Axe of Violence - Rhyme Asylum

Wake up and smell the bodies, can you take the stench?

I was born to kill like David Webb

Live on house on haunted hill

Where heretics burn at the stake like a Foreman grill (Ill)

Death defying

My spirit is Satan’s most sought after collector’s item

Rule universe and beyond

Got a poetic license to kill, word is my bond

(Fire at will) shoot off at the mouth

Connor McCloud bringing Apocalypse Now

Want the same deal that was offered to Faust

Got present’s screaming «Officer Down!»

It’s every man for himself

I’m Gambit, hit the deck when I play the hand I was dealt

Explosion,

My opponents talk tough, but wouldn’t harm a Jeff Goldblum

I beat the odds 'till I’m breaking even

A raging demon, driving crucifixes into pagan heathens

Typhonic raining season

Free fall without my heart rate increasing or a change in my pace of breathing

Skin coated in solar panels

Absorb the sun’s energy, radiate golden shadows

Colder than frozen polar mammals

Faster than bows and arrows and bullets leaving revolver barrels

Rush back for revenge

Speed camera screen apertures cave in and shatter the lens

Hang upside down inside a churches steeple

Suspended in pits of hypodermic needles

Write two different verses at the same time with each of ma hands

Born an unstoppable force

A tropical storm, freestyling the oracle’s thoughts locked in a hospital ward