Audible Obliteration

Lyrics

Please lend me, creations loyal patrons Kneel for purification, focus the martyrs We distance forsaken and stop that frail hand from shaking Not providing is the honourable living no raping Vocally volatile champion if i'm decedant Optical, illusions, obnoxious will Abusing you with noxious little quips With biting prose and iron-clad witts All homed in the brazen tip of a battle torn vic Brandished upon desire of the lyricist Doseone else, itself in the words I, manfiest Leaving that pally club, in blood lead for your alien Savicks comms modern man modest the spom Label's favourite concubine Must have sucked some serious dick to get signed But bright nows i'm breezed behind Cocked and primed from out that station Some miss a polla up in audible, abomination Act complacent or any pinkish tissue pulsating In that in a year the cynicy is oblierating With an osphere affinity for hurricaning (here we- oh that's not about it...) I grab my intellect automatically Cruise it's like AU yanda'go' im'a MC I'm a augment your existences, consistency is he who you think you be Autopsy working out kinks in a personal autonomy Public officials have been quoted as gull-I-B-L-E Boy i simply scoff at your audacity And people attempt to thrash me In that awkward auditory sense I'll make you the one man walking horny And send auction that or for six pence Simply content with my authenticated rap And giving one more now life was bad listen to an autograph Be my old pal fast Be gone mass hopper money crew lost boot-lash You better slither your coldblooded ass back into that there grass Obviously your obese eagle's obstructing my path Besides, oblivion's about a mile and a half in that direction So run along obsess, paid perfection obedient mongrels Not stretching, reality around truth Yester is seen through obscene gestures You and your idiotitic obscure thought are secretly store bought But i observed and caught You silent looking synthetic, smiling in a window display Obliged to convery the pathetic dying off shoots of any cultures You're what we call an akultza, a weakling Try and be conscious of what you think, before stepping between a mic, this man and, his instinct (ahahaha ayo Dose they still listening, obliterate 'em) I scope skeptics speaking yang yet can't hear knock off bang on would So i'm'a scum minds like child would Quite predictably misunderstood When Judge Facumacumas take it to the state gutter Then play woo-coo-wee-can- and wonton buttplugger Get your soul out the gutter another mamma's thought martyred Made you laugh, particle to spit Buttered word of the mother In a thanks for life sense, better get to liking Past tense 'cause flesh and flame, fellow false sense of permanence And presently vermin is the power Just form a physically body desemble is this minimal, to match Conception nonesensical vaginal infection Near trivial imperfection in a big tarnished world Open down face down fantasising in a puddle of earl Garnishing one armed lepper girls, with flower petals and pearls See i kinda like you with your hair curled Or better yet headless Feel free to aid and abet this MC's squat fransisco fetish Close mind to critics give me my credit Unless you can freak tarred and feather in the coming spring season Lacky lacking rhyme and reason Keeping it real we talk about Riemann Your beings are repaid for deep marks Nothing my all seeing Ku-ku ball At last i say Audible obliteration and No more! It's audible alliteration It's audible obliteration It's audible alliteration It's no swat It's audible obliteration with J. Rawls It's audible obliteration It's deep for society It's audible alliteration It's audible obliteration I am the illest thing in the creation Know to become to this earth's surface true to the bone In a poetic sense Metaphorically other MC's after they tank whether it's past present or future I shall not let you in the constant stream of things the thought Is what has got me beading unto the sun It is my coming month... (inaudible)