Roller Coaster

"How many people have I already killed?
There were those six that I knew about for sure
Close enough to blow their last breath in my face
But this time..."

I've lost track of my body count
The amount is enormous
Dropped in sector four
Nonconformist intimidates
Eliminating all heads of state
The punishment is banishment
Tarnishing and vanishing

I'm running shit
Titanic panicking
Manic depressant
Addicted to adolescence
At the end of the crescent
Dragon's eyes glow fluorescent
Second guess or rest in peace
Get laced in radioactive waste that's released

Beast fit for a king
Then bring two servants
Words swerving and curving
You'll get what you're deserving
It's urgent
Madchild slice precise like a surgeon
Emergency exit is where you're headed
Ha forget it

I'm your host to the roller coaster
Stick to your guns and cling to your holster
I'm your host to the roller coaster
Stick to your guns and cling to your holster

As MCs slowly slip into sleep
Without battling with their hands up
Their homeboys act like Casey and Finnegan
Now this tends to send trends of frenzy into forensics
And then medics get it
Let it spread like books of Dianetics

I'm a credit to my field of study
I, I kneel to nobody
You'll be as lucky as Lucy-Ann
If you get a word in edgewise
When it comes to being wordwise
I've got an edge
And a worldwide urge to rock on more wax than Verve
I'm in a class of my own
And still throw the great curve

The great curse of a poet is to run short on ideas
Works twice like two-way mirrors
My advice might slice like shears

The penalty is execution
Suffer consequences
Intense as a prison riot
Barbed wire fences
Tenses
Your excellency senses assassins in the entrance
Disguised as my apprentice
Non-equivalent

Sibilance in every sentence
Send a message
Or buy horseback to the castle
Through the forest
Over the hill with no hassle
Scrolls scripted in gold
Ancient enlightenment
Wizardry and wisdom's expressive excitement

Handsome and lonesome
The brand new heaviest
Lunacy in unison
Magnificent specimen

The pinpointed path to the pit and the pendulum
Hypnotic gases still whirl on the last curl of the wind
Massed and narrows in with Apollo and Artemis
To cause pestilence
And rid the providence
Of so-called dominance
He and I, the most decadent
With a promise of providence

I'm adamant about your iris seeing the style I use
When it's evident
I compile a charge like an alkaline pile

The concubines of pantomimes
More war chants and streamlined design
Underlined ligaments
And imagined figments
The tragic and epidemic rise of 0.5 micro-pigment

Can you dig it?