerk that murks turds with absurd words

Who discovered the coveted ark of the covenant and covered it with dirt

Who spent years on the verge of a purge so he soul searched

The jameson hits the veins again

I take the stage and then

Make my payment when im in a deranged and enraged state again

Ive rearranged my brain waves this main frame updates again

Lost in his twisted mind he found god and made amends

But he's been revived, he's now locked on ready to start again

Head filled with carcinogens, the dread feels of innocence,

The dead spill out dissonant hymns, seeing red get distance from him

The current state of rap cant reach me, its needs an extension cord

But raps a malignant whore with a ninja sword,

Lyrical intercourse, im in a hospital, ive been admitted before

The morbid source of my insanity, Jack of course

I slap a whore, this is a hysterical lyrical attack

On the wack rappers, blacks, crackers making stacks

Not that that matters, you lack the skills to be masters, that's actual facts

Like a diabolical [alcoholic] i spit [bars] in an actual rap

 

I'm here to give you what you invested in, don't question it

just me honored i blessed you with my presence