I two-step with Lucifer, and ever since i started dancin,
Ive walked a fine line between Einstein and Charles Manson,
Starvin in this famine with my stomach growlin,
Like someone shouting a hundred thousand times louder than thunder poundin,
Fuck around and Ill punch youre mouth in,
Im king of the mountain, with my life in this project like its public housing,
Counting on the fact i fire bomb entire songs,
I wont stop until the worlds inside my palm like Viacom,
Diabolic, Ill supply the higher wattage via fibre optic wire,
Until you acquire some kinda knowledge,
Coz life made me grow wiser than old-timers,
Hot-headed like the ghost rider behind a slow driver,
Sole survivor, flowin lavas second nature,
So dont test, its best to save youre breath like respirators,
Ill throw a punch at youre ribs that gives youre lungs asthma,
And has you pouring out youre guts faster than Dutch Masters,
Drunk bastard, past the point of no return,
Like Denzel trickin Ethan Hawke into smokin sherm,
Judgement overturned, held in court like Mordecai,
Mortalize when i make statues bleed and portraits cry,
Ill go to war for mine, Rebel Army guard the border,
Im in the trenches barkin orders like Im Sergeant Slaughter,
Pray to Jesus H for mercy and plead youre case,
Coz on the frontlines youre dead the second that you see my face!

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November 2010