Strange Deranged - Rhyme Asylum, Reain

Extreme instinct to survive

From the first minute of time I was sipping the elixir of life

Born with infinite lives

When collecting thoughts I suck the universe into my mind

I’m lyricism defined

A voice so loud I leave the studio before I’ve finished my lines

Shaolin monk blessed with a powerful punch

Knock every last oxygen molecule out of your lungs

I sit back and kill time wasters

Never second guess I stab in the dark with light sabres

We’re the undergrounds upper echelon

To Whom It Concerns, you’re sincerely written off with this letter bomb

I’ll have the rap scene cordoned off

When I engrave your name on a bullet, and call the shots

You’ve got it backwards like French grammar

So I put the nail bomb in your coffin with a sledgehammer

My blood may be a fiery red

But there’s nothing but ice in the left side of my chest

Not right in the head

Rolling triple sixes every time I’m dicing with death

Raised on the opposite of love

Drove insane with a body in the trunk

Yo, psychological disorder

My mind rotten to the core like Sodom and Gomorra

Strange deranged, twisted insane

Crazy demented sick in the brain

Strange deranged, twisted insane

Crazy demented, schizophrenics

Strange deranged, twisted insane

Crazy demented sick in the brain

Strange deranged, twisted insane

Crazy demented

Throw grenades and play fetch with a dog soldier

I’m Jason, Bourne the 31st of October

One nine eight three A. D

God made earth in seven days and took nine months to make me

Breathe fire as I squeeze on my dragon balls

Catch zees when I sleep on my padded walls

You now sleep with piranhas

I’m the salt of the earth in the recipe for disasters

Boa constrict blood flow to your lips

Focus my eyes at the moon forcing a solar eclipse

Nobody is colder than this

Think outside Pandora’s box then begin opening it

I’m never sat in traffic

I lift the car and run till my muscles dissolve in lactic acid

Dinosaur spinal cord, rigid dermal plates

Turn away and backstab you with my vertebrae

I’m the right man for the hatchet job

Prepare the abattoir for the Lamb of God

Banish you to the land of nod

Close friends turn into snakes like Aaron’s Rod

Between a Ragnarok and a hard place

R.A to the last days, no matter what

Camelot home to my knighthood

Got Jakabok Botch locked inside my rhyme book