Switchblade - Swollen Members

I’ve lost track of my body count

The amount is enormous

Dropped in sector four

Non-conformist intimidates

Eliminating all heads of state

The punishment is banishment

Tarnishing and vanishing

I’m runnin' shit

Titanic panicking

Manic depressant

Addicted to adolescence

At the end of the crescent

Dragon’s eyes glow fluorescent

Second-guess and rest in peace

Get laced in radioactive waste that’s released

Feast fit for a king

Then bring two servants

Words swervin' and curvin'

You’ll get what you deservin'

It’s urgent

Mad Child slice precise like a surgeon

Emergency exit’s where you’re headin'

Ha, forget it

I’m your host to the roller coaster

Stick to your guns and cling to your holster

As MC’s slowly slip into sleep

Without bailin' with their hands up

Their homeboys act like Casey and Finnegan

Now this tends to send trends of frenzy

In to forensics

And then medics get hit

Lips spread like books of Dianetics

I’m a credit to my field of study

I, I kneel to nobody

You’ll be as lucky as Lucy-Ann

If you get a word in edgewise

When it comes to being word wise

I’ve got an edge

And a worldwide urge

To rock on more wax than Verve

I’m in a class of my own

And still throw the great curve

The great curves of a poet

Is to run short on ideas

Works twice like two-way mirrors

My advice might slice like shears

I’m your host to the roller coaster

The penalty is execution

Suffer consequences

Intense as a prison riot

Barbed wire fences

Tenses, your Excellency senses

Assassins in the entrance

Disguised as my apprentice

Nonequivalent sibilance in every sentence

Send a message up by horse

Back to the castle, through the forests

Over the hill with no hassle

Scrolls scripted in gold

Ancient enlightenment

Wizardry and wisdom

Expressive excitement

Handsome and lonesome

The brand new heaviest

Lunacy in unison

Magnificent specimen

The pinpointed path

Through the pit and the pendulum

Hypnotic gases still whirl

On the last curl of the wind mast

And narrows in

With Apollo and Ottomans

To cause pestilence

And rid the prominence

Of so called dominance

He and I the most decadent

With a promise of providence

I’m adamant about your iris

Seeing the style I use

When it’s evident

I compile a charge

Like an alkaline pile

The concubines of pantomimes

More war chants and streamlined design

In the line, ligaments

With imagined figments

The tragic and epidemic rise

Of zero point five micro-pigment

Can you dig it?

I’m your host to the roller coaster