[JESODIST]

What you should have made was an endless and Exquisite Collaboration,
That we can present to the remnants in the Linguistic Nation,
So that they may all Witness the Designation,
of how thoughts emerge without Hesitation like the Slickest Interogation,
They should receive it with the Quickest Ovation,
Time to show you the Plain and True Art,
Even creatures of the night Complain that its Too Dark,
Leave you lying on a Terrain in Two Parts,
Doomed in Wrath here to Obscure the Path,
The lavish truth of minding Bending Creativity,
See through the Glare of the Lucidity,
All you managed to do is Offend me with your Stupidity,
You say you bring beef yeah you Smell like Cattle,
Step to me and Watch the Hell Unravel,
Beat you on your Head with a Paddle,
Go to Extreme like no one is Reffing in Battle,
The people voted for Me on the Election,
Against this Linient Ejection Your rhymes receive Immediate Rejection,
With rap at this stage the Master of Spells will bring the rage at a Gangster in Hell,
Lock you up where you Actually Fell for not wanting to Answer the Cell,
Here with the Wrecked Family, Granny Fell Drastically and is going to stay in Bed Probably,
She gets the Respect Totally, but has to find a Next Strategy,
Awaiting the Worse washed up like Waves in the Shore,
Meditating on the purse that be prepared on this Training Course,
Made a deal with Real Witches Responsible for Sick Lynches,
With no remorse Burry your crew of Sick Bitches Deep in Ditches,
come up Big in the Business then quickly Conceal the Riches,
Your attacks are weak and only Feel like Pinches,
Throw a punch with style to See if he Flinches,
That is measured in miles he Don't even Reach the Inches,
No one is buying the Text you Sending,
So gassed up that your Sillouette is Swelling,
smoke you faster than them cheap Cigarettes you Selling,
The Hero planet was conquered by the worse army of Giant Majors and Defiant Slayers,
He crashlanded on earth and came out of a Vibrant Crater,
A Psychic like Xavier didn't think twice when confronting a Tyrant Hater,
His aura was a karmic circle that entrapped any being that would Approach the Radius,
Saw the weakness of the human race and began to Trail Us,
Learning our type and was Seldomlly seen Navigating in Uranus
He had no interest in being Initiated and Famous,
His goal was to maintain a Balance between Darkness and Light,
Reproving those that were caged in the seems of Madness Despite,
The growing number of casualties Day by Day he was Here to Stay,
They would listen carefully everything he Say they Hear,
Purifying the soul of martyrs in Fear Astray with fire to Clear the Way,
The right to being Scared they May have since he was Labeled an Extraterrestrial,
Carried with him only what was Enabled and Essential,
When it comes to battle rap they can't see him Boy,
What he represents cannot be Destroyed,
He can harness energy from the living then concentrate it on a ball or a Beam Deployed,
When you get hit by the blast you will be Incinerated to Ashes,
Swing the Z sword and give you Eighty Slashes,
Pained with Gashez till your trampled bones begin to Ache with Lashes,
Mangled and dispersed in plains like a Train that Crashes,
In the middle of a terrain and Smashes into Pieces under the Rain and Washes,
You only became better because I Gave you Classes,
The room was a gory Indelible Macabre Spetacle,
Basement scented with decomposin Cadavers in Receptacles,
Closely Guarded by giant Jackals and Demons that awe upon Further Inspection,
Glowing so vibrant the closet was a magical portal that leads them all to Another Dimension,
Packed with legions of Spirit creatures whose Vivid features could be Altered in Sections,
Surrounding a Supernatural alter with a book labeled Lucifer Manual,
Explaining in detail why all Humans are Satanical,
Containing an intricate analysis of the behavior displayed of Mutants and Canibals,
The malevolent sorcerer has your Dreams Wired Spitting that Fire that Conceals you Entire,
You Speak in Subliminals so plain but i am cryptogist cracking your Code,
The Cynical dragon inside the mountain Stackin that Gold,
The ghost that rolls with pros that are Savage and Odd,
My style is Classic and Cold,
At the right moment Switching to Ravage Mode,
swinging brobdignaian objects with enough force to Flatten Globe,
What i keep in mind are Advises that your Father has Told,
In the end they are all just numbers awaiting to be Slaughtered and Sold,
The Evil scarecrow feared in a word of Carnage that Grows,
People stare at my crown that is Brandished and Glows,
A Mystic Sorcerer and telepath like Xavier,
Scorching the hell out of haters in Torture Chambers,
These words are speeding swords that Cut deep in your Bone like Lazers,
Have you Thrown in a Hole with Gators...