[MadChild] I give you the creeps, my style's sickening First the awakening, Prepare for the quickening Battle sole controller, There can only be one Drink a can of Pepsi-cola, While I'm walking on the sun I'm ill, equipped with interchangeable weaponry Three mystical blades, And multiple personalities Come crisp with raspiness witchcraft to grasp this Depth of perception schizophrenic perfectionist My direction is out there past the stars Part beast, with powerful jaws and sharp claws Exceptional in this physical existence s** on my potential and choke on this persistence For instance I'm the light That's shining in the distance Palm trees pina colodas citrus and incense I'm intense, joker laugh get broke in half Like Sylvester Stallone cuff the balls, stroke the shaft No doubt I'm immaculate I'm tackling those Cackling crows attacking and I'm packing in shows Transform, but still come with fantastic form Ancient war chants thank surpa** the norm Windstorm that is creating a god-awful mess Now take a shot at the best I got a lot off my chest And this is hot off the press and it sizzles and scorches Escort you down a deep dark cave lit by torches [Prevail] Yo, man how ya feeling? Man for realla I could k** a gorilla I'm a breed of the last regime In activation on a planet of freaks I frequent hollows and abandoned hallways And the poisons in my abdomen So watch my movement always I take the dings out of my old armor Remove the rings out of my old grenade parlor I stay sharper than the tails from the pardoner And twice as sharp as the wreath The hands of the hooded wanderer Some will wonder how much longer Before the berserkers conquer I promise my attack on all those who sponsor The material put out by monsters In appearance of king Richard the third My style comes precured There's no further twisting necessary There's many ways to enter through farens emba**y And take your place on the last line of security Renege from hymns of blasphemy Swine red wine and beads of rosary