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.