Who Goes There - Rhyme Asylum

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, run…

As fast as you can

Fuck flame-throwers I throw flames from the napalm of my hand

Don’t theorize I practise what I preach

Bite the bullet as I catch ‘em in my teeth

Intellectually God-like

Second you step in my shadow, you developing frost-bite

Head of a lost tribe, collect cyclops eyes

Not right I haven’t entered your top five (What the fuck)

Rub Lot’s wife in the wound

Loose cannon, diss me you lighting the fuse

As the bride and the groom tie the knot

Wrap the rope round their throat and then tighten the noose

There’s no appeasing my hunger

Prometheus stole fire from Zeus I’m stealing his thunder

If you can’t join ‘em beat ‘em

From out this mouth of madness comes the voice of reason

Who Goes There?

It’s Possessed and I rep to the death of the underground

Who Goes There?

It’s Psiklone and I rep for the best in the underground

Who Goes There?

It’s Skirmish and I rep for the heads in the underground

Who Goes There?

It’s RA, RA, RA, RA, RA,

Coming for blood no need ducking your punch

Cos I’ll catch your thrown fist and crush your knuckles to dust

Fucking with us you get impaled on a hook

Got no leg to stand on, you shot yourself in the foot

I’m mentally sick in the mind

Tell the judge it ain’t me they just keep running into the knife

A hired hit man scoping you

With infa-red laser beams, lock load and shoot

A secret society of a chosen few

With home-made explosives in soles of shoes

Scratching the flesh off of the back of my heads

Where I want the barcode removed

The lost twin of the son of Jor-El

Bullets from loaded pistols couldn’t puncture my shell

Nor exploding missiles never drew blood from myself

RA put you under a spell

I’m the genesis of metaphysics

Never weak, I created god in less than 7 minutes

RA stretch the limit

Doctors are still counting my IQ’s never ending digits

from barrels of gun smoke

My poison pen’s ink is the blood of Marilyn Monroe

License to drive you insane

Never lost my voice, but sometimes it tries to escape

Soul Reaver without a heart

Premature, tore myself from the womb at spat out thousand bars

Balthazar’s demonic counterpart

Blowing marble temples down like a house of cards

Bring your reinforcements

A mind so great I’m trapped in this body like Steven Hawking

Drawn by evil forces

I’ve been to hell and back… and then collapsed from heat exhaustion