MP:Chronicles of the Rhyme Number 1
I am the ILLEST LYRICIST cause my thoughts are TWISTED, spit the wicked rhymes from a time thats never EXISTED, my futuristic linguistics turn fools into STATISTICS, I'm a lyrical MISFIT, with SADISTIC CHARACTERISTICS, I perform murderous ACTS in my raps with a single BREATH, Any one who dares contest is gettin stabbed through the CHEST, makin A MESS, its no longer BENIGN the weed I'm consumin, tranformin from a cartoon blur into a human, I'm spittin words from MY MOUTH, that are turning you INSIDE OUT, I am tieing nots in your intestines like I'm a fuckin BOY SCOUT, You see its workin out, I'm rearranging your whole skeletal structure, I take a syringe an begin my ACUPUNCTURE, when I rupture, I kill 20 engaged in my rages, Turnin people into cartoons to THEN I ERASE THE PAGE