I shine like tha 7 bright stars of Ursa Minor major, my verses are Heavenly bars, call me tha time rhyme enabler / tha brain excavator, to tha next plane Iím tha God elevated on a diamond dais with an accelerated level of hatred for Satanic patients / Iím a patron of the arts yo, carve my name on your arms Ďní faces / tha glitterati will suffer torment, thought is dormant, check tha sharp literati sword spit / recorded on a lined pad with a pen, your mediocre rap is a sin, I ogre tracks with a voiceprint / my half-attractive Anglo-Saxon ass makes trampsí nether regions moisten, prepare for coitus Ďní lemme hoist it in their void boisterous / exploit tha pen, this is rap, I kidnap lyricists like Paris did Helen of Troy kid / hellbent relics with poignance, Iím hellsent, yet hell does not exist, gimme tha mic, you canít avoid it / philosophically Iím a phonic atrocity, a drama king / my consonants physiologically travel tha continents with vowels as their criminal accomplices, my rap dominance is obvious with these slappiní sonnets / I doctor Hip Hopís content with verbal opulence that leaves octaves in coffins, when I spit it smells like almonds / Science is like Einstein wiped with cyanide armed with an iron 9 firiní rhymes at your garmentsÖ
Any errors in Twisted's lyrics are solely that of typist & not in any way reflective of Twist's original handwritten work. Twist reviews typewritten work sent him by snail mail, any needed corrections are made & returned via snail mail from Twist who is in belly of beast.
Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
Follow Twist on twitter - https://twitter.com/Twisted_Science
Follow Twist on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/jeremiahakamilo.webb
Last edited by Twisted Science; 11-05-2013 at 06:14 PM.