Twenty Twelve

Destructive by design
 One touch and I'm inclined to get gully and vulgar
 I only first landed and killed Scully and Mulder
 Sci-Fi horror flick
 Distorted mix master soundtrack sorta slaughter
 Quarter click from major personality disorder
 Boy I got them fangs sharpened
 And got that thang chargin'
 Runnnin' down the street screamin' like a wild beast flingin' funky styles at you
 And even 5-D's beats is bustin' shots at you
 So duck mu'fucka, or get painted on the wall like these other mu'fuckas
 Jeepers, only remains are gold chains
 Mangled pieces
 Stains on my Adidas
 Abstract artist that got ya whole squad
 lookin' like a Jackson Pollock, splattered on canvas
 Slappin' those stanzas to ya face
 with no safety regulation taken into consideration
 Instant defacement with incineration
 Come with that junk, get thrown in the trunk
 with the rest of them pitiful emcees and them CDs
 you passed out you know I never will listen to
 You're landfill material (gar-BAGE)
 It's the player hater dark wit
 Laser saber Dark Sith
 And you say you Mace Windu, so I sling you out the window
 Fuck you and the Force, I'm the source
 Shine light in your third eye and throw you off coarse
 I'm the enemy
 Plus I know all your history
 The thing about me, you can't de-mystify the mystery
 Unidentifiable
 Only one survivor that's seen me can just describe and indefinable entity
 I got psychiatrists rockin' 3-D goggles, smokin' peace pipes
 Said they trying to see what I think like
 Seems like you were put here for me to exercise my lower chakra
 Drop the hammer on ya
 Proper
 Back the fuck up, boy he might shock ya
 My ghetto blaster
 Turns into an atom smasher
 At the press of a button and I ain't read the instructions
 So it's best you don't touch him unless you plan to get mopped up
 I'm from a planet called Off With His Head
 that's part of a solar system called Kill A Rapper Dead
 And once I tap into that monster mode in my soul
 all I see is red flashes
 All you see is blackness