Monster Fed

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

fed the monster crowed at the top of my lungs like Rufio
straight spit flames making a mozzarella noodle straing ya bars leave drunk like a cocktail drop bail watch tongue lash and wail and fail/
crazed crosses, and back-stabbings forces those bossed out to be pwn'd by clones thinking they owning the throne, i am alone in the winters end/
face facts draft backs actual minds can flack the jack know the jacket fits
spit cha quits, leave ya too legit to flip, know a spark hearten spartans
card cha fakes awaken leave you broken like bacon sizzling on the flame/
know the name dead arm no game get cha blamed off the hinges
speak switches now the lights are flickering haunting rappers/
fearing the ripper or your fearing the S-H-double E-P L-O-R-D
or didn't you get the memo eject the demo from your CD player/
rocking clowns like park benches you ain't wrenching classes
classical magic acrobatic mind design fiddlers fine
driven wide sniper shots be how we rage into monsters/
ways flaming torturing offer get coffers coffins endorphins
when your morphing your costing lives like mario and lugi/
realign minds divide by the how and why
know the floatation making awakens rise from the phoenix downs/
final fanatical arm mechanical come off the ledgers ledges
edge out cha measure, presidential armed residual come critical/
centrifuge flow rude blown through fams, teams and peeps
know my steep ways be taken lames back a few decades/
you can't see picture when your up close and personal
you might have to step way the heck back peep what I design/
dead by the lives lived up to the points now its tribal to be remedial
come back attack raft the track up the river know how I make emcees quiver/
rocking clowns like park benches you ain't wrenching classes
classical magic acrobatic mind design fiddlers fine
driven wide sniper shots be how we rage into monsters/
I've gotten to seven wondering how we got here when the previous were out of order
trying figure my fantasy's be the finality of it being finalized in proper order/
chronical trying probe my flow see I got them grits split cha noggin
operate dominate mixtapes in grapes of wrath flavor leave your saber behind/
rewind tapes game point shot clock servicable bars leave you just chilled on ice
know the lyrical cancerious infectious most emcees can't even claim there nearly half as sick as something that burroughed though beats like a beaver up stream/