Drastic

I’m trying to finalize this trade between you heaven and hell involving your first round draft picks

Asterisk

You’ll know who’s robbing you maskless

Flee from the guillotine we’re known for drop in new baskets

Blast this

Across the omni

All anomaly

Off of the Donnie

Walkin calmly through this lost Jumanji

This is different but you all deny me,

While I traverse the realities that you author blindly

Often they would scoff at our offering call it awkward timing

If I can walk through the portal first you can walk behind me

Yeah i’m atheist but I talk divinely

Any of you ever been stalked for rhyming

No?

I didn’t think so

A Strange Days one off classic this is not a sequel

The sixth member of SG1 with a hefty gun

You’ll get dismembered affecting sons but I’ll bet we won

Them them afraid

Living in hate

The simian’s fate

Fishing in lake

If their biting I might give thee a plate

Idiom vague

Plenty innate trivium

Dealing in bait from straight oblivion gate givin’ em

Full obsidian slate

If I pay respect off the top I’m avenging with blade

Each of it taken off a block

I’m offending in ways

You wouldn’t ontologically get shock from living in pain

Even if all of this stops,

The potential exists

Think you callin the shots?

Determinism dissents

You even call on your gods

For me none of it fits

I’m sure to most apex entities I’m a son of a bitch

I’m a get through this maze

Even if I have to invent how to sift through the ways

Many in non euclidian unlocking different shades

Limited light compendium in spite of living in rage

Its splendid conversing with the Ascended

If it's mercifully emergent from words that burst into sentence

You’re cursed in an instance

A version perturbed and his surge is complicit

A permanent purge see him lurking with murderous interest

Loaded for bear

Coded for lair

Over the snare

The opening’s there

Hope to despair

Frozen in fear

Stuck in this motion he’s toting his gear

The harsher the critic the more potent the smear

Globalist sphere

Chosen the spear

Broken Asir omen

Open ears

Hoping they don’t wanna hear moping

I’m poking at weird slogans

Roving bare token

My flow is the nearest ocean

Hold his beer

He’s boastin a mere quotient

I appear grossest

Defiantly weird, cogent

Lyin there dyin

He’s high and the gears frozen

Iron steer firing flying with rare trojans

Motive clear

Nihilist goated giant of focus

For pious at pulpit who draw upon Mayan and Vulcan

Rhyming emotions knowin his mind is as open

Time for devotion where he is designed from the broken golden tier

These rappers they’re scatterbrain

We shatter frame with the precision of batarang

Same shit boiling, we spit on the track again

Different toilets?

Justice depends on the bladder stain