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