Master of Terror

[Verse]
I'm the master of terror, hide your ass in the mirror
Hysterical's the mode you're going when you're near the
Lyricist, take a glimpse into the eye of the pyramid
Did I mention I was gonna make your head spin?
Like a microwave tray, and I can make faces
Look shocked as fuck every time that I take
A second just to rap for you
Here, let me take your coat and hat for you
Now have a seat, while I peel your cap back for you
I'm the last rap warrior that'll hack axe sort you
Rewind-
Now how you be liking it when I be doing it just like that for you?
In a massive mortuary full of dead rap recorders
Hand me the camcorder, this man's a damn mortar
Mortaring bricks up around the land and pertaining torture
Orbiting unfortunate rappers, opening up their orifices
Cloaking 'em up with torturous twisted contorted horrorish hells
Spit with a rusty sword, tip of this triggery gibberish
And this'll get a little more hectic when I cock that case and spit
It's Pixy Stix, I'm here to flip my tongue, rippin' 'em up with sadistic shit
Leavin' 'em ticked in piss, isn't this what you came here to witness, bitch?
Hiss, hissin' and spittin' the venom up in their eye until they can't witness it
Tickity-tock, tick-tickity-tick, time's runnin' out, time to get rid of, bitch
You don't really wanna get to fuckin' with the DNA when I'm runnin' up into the game to hit you with this art
'Tis too cold-hearted, weavin' the dark wisdom
I'm creepin' through your motherfuckin' house, looking for your spouse
What? You thought I was looking for you? Ouch
It hurts, doesn't it? Just to know that you're not the important one
But if it makes you feel better, I got another verse, and I can fork you one
It seems like you like this torture, son
Like, he like the type to course my fun
He like a python, he like the mic on
He like to constrict the mic while he types on
His keyboard, he bored, oh lord, he 'bout to start typin' a little more morbid
'Bout to start hacking 'em out in the horror
Reachin' the apex, and then he records it
Of course this a course
A contortionist couldn't make it through it, with a lit torch and the GPS coords
I call it wireless
You know I'm known to spit that dire shit
The virus, the hybrid, mal- mal- malfunction like Cyrax
With a mismatched wiring kit
His ass is dyin' and shit, my ass is inclining in this
Time pass, and the final is just not fast in the vinyl abyss
My ass is smilin' with the trophy, but hopefully they'll let me keep his head as a trophy
You don't know me, you don't know that actually when it comes to rap - I got a master's degree
Of making bastards suffer drastic degrees
While I'm taking 'em through massive catastrophes and beats with no features
Just me sucking the life out of this beat like a lyrical leech
Spiritual speech, imperial word miracle breach
It ain't a miracle on 57th street, it's a massacre on every street
Things will never be how they used to
I remember when I used to spend my spare time rapin' everybody on YouTube
Everybody come through, who wants a piece of my new groove?
Wordplay, I'm spitting voodoo
And who knew DNA was a rapper that was this coocoo?
I'll boo boo kachew you, tell me what would you do if you knew
What? Everything that I was about to say
Could you still figure out a way to out-slay my mouth today?
Shut me down and lay me out today?
Or will you still drown in the abyss of my words? Chemical lie
In a minimal try, you'll end up where the rest of the animals lie
I'm an intangible guy, tangled up, in a Tarantula's eye
As I frantically try to make it out of this web like I'm stuck in limbo
I can fuck a bimbo in a dark shed to this beat's tempo
Leak ten flows off a building, land on my feet and then go
Down the sidewalk of Primrose, I'm spitting ten flows that'll make Glen close his nose
Spin around to the back of her head, I hope your in for
This outro, 'cause I already spit you the intro
And I'm 'bout to get in my grim mode, and I never been simple
I'm complex, on deck with bomb threats
The song gets people backed in the corners, they're on check
Now let me keep on wrecking the shit out of you
Now get the hell out of here 'fore I [?]
You 'bout to get tossed into an untouchable apex when I place my pen
Catch 'em by the neck and stick your neck in-between two skateboard decks, bitch
And to all my exes, I hope you know now who not to mess with
Get your head split open on the bed 'til blood's flowing over to spread
Do you even know that you're dead?
Fuck throwing bread out to the crowd, I'm handing arms and legs out
About the time I pull a hundred gallon keg out and stick my head down in it
And down it all in one minute without drowning in it, I'm bound to get it
Like a hound, I sniff it out, like how could get this any more unfathomable?
I'm bout to show you as I hold you over an [?]
And throw you over a thousand miles to the ground, oh, to destroy you