Him

[Witty]

He sits on fate's back and he kicks him to get him to go faster, spits in a rhythm, the flow master, soul blaster, young dude but the spirit within him's an old bastard, rippin' and killin' his foes after spittin' his villainous prose, no hero, he's a villain and still on his toes, his mission is simple, it's hoes, kissin' then slittin' their throats, a vicious, meticulous, rogue, if your kids have been missing, they're sitting with him in a boat, he pinched 'em and filled 'em with dope and a fictional feeling of hope, he's itchin' to kill 'em, something in him is chilling, it's cold, he's in the kitchen and fillin' his nose with coke, comatose, woke himself up from near death then overdosed, going coast to coast looking for the grossest hoes in six cities with big titties to motorboat, he gets giddy and stows a rope under his overcoat, the shit's gritty, he listens to voices inside of his mind, explicit and poisonous violent crime, picture him poised as he's trying to find bitches and boys just to tie 'em in binds, it isn't a choice it's a sign of the times, the religious are voiceless, compliant, and blind, he exists to rejoice in defiance, at times, a little bit boisterous, a tyrant designed to belittle the King and give the Lion his pride, put the lying aside, the truth is destruction, the world is flowing loose in a fluxion of useless production, consumed with consumption, so what he has to do is to loosen the suction of a blueprint keeping the youth in a dungeon, a movement is comin', so he'll never call a truce 'cause he won't follow the rules of corruption, he sees the wolves in discussion of how to trap the sheep, a masterpiece of mass deceit, a massive feat of keeping us at the teat and the master's feet, a net they cast to sea just to trap the free, blasphemy, but he will be the last to be captured he's an absentee from the academy of apathy, he'll be damned if he is trapped in the baptistery of fantasy, he will never fall under the canopy of pageantry, he's keeping his faculties workin', the man you'll see lurkin', gallantly searchin' for a way to keep the planet free from atrophy, erasing the work of those raised in the dirt, brainwashed from craze after craze he feels their pain as they 'twerk', confusion in their veins from a world that's intrusive, insane, and berserk, so if you're alone and you feel someone grab your face and it hurts...worry not, it's just him, and he's saving the earth.