The writing sk**z scoop timeframes like turntables remix
I transfix the x-factor
I feed like Kellogg's, milk and additives
My rebirth heretics levitates
Frequently twilights between this world and comic
I rips up, mix up the balance in my radius -
Prefix my substance
After nine months I come out liberated with four albums
But frustrated cause my walkman wasn't waterproof
Steven Strange stated I was born battle-proof
They delivered me with five mic's -
Vocal armour like Reno Bryce
My speech device enhanced with metaphor megabytes
I torpid, Frank Castle describes I morbid like Arthur Douglas
My fresh sh** surfs vicious like Norrin Radd
My first step gets me b**hslapped by Jennifer Walters
To focus on my opus, Dr. Otto Octavius witnessed my first
Piss radius, I spit in Bruce Banner's face
Victor von Doom directly said I was a marvellous artist
Regardless Eddie Brock still punched him in the nose
The whole room froze when he started
Fighting with Cletus Kasady
To bisect this miscue - Felicia Hardy scratched the one, two, one, two and told them to stop
Verse 2:
I smoke tapedecks, my tongue smacks monologs of
Unbreakable alloy
This B-boy, Marvelsoy packs raps obese like Fred Dukes
At six I rebel, jump paralel buildings without parachutes
I'm in my polyester suit with dirty sox
Flow over Morris Bench with my aqua-docks
I sprinkle astro-dust while Lucas Bishop rips a wormhole
With a firm hold I arm-wrestle Max Dillon's electrons
With nenobots
I got a lapdance from Emma Frost and my first wet-dream
At 18 I dwell with Ben Grimm cause he rocks
I found a titanium mic covered with dust
Nick Fury punched me in the lip, saying when Xavier talks better shut the f** up
I pop up, wreck more metal particles than Jim Logan
I lick up energy, my exon gets stretchy plastic like Reed Richards plus fantastic like four in one
I pour on liquid language then ice the average with Bobby Drake, I pitch nocturnal with Kurt Wagner
sh** I max out - currently break off
I take off blaze energetic allegory, I'm too beastly
Rip off limbs when I storm with a fistful of cataphysicals
I rock arsenals of fictionals, imation alls are my people
My world is better than this one and everyday it gets darker Peter Parker axed who he should choose
Felicia or Mary Jane - I said I f**ed'em both – but I like the redhead better - she puts my needle to her groove
And Ezekiel Sims is my father
I'm Marvel 1 on 1
Live with it – eat with it – drink with it – spit with it
I'm Marvel 1 on 1
Sleep with it – ride with it – piss with it – sh** with it
I'm Marvel 1 on 1
Kiss with it – mastrubate – f** with it –smoke with it
I'm Marvel 1 on 1