The Darkest Cloud

I pray to God for His blessing to consent slaughter
 Your seven ounces of brain holds 2 percent water
 Literately your dried idea belongs under your arm pits
 Full armed spit. My palms slick with this engraved
 Vakill in quotation's the nicest
 After I come fuck this liquid hell
 Only hoes that's giving head is getting flotation devices
 Digest words to kill by
 Auto-pilot my technique so even if I sleep on my own shit it's still fly
 I'm Gods only begotten renegade angel; saint-sinner
 Make anemic hemorrhage, I can draw graphic scenic image with paint-thinner
 Let the bullshit stop to a screech with hot lead
 I beseech hip hop heads til the tooth brush is obsolete
 Many fuck around and catch a reach flip top head
 I set respectable trends
 Til the sickest emcees blueprint my testicle skin
 Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks to your chin
 Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than
 Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
 Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands
 Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan
 Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than
 Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
 Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands
 Cause the darkest cloud...
 I'm voicing oral crucification with a mouth full of nine inch nails
 Conceptually blazing in trails, with your skeletal remains and entrails
 Impaled, snug and cushy
 My hip-hop status is c-section (why?)
 Cause I'm a cut above you pussies
 My DNA spliced with a Japanese feudal lord
 Brutal sword lacerations with impartial rhymes
 Keep a bitch that's a ten
 Pimping's like Farrakhan with cerebral palsy,
 I can start a million march of dimes
 Significant sever uncertain signs salivating
 Circus around cyphers of a venomous serpent kind
 Dizzying bitches, merking niggas grizzly and vicious
 Til they minus flesh and bone like Layzie, Krayzie, Bizzy, and Wish's
 Who's the sickest shitting this year?
 And your continuation of breathing all depends on how good's the answers
 Fuck up and the judge will sentence me so many times
 You'll have to indent this shit and put it in stanzas
 Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than
 Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
 Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands
 Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan
 Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than
 Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
 Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands
 Cause the darkest cloud...
 I don't talk shit, I give shit a second language
 You ass betting a dyslectic Spanglish
 Hope for the best but expect the anguish
 Presently, sleepers dying pissed off
 And my sole solution for the chronic bed wetting is electric blankets
 My diatribe merks entire tribes
 I'm the 13th ghost from (?)
 So when I make the alphabet perform Karma Sutra
 The English language'll have to be stapled-stitched back together with stainless steel armored sutures
 Drunken word techniques for (?) Tequila liqour
 Shit bananas with a peel and a Chiquita sticker
 (Heat a clip up?), puts kids to sleep
 Spitting Korean entrepreneur flows that (push wigs to eat?)
 Illuminous whip, darkest cloud cumulous (?...?) numerous clicks, cancer tumorous sick
 Nickel, slick, quick, humorous spit
 Liquid sword salivation til throats of every consumer is slit
 Shit. In every recessive state my flows a regal spectacle
 If I was born with one nut I'll still be legal testicle
 And niggas shit-popping more outstanding worth than weight
 Can't hold a fucking candle to me with Bob Hope's birthday cake
 I've enhanced that you've had rules
 Putting bodies on the mic and watch the flies make a leap to its death
 If the name of my profession is "Fuck You" then basically what I'm trying to say is...
 Never mind, my work speaks for itself
 Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than
 Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
 Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands
 Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan
 Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than
 Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
 Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands
 Cause the darkest cloud...
 Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than
 Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
 Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands
 Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan
 Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than
 Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
 Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands
 Cause the darkest cloud.