Norman Bates - Taboo, Locksmith, Diabolic

This black mark, this manifestation of exaggerated delinquency has exceeded the

boundaries of rational behavior within and without the legal structure that is

the very basis of our freedom and way of life

You make respectability sound disrespectful

The illest thing you ever saw

Competitors bringing pure terror

Thought you could front forever more;

that was your error

You’ll get ritzed on, I’m a kid from that raw era

So you know I can hold the weight like one of Big Pun’s pall-bearers

Been running your jaw, forever glad your mouth’s working

I am now certain you all a bunch of foul serpents

Screaming «fuck everybody» when I’m out bursting

Run up in a lobby with a shotty, catch a body like you’re crowd surfing

The walls scream cause on screen was scary

Reminiscent of Swamp Thing, even a God-King would fear me

I’m quite >bold?<, I might just start stomping you fairies

And turn your local night club into the prom scene from Carrie

Fairly vicious, you little bitches are in trouble

I spit a missile when I rumble, reduce your city into rubble

It’s official, you get crippled in a scuffle

Here to dig your grave with a pick, sickle and a shovel

Look, Masonic symbols, temples, cathedrals, and tarot cards

Washington monuments, monotheist screaming Pharaoh Gods

Clarence 13X with a thirteen hex

Can the 85 bare the job?

Drew Ali to the Bourgeoisie

But it’s true, y’all see he was there Farad

More signs, more defiance

Mortals find it slightly odd

Niggas in the middle of a mental meltdown

When the wrath fell down like a lightning rod

Fighting off with a striking rod

Like a viking raw when I’m writing bars

And I might evolve with a slightly thought

Still in the midst of a 19, y’all

Trapped inside this hell I made, I used to watch this game in awe

Now I look at these rappers like the pussies that they truly are

Sort of like when I met my favorite artist with credentials

Then I realized he was terrified of my potential, bitch

Ravenous dogs

I engrave my name across your mother’s vaginal walls

Then I chisel my initials on some tablets in Prague

And make your bitch go down on me after I jog

I’m a

Freedom activist smacking a peaceful Pacifist

So fast in his mouth that my fist got teeth attached to it

Hoes scheme to keep my penis pre-ejaculate

Seed in a secret passage and squeezing a fetus out of it

But I conceive immaculate raps for the inhabitants

That believe in blasphemous acts, not being passionate

Back when people packed in this arena’s meeting Maximus

Strategically attacking Caesar, I’m reenacting it

Chief and cannabis sativa, leaving Nazareth

With Jesus fleeing Egypt to squeeze on Cleopatra’s tits

Read the manuscript, I wrote a lethal hazardous

Mix of ether with some reefer on a sheet of acid hits

And rap as if an alien breed, a beast, and savages

Took my brain and reattached it with cerebral data chips

Now the people count on me like a beaded abacus

To crush you into dust, but who the fuck is keeping track of it?

You can’t tell that I’m sober

I write like I tripped off DMT and fell over

Land in a Richter scale hit 12, get out my cell

Now I feel closure so tell 'Hova I’m soon to be taking Hell over

Let’s go, it’s that holy next bring Cobras

They’ll be locked and loaded, ready gun ho for that Oprah fetti

Giving hope to all these folks that’s hopeless

Digging low for pennies through they sofas

Knowing like Greg Oden’s legs they never gonna hold up steady

Note this: I ain’t very focused all for broke the flow is deadly

Like a heavy dosage of meth injected with dope and ectasy

I hold the semi toe for foes to tempt me

Pull out as fast as Mario Andretti in a Lola Chevy smoking

And you haters just ain’t like me

I grind harder than slaves that make Nikes

The thought of my own grave excites me

A film about me could only star Bruce Lee and be made by Spike Lee

I will sent for your soul like y’all would get sent to the store

To buy your mother some rubbers

'Cause she’s a motherfucking whore

On the floor, puking whiskey, rocking Juicy Couture

The God of War, who fucked up Thor in viking folklore

You never held a .44, your height is like 4'4″

You’re shorter than the fuckers on the forest floor of Endor

The Minotaur, Megatron was my mentor

Created from the DNA of dictators, I’m sick as Serpentor

I’m on the pen house floor, with Penthouse whores

Shoot coke in they bad mouths, I’m stuffing in they backdoors

I’m Maximum Overdrive, Mac trucks, you’re a Rav 4

You got signed and dropped, what’s your label called?

Trapdoor?

All the love is so fake, but all the hate is so real

I get more brain than Kraang raping April O’Neil

I’m on my way to your baby mother’s, she waiting in heels

To fuck her in the ass, make her squeal, make me a meal

You want beef with the goons?

But how soon before the cops are called?

When foes are disposed with bullet holes the size of matzah balls

Watch the walls turn from white to a reddish hue

That spewed from a bloody crevice that hemorrhaged out of this headless dude

I shredded crews when I abuse with martian edicate

Starving for your carbon better sharpen your jargons rhetoric Confederate

villainous a murderous will filling my syllabus

Gorillas dick ground an pound a bitch like Pat Miletich

Illest click alive to survive death of the culture

Slit the throat of the king clip the wings of these vultures

Roast who ever you bring, when I swing it leaves your family shook

Now look what I did, the shit slay more kids than Sandy Hook

You’re candy crooks an by your looks you ain’t got a fortune

I’m forcing your slut to spread her butt now she’s fucking Awesome

Contort your spine after a minutes time of talking

Fitted coffins for your clan

My fam will finish lines like Boston