Serving A Sentance For Murdering Instruments

i specialize in particle physics and time folds

i got numbers big enough to swallow a god whole

when I rap I spit a fifth state of matter in fact

I’m black mold

i got the urge

to serve

any rapper using words

like yolo, swagger, swerve

the way that I bless a track you’d think I’m the rhyming priest

say grace, and eat rappers at the holy rhyming feast.

i’ll chomp em in half with my giant teeth

while I’m holdin em feet danglin, vertically gulpin em

Why does time pass?

It is a question so profound that few people would even think to ask it.

Yet it’s effects are all around.

I’ll treat em’ worse than non-believers in

the end times

dip their bodies in molten steel and hang them up

i m wit it,

bringin’ more knowledge per minute

she said “i must confess

it turns me on when i cut my flesh

there’s nothing left

i’m hollow

i don’t know what she’s doing now

the last I heard from her she said

she felt as if she should be dead

when you’re next to me

i’m in ecstasy

see the sorceress has got the recipe

put a hex on me

and it’s left on me

she only wears black

with her hair back

pack-a cigarettes up in her bra strap

got me caught like i stepped in a bear trap