For a dinner of tasty brats crazy cops chased me 80 blocks
In a baking hot black and gray Fiat that maybe got
3 miles to the gallon with a baby cot
So I sit back and pray that I’m way beyond
Their wavelength and bandwidth
Cause San spits acidic to limit the mimics whenever it is my hand twists
Wrist is listless, holding a cancerous lance
Your surviving? There’s no chance of it man, abandon your plan
I’m a tarantula, cramping your lack of style here
So fear the guy in disguise piping in Zamfir with the grand beard
No wizard is needed
Whenever Stephen speaks it, heed it with the quickness
Otherwise, find your ears bleeding
Your simple rimes move units but never brain cells
My lyrics are trained to maim well whenever the pain dwells
As for the rest, they fell and never recovered
never mind an upholstery store man, my sentiment’s rougher

So let an upstanding member of society cold rip it up once
The mastodon Cornelius, draining all of your trust funds
Crush crumbs to subatomic powder for Susan Powter to Snort
Filth Anselmo with suede Velcro, mouth for the war
Now to repoire, I’ve done it all. Abundant and then some
My Marianas Trench tongue outlook is deep
It gets deep enough to drown nine leviathans
My arrival has rivals unraveling with my style, grim
Tremble in denial, hope the teeth whitening distracts
Chips flying in the air, enamel snowstorm collapse
My cohort is stacked with enough to crush your speakerboxes
I breath apocalypse to bleed you novice novelists
Hobbling hobnobbing authors offer a slaughter dose
Got you calling an audible, drowned out in the crowd’s roars
I’ll take you out in three, no need for round 4
Adidas purple cordura forums, your crown, torn

A lowly rival wanted his Doleac trophy back
I told him hit the road on all fours and a Moby hat
There’s no rehab from the sickness which my mind inflicts
Addictive riming schemes, saliva screams, it’s kind of sick
Got psychiatrics looking at me like it’s time to tick
And I’m the bomb, ready to detonate in a riming blitz
Tonight it is the proper time to let them all know.
I’ll cut fast, but in the replay, they’ll fall slow
Appalled at the show with Paltrow in a Volvo
I wait for all these dinosaurs, will they evolve? No.
My riming is a sword forged in a torturous rage
Forced, the unfortunate step and it’s more for the grave.
I’m at war with the page, trying to drown it in the blackest ink
Soon enough it succumbs to the one…in half a blink.
A tattered wing from a fallen angel provides the pen.
Fort Wayne to wherever you call home, invite him in.