Roller Coaster

"How many people have I already killed?

There were those six that I knew about for sure

Close enough to blow their last breath in my face

But this time..."

I've lost track of my body count

The amount is enormous

Dropped in sector four

Nonconformist intimidates

Eliminating all heads of state

The punishment is banishment

Tarnishing and vanishing

I'm running shit

Titanic panicking

Manic depressant

Addicted to adolescence

At the end of the crescent

Dragon's eyes glow fluorescent

Second guess or rest in peace

Get laced in radioactive waste that's released

Beast fit for a king

Then bring two servants

Words swerving and curving

You'll get what you're deserving

It's urgent

Madchild slice precise like a surgeon

Emergency exit is where you're headed

Ha forget it

I'm your host to the roller coaster

Stick to your guns and cling to your holster

I'm your host to the roller coaster

Stick to your guns and cling to your holster

As MCs slowly slip into sleep

Without battling with their hands up

Their homeboys act like Casey and Finnegan

Now this tends to send trends of frenzy into forensics

And then medics get it

Let it spread like books of Dianetics

I'm a credit to my field of study

I, I kneel to nobody

You'll be as lucky as Lucy-Ann

If you get a word in edgewise

When it comes to being wordwise

I've got an edge

And a worldwide urge to rock on more wax than Verve

I'm in a class of my own

And still throw the great curve

The great curse of a poet is to run short on ideas

Works twice like two-way mirrors

My advice might slice like shears

The penalty is execution

Suffer consequences