Opium - Homeboy Sandman

Firewater

I wield the Ichabod Mortimer

Midnight marauder

Corner store loiterer

Dark corridor voyager

Baccalaureate in fangoria

Poet laureate

Prehistorian

Stegosaurian

Hornyish

I mean, triceratopsian

Topsy turvy

By duds stained dried blood burgundy

I make cuts like surgery

Certainly

It’s all first person

Personally

I make Hercules run like Mercury

I make mercury rise

Mirror, mirror

Who’s the fairest foodshopper in the Fine Fare?

Audiological warfare for mademoiselles and mon freres

I can’t fail

I don’t feel no fear

Yeah

When I hock spit toxic hot spittle

They’ll hold you like a hostage

In the hospital

Trot Nixon, sock syllables

Inhospitable

And all attempts to feud are futile

Don’t get it confused

It’s my short fuse and your funeral

And that’s irrefutable

I’m not a dentist I just brush a lot

I eat muff a lot

Not!

Though I have in the past and might in the future

For setting roofs on fire, I’m despised by roofers

I do the kama sutra

A super kinda tune, coming through, my bazooka

Mad dudes like «duke nuclear»

I’m Duke Nukem

So it’s the start of your ending

And that’s based on the pretext that y’all all pretending

So keep talking about your bad temper

It’s mad tempting

Rec execs, be attentive

'Cause I’m finding it hard to comprehend why honorable men only get honorable

mention

We now present you with the present tense, reinvented

It’s funky and it’s heaven sent

Which makes it heaven scented