Sick Lunatic

I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
 From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
 I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
 From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
 This is my theme music, devils go to sleep and have dreams to it
 A green fluid that leaks in your brain like the beat's sewage
 The newest ninja turtle, my verbals are like crop circles
 The language of an alien life form who cops purple
 The perfect flow, pocket like a pilot in a cockpit
 Whose firing rockets of violent, offing some pilin
 Hostages bodies and homemade coffins, I got a vile of toxins
 Send you flying through the air like Mary Poppins
 Y'all are barely popping, I'm a grizzly bear chomping
 Through your epidermis, F your workers, effortless verses
 Ap is perfect, overload the circuits in your iPhone
 The Silver Surfer, murder every universe where I roam
 The rose colored, blood flooded rooms like Redrum
 My flow's novocaine, blow your brain, leave your head numb
 The psychopathic, writing magic words like holy Shaman
 I leave your homie watching while I throw you in a coffin
 I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
 From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
 I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
 From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
 I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
 From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
 I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
 From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
 I be the
 I shit out shitters, shake Richters and ricochet
 Bullets that'll have you stepping quicker than Kid 'n Play
 My missiles slay little gay rappers who exist today
 Fist'll rock, pistol pop, darkness will eclipse your block
 Bitches stop dead in they tracks to go and get a cop
 Get a job, get involved, fuck with me and get dissolved
 Problem solved, gun revolved, caveman who can't evolve
 Molotov cocktails, burnin' servants of the cloth
 Back 'em off, blast 'em off, deep as Isaac Asimov
 Kalashnikov, Ap is off meds, takin' off your heads
 Shatter backs like Shaq backboards in basketball
 Scatter brain, addict of Ativan and Adderall
 Add 'em up, body count shows that I'm bad as fuck
 A Baseball Furie in battle yellin', "Batter up"
 A bitter cynic, spit acidic verses that'll hit a critic
 Harder than Riddick did it, admit it, y'all are on the di-dick
 I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
 From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
 I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
 From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
 I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
 From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
 I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
 From the mist of the darkness, I come with this