Pandemonium Parody

(“Radio static”) “Please Stand By We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties”. . .

Scene One . . . (Start Beat)

When the veils lifted, the show commences with the Mic protagonist resemblin…/
The antagonistic means of missile ballistics that hits knot heads leavin em twisted…/
In my distorted linguistics & in a matter of minutes I split intellects wit the quickness like African dicks in Japanese clitoris’s…/
Flippin foreplay practices to oral tactics like porn actress-is spewin wordplay habits as subliminal antics…/
That inflicts similar to lush-lips around penis tips…/
Still I catch fingertips like Chinese finger-grips when skimming my scripts…/
Rip ya at the hips cripple ya flow stiff like drips from hypothermic needle-tips…/
Slice the feeble wrists and stick sulfuric-acids in the band-age strips. . ./
In specifics these minimal clips from pitiful cliques means maximal spits…/
From Taurus’s who bullshit more than congested pipes in Toilets’s//
Synopsist becomin lunatic on manuscripts I strike panic in critics
Like if Britney spears got sick from dick wit DJ Quik sayin “Put It On Me” quick
like Jenna Jamie-son in porno flicks grew hair on her tits wit Chris Kirkpatrick her tits. . ./
And I exposed it as part of my promotional gimmicks//
Comin raw! makin niggaz piss so many gobs of blood-clots… in the draws they castrate they own balls
I infiltrate “synagogues“ condemn the “gods” and ridicule religi-ons hot like chop-shops…/
Gettin more head in the confessional box’s than barber shops bustin my cock like Israeli glocks…/
I withdraw physics and re-state laws In mid-air decapitate ya head raw then mutilate ya vertebrae into shish-kabob//

Scene Two

When it comes to primal rage the feelin is mutual…/
I hold the manual Ya Couldn’t see me if ya had bifocals for pupils…/
Learn! You can’t spit hot shit if ya were hurlin boiling turds/
If ya Drank “kerosene” first ya vocals couldn’t “burn” verbals in a verse/
The purposes of murder-ers is like fine signatures from Thomas Hearns/
Rubbin it in like Lubriderm for dick-heads standin firm/
Massaging ya nerves like Pee Wee Herm spraying sperm gettin no pussy if ya splurged wit Howard stern //
My Bad-Habits fill brains wit thoughts of Malice. . ./
Serrain-wrappin rapid These Candy-Wrappers tactics. . ./
Makin heads nod attractive in plastics aiding thoughts of static. . ./
Like I’m rappin Packaged Medicine-Tablets that’ll Hit ya like stray-dogs in Massive-Traffic. . ./
Tragic when ratings nc17 explicit is systematic to children through manic cinematics or pornographics. . . /
Now the Kids are Melodramatic wit Drastic Semiautomatics that's Attackin establishments like Graphic-Stabbin//
“Audience applause!!!” (Thank Y’all Thank Y’all)
When the number three count falls// (Knock-Out!)
Ya finished after I deliver clairvoyant Jabs and Punches . . ./
You Couldn’t “Bag” Battles, If they were “Sack-Lunches”// (Mommy!)
Firmly “Liftin” my intellect in lessons . . . “Reppin” the energetic “Bars” in sessions . . . /
Droppin the “Heaviest” impressions. . .that'll bruise ya Mid-Section// (Oohhh! Shit!!)
So don’t underestimate, the lyricist who elaborates “Metaphysics” . . . /
And possess minds of Mic “Physicists” like Holy-Spirits . . ./ (Uh!…Who Dere)
Burnin ya “Optics,” strip ya “Vision”…Spittin 10 barz Earsplittin wit Catch-22 diction’s that’s 32 incisions/
We “Collide” proficient like “Kamikaze” missions . . . Heads vibin “Radiant” like “Nuclear-Fission” . . ./
HiP-HoP musicians is the sufficient Nutrition…“Slangin” the “Narcotic” of truth wit no “Prohibition . . ./
Where’s the intermission
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