Rhyme Asylum - Who Goes There lyrics

Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run... [Verse 1: Possessed] As fast as you can f** flame-throwers I throw flames from the napalm of my hand Don't theorize I practise what I preach Bite the bullet as I catch ‘em in my teeth Intellectually God-like Second you step in my shadow, you developing frost-bite Head of a lost tribe Collect cyclops not right I haven't entered your top five (What the f**) Rub Lot's wife in the wound Loose cannon, diss me you lighting the fuse As the bride and the groom tie the knot Wrap the rope round their throat and then tighten the noose There's no appeasing my hunger Prometheus stole fire from Zeus I'm stealing his thunder If you can't join ‘em beat ‘em From out this mouth of madness comes the voice of reason [Chorus] Who Goes There? It's Possessed and I rep to the d**h of the underground Who Goes There? It's Psiklone and I rep for the best in the underground Who Goes There? It's Skirmish and I rep for the heads in the underground Who Goes There? It's RA, RA, RA, RA, RA, [Raaaaah] [Verse2: Skirmish] Coming for blood no need ducking your punch Cos I'll catch your thrown fist and crush your knuckles to dust f**ing with us you get impaled on a hook Got no leg to stand on, you shot yourself in the foot I'm mentally sick in the mind Tell the judge it ain't me they just keep running into the knife A hired hit man scoping you With infa-red laser beams, lock load and shoot A secret society of a chosen few With home-made explosives in soles of shoes Scratching the flesh off of the back of my heads Where I want the barcode removed The lost twin of the son of Durell Bullets from loaded pistols couldn't puncture my shell Nor exploding missiles never drew blood from myself RA put you under a spell [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3: Psiklone] I'm the genesis of metaphysics Never weak, I created god in less than 7 minutes RA stretch the limit Doctors are still counting my IQ's never ending digits [Appear] from barrels of gun smoke My poison pen's ink is the blood of Marilyn Monroe License to drive you insane Never lost my voice, but sometimes it tries to escape Soul Reaver without a heart Premature, tore myself from the womb at spat out thousand bars Balthazar's demonic counterpart Blowing marble temples down like a house of cards Bring your reinforcements A mind so great I'm trapped in this body like Steven Hawking Drawn by evil forces I've been to hell and back… and then collapsed from heat exhaustion [Repeat Chorus]