(The dead cry out through blistering heat
Their souls perishing in the wind of an Oppenheimer explosive
Initiate genocide, population cleansing manifesto
Cancerous cells invade the byways of a blade that shifts through layers of fleshy earth
Incarcerated souls
Seven deadly sins of saving grace
Hell on earth
Sweltering, Suicide, Savior descends
Lyrics impend overt combat
Fight fire with water lest the elements digest the human race, Rap my son..)

Swallow the hollows I spit, follow my wit, face first you hit, the nature of the beast, in case you’re disgraceful I’ll get you split, dissect you with the papers where my lyrics written get you smitten by the cr-cr-creation of my shit
I’ve lost the patience to cohabitate with traitors, enemies & fakers, fair-weather fools & wasters, dick tasters, paper chase through nature like a vulture feasting on the carcasses of haters, I’mma market my distaste for saviors, saying they were sent to save the game, the gamers need a change, the fake’s in need of segregation, hate’s in need of obliteration, invading outer space with lasers, lyric Satan, burning bodies like it’s Commonwealth, the common health of nations needs revision
Decision sits with those in power, the hour is at hand & how are we to save our tower? Build the armies, bombard the enemies with napalm, commies, liberals & openminded falsely step to us, so torch their homes
While dome is given sloppily upon my throne I crown myself & praise my nomenclature, step to my family I’ll suck your soul out through your face you waste of space, you space waster, graceful hell raiser, I’mma debaser
Deface your currency, erase the debt, replace the face on dollar bills with mine, kiss the ring & praise my epithet, your sect’ll separate when I start to running shit, I gunned down Gandhi in a past life you bitch, I’m violent, I’mma god dethroner, enough to give Whitney Houston’s corpse the rigor mortis then bone her, by night a stoner, by day a student, prudent with the raps, elude you like Criss Angel, your mind would freak if it had a chance to become one with mine for a week
Sneak through like Splinter Cell with my DoubleSpeak, like it’s 1984, make you adore my voice, make you beg me for more, alluring when I enunciate, truncate your limbs & load em in my trunk, is that okay to say? Is it okay to rap this way? Make you bitches nap this way when my gums flap this way, guns clap this way if your clan tries to pass this way, I’ll bitch slap the naysayers, hack this day, intersect you with a machete, I stay 51/50
Run this game, fuck these lames, cash for my raps, “Pay up!” I say, fuck this game, sums for days cuz you owe like Pookie, leave your body decomposed smelling like Snooki’s pussy, rookies mess with Cookie leave with nookies
Aspiring bookie, never retiring speakeasy, I cough like Weezy then pick back up with the speed like Tech, I’ll wreck & check a mic & sex a set with expertise, you on your knees praising what I do, I’m on some Wu-Tang shit, I’m loose
Things get darker when I delve in magic, Wiccan spitting, Holy Spirit, holy shit! I start to fear it, time & again my own words start to haunt me, taunt me, laughing, Fonzie rapping as my mouth begins to taste like leather
I need a drink to quench this feathered cotton mouth, I’m feeling like a cottonmouth, I’m poisonous, I’m boisterous
The voice of this phantom in my esophagus is growing weary, teary-eyed I see the bleary future for our planet & I can’t stand it, stand to watch as clocks are stopping, bombs are dropping, zero hour, heroes flower from the ground & get struck down by weapons, in seconds life will perish, cherish it while there’s something left cuz something’s breath is breathing down this planet’s neck, this planet’s next
I regret to tell you that my voice is insufficient, words I utter cannot stop apocalyptic mission, I’ll toss the raps I got at it in hopes it quits but chances are we’re doomed & I can’t see through the slit torn in heaven’s womb
But I’m hoping God’s up there smiling on me as I flow, crying for me, tryna let me know that no matter the weight of the world that’s on my shoulders when the mic is in my hand I mother fucking throw boulders bitch!

Yeah, I’mma rapping fool so fuck the ProTools, I’m powerful, I’m almighty, master of my destiny, I’m Highlander, highly revered like Paul, spin these discs like Pauly D, calling me a god, on your knees again, I lay the dowsing today on ya, put my body on ya when I flex & make you feel the strength of Sampson
Tearing pillars down to renovate your mansion, Mmmbop, you know the fucking rest, get to dancing to the beat of my drums, my thumbs in your eye sockets, my rhymes flowing through the dry sockets, teeth gone from rap decay, like cavities
I’m having these hoes for lunch, gravity can’t have a stab at me cuz I am flying high, flying by so high, so when you see me shut your mouth, worship my verses as time continues & life gives way to Caddy hearses

Bitches, Cookie, fuck with it..

(Fight fire with water lest the elements digest the human race, Rap my son.. rap..)