Equipped alien weaponery aimed directly at the planes trajectory
Traverse this plane wit telepathy; levitate out a blackhole wit a sign that reads...
"R.I.P Malaysia Flight 370"
Degree in chemistry; mix hydrocloric brews; Agent Orange and Blue
Watching Neigh Palm weapons big enough to turn the whole Vienam forest floor a fluorescent hue
Mordors hordes weapons in view, fire at will; Admire the skill
aim skyward and reel; drag ya leader back to the frontline and funeral pyre the kill
Ya Lord Sire forreal; from start to finish I create and flow well
I'm even a motherfucking psychopath at the check-in... welcome to Bates Motel.
Mix Vodka, Kahula and Baileys - that's a recipe for disaster
Getting Drunk in Washington protesting funerals with Westboro Baptists after
You forced this laughter watch you grab ya throat vomiting
Addicted to holy water promethazine ready to accept Morpheus peace offerings
A cult following, popularity is the reason they rally
Describing my crew? the Term 'In' is Welcome... more than Walking Dead's season finale
Group Therapy session, psychiatrists diagnosis is clear
and the beast inside is starting to tick... Captain Hooks Crocodile is near
The Glock 9 that I'm grippin could start a bonfire.. I'll hog tie ya division
A dogfighter w/ SWAT sniper precision; my strong right'd make God cry in submission
W/ shots primed to go online in an instant, put the pistol-grip to ya neck
Rippin into ya flesh; the grimmest picture of Death's sickle swingin in synergistic effect
Constructin your fate w/ multiple blades I culled from the Ancients
Approach your city carryin the skulls of the vanquished like the hull of a slave ship
Summon the strength of Goliath.. hit like a Congo viper hocking saliva
Somalian pirate in the wake of Poseidon, my optical fibers like an Oculus visor
A locust swarmin out the lotus blossom, the wrong one to go to war w/
Ronin swordsman in cloaking armor like a Trojan horse full of Roman Spartans
A polar storm shiftin the global orbit, reached the pinnacle of lethal cynosure
My genes're sinister.. DNA print reads as genius literature w/ Nietzsche's signature
Brain fires impulses from pilot's controls.. process data w/ dire results
My mind make a diamond corrode; to write what I know'd leave you white as a ghost
Or w/ Meyer syndrome.. I'm Einstein if he wired his skull to a nitrogen bulb
A dynamo clone in a scientist's coat, deciphering rows of binary code
I'll take a fictional setting and rake the thistle and webbing
Nabatean idioms reckoned I'd face a zillion legends
To skate the literal tempests - my ancient friends wouldn't mention
Inept friars, protect ya neck fibers when I'm raving to GZA with clenched fists
Let's make it simple as Reddit; if Para & Saber's gripping the weapon
you're off to a rocky start boxin' with the old guard like Mason Dixon's obsession
Just taste the venom, accept it - Pagan riddles erected
If Kano's kissing your empress, each page is visual leverage
RESPECT my team. We ain't your average Aretha Franklin nipple suppressors
We came to give you a lesson, a statement issued to enrich or triple investments
Overhaulin' with no balls - couldn't even scrape the Michelin's melon
I'm eight parts phalanx, nine percent gold digger
Five percent 5-Percenter, cypher set stone slinger
Prescribing final deaths to idle lines of vets, no zingers
cause V's an unsympathetic, isometric cybersect CoHpe stickler
Megatron rebuilt by Chevy, the system's not gonna fall
The cinderblocks in my palms had Liston droppin' his jaws
Enough subtle teasing. No longer preachin' to Priory's
A fuckin' beast when I'm writing these on eternal scrolls of summer evening ivory
Another creature entirely with another creature inside of me
Scavenging half dead planets. Barely clinging to life with metallic hands
Condemed to this rusted junkian planet for being subordinate to Galvatron plans
Cosmic atmosphere's barely breathable. Exhaust fumes depleted passed refuel
Who would think the extravagant lackluster battle against Ultra Magus would be my last duel?
My ranks steadily on decline. While Blitwing made a gut-wrenching power move
I'd side with StarScream but he still thinks 2nd in command is cool.
Envied Megatron's Ruled. Iron fists tactics. Knew I'd never squeal on my comrades
Despite the water boarding. Ironhide never got info outside of military dog tags
the gutless attacks were relentess. Optimus Prime's strategic warfare primitive at best
I was One Cybertronic laser beam away from blowing the matrix right outta his chest
Empowered by dark engergon with an explosive nature to rep the Decepticon emblem
scrolled through the long list of allies, while fully trusting none of 'em
Enlisted that Engergon-grabbing, double-talking Swindle simply
until he was spotted at Autobot City fraternizing with the enemy
Obliterate. Destroy. Recharge. Repeat. the hitlist was embedded on my cerebellum
Warpath, Sunstreaker, Bronz, Bumblee. Knew none were on my level
so I acquired the combaticons and left StarScream, that arrogant punk, behind
& stormed Teletran One. disrupted the signaling and malfunctioned its design
but the backup generation kicked in and supplied energon boosts through the station
so I took out Blaster and his legion of cassette tapes to disengage satellite communications
then the combaticons flanked the rear entrance; oil carcinogens protruding from gaseous exposure
That left 15% of the autobot personnel buried beneath the cave smashed by the bolders
So we continued the attack the same force that made StarScream obsolete
Counterstrikes were meek at the best, this time Megatron won't command us to retreat
So I deployed Thrust, Derge, Cyclonus, and the stunticons to continue the punishment
& trampled over the carcasses but someone forgot the dinobots were under it
because energon charged my drunken ambition the pursuit continued to level all foe
Perplexed antics led the reckless confrontations, but Tripticon was near invisible
Who fired off 20 cluster missiles leaving Grimlock and Snarl extinct beyond recognition
Back into the far east of Autobots HQ, Optimus Prime recanted regretted his decision
So I strutted up to prime with the guns blazin and realized Bruticus AWOL on this mission
the vacancy left was quickly filled by Menacer who took over that the position
Next recruits saw Astrotrain, Blitwing, and Octane barricading the corridors with combustible toxins
send message back to Galvatron but Shockwave managed to scrambling it up again
Even contacted SoundWave to deploy Lazerbeak and Ratbat to decode the message clearly
despite the failed communication and sabotaged espionage attempts, Galvatron could finally hear me
So I continued the relentless attack, on the verge of the Autobot demise
but understood treachery lurked amongst my lieutenants; Jetfire's the most I despise
cause he infiltrated the decipticons ranks masquerading as one of our allies
before I could give the Kill orders. I'd have to irradicate and expose his disguise
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