I am Spectacular Spectre in Darkness a mutated Hannibal Lecter thats Hearless,
You an animal Molester in Madness thinkin he can Contend with The Hardest
In this quadrangular sector Your power level diminishes with every line thrown more than a Tenth is Harness,
A phantom Templar Feel my Chi Ravish
making every atom in your Molecular Sizzle Speadly Tarnish then like a ninja Quickly Vanish,
Swifty Slashes slice opponents like Strips of Radish,
When it comes to busting shots the Better Marxist,
Not like the rest and thats the reason they will Never Applaud This,
Their blooming carreer shatters incontact with a Veteran Artist,
The unmistakable Member that is Courteous,
Training the ill Tempered Moltress inside an Impenetrable Fortress,
Labled Unbearable after grotesquely mutilating Several Coaches,
You honestly remind me of a plague Unrestrainable like Roaches,
Severed in a Furnace vanishing in a mist along with Perishable Forces,
Everything Worsens like Satan Approaches till I get what i want from these Untrailable Sources,
Narrate forbidden parables that leave pastors trembling in the Center of Churches,
Undesirable opponents bleeding in hospital beds with crutches being Catered by Nurses,
Consider it food for thought when I begin to Staple Verses so good you should be Paying for Courses,
Watch me walk over these Desecrated Corpses
mangled beyond recognition dumped infront of Gates and Porches,
set ablaze with a Pair of Torches Paint a portrait then burn long with all the Chain and Purses,
A battle against me is like opening hands to welcome Endless Torture,
Like willingly joining a race with the world's most Deadliest Culture,
Navigating a road to Armageddon where they feed you to Hellish Vultures,
Make way Helpless Soldiers prepare to be Directed like Cursors,
I understand if you prefer to become Headless with Punctures,
What a shame you posers are getting beat by a no name whose brain Infected with Ulcers,
he hasn't even began Perfecting the Structures,
There was no need to Run ovef these Dustmites in a Speeding Car,
The initial mission was to Just write and Bring Witty Bars in Lyric Wars,
At some point there had to be Shift in the Time Line,
A Split Inside the Mind that has left you able Script a Divine Rhyme,
A Mystifying Mime thats highly spirited Confined in the Grime,
Part of my inspiration was key in the Redesigning of Prime,
One of my hobbies include Tantalizing your Kind with verse Frying your Mind,
We can discuss it in a civilized Manner this Time,
Withing all the drama Fraternize with some Wine,
Any ignorant response would be like Supplying to Crime,
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