Open Mic Surgery - Rhyme Asylum, Ill Bill, Dark Star

Lock your doors I’m rotten to the horror core

Valkyries clean up after my dogs of war

Won’t be pigeon-holed I’m a bird of prey

Put me a category I’ll put you in a early grave

Lucifer reject

Shoulders are stumps from where I used to have three heads

(Possessed) there can only be one

Before my soul reach hell, scatter my ashes over the sun

Not holding my tongue, I say what I feel

I’m the hand that rocks the cradle of filth

I don’t wanna live life

The suicidal sword swallower, slitting my throat from the inside

Open my windpipe

Corpses rise from the grave when my names spoken at midnight

Inflict indescribable pain

Don’t drink drive, drink Strychnine and pilot a plane

Down for survival, left at the ‘Hour of Reprisal'

My verse coerce worse than the power of the Bible

The game changed I stay raw

Spitting chainsaws configuring bars like I’m rigging Claymores

We ain’t singing or dancing

Kids in my camp is a fam more satanic than Manson

American, my partner in Canada lampin'

Watch your eye contact or get slammed with the hammer for glancing

The Last be a savage beast

Any rapper in the path of me is actually a casualty

Have pity for cats that have to battle me

Cause catastrophe, naturally never will my disaster cease

I dispatch beef Frank Castley

Ninety nine and a half percent of rap is ass to me

Psiklone Possessed Skirmish & Billy Idol

Plus Last conceal rifles spill ya vitals

I keep my eyes peeled with hunting knives

My voice alone provokes stone gargoyles to come to life

Gave nightmares spitting Lucifer lullabies

Tried a hundred times but can’t seem to fucking die

Run and hide

When disaster strikes, the whole worlds looking at me like Busta Rhymes

Turn the London eye colour blind

Muscles thrive off natural steroids in my blood supply

Psiklone a sick psycho

Drink and spit nitro and sprint so quick I switch time zones

Bury my landlords under the floor

When lightning strikes I hit back with double the force

Death sentences riddled with wise words

Like the titanic you’ve only touched the tip of the ice berg

Grab minotaurs by the horns

I’m a higher force and I learnt to fly before I could walk

Break your bones with built in brass knuckles

N.O.S cylinders inside my legs as calf muscles

Sprint against an avalanche

Souls expire, exposed to the smokeless fire of this dragon’s wrath

Tarot cards, dealt death in every pack

Thought in my mind racing completing memory lapse

Would suffocate to death if I swallowed my pride

My heart attacks in battles between body and mind

The earth rumbles and quakes at my coming of age

An appetite for destruction stepping up to the plate

(My) Skins senseless to cigarette burns

Coz I’m charged on an overdose of Nilapat herbs

In the midst of war holding my severed head by the hair

I’m never level headed, an unbalanced mind

That sent my pulsating heart and dead roses to my valentine

A cannibalistic orgy of words born to torture the earth

Thought’s are berserk, lost in the verse

Cauldron’s will burst the bubble

Cursed for trouble, danger, misfortune

My words resemble the strangeness of Chris Walken

We just talking, conversations with God

Shout at the devil thousands of rebel martyrs assemble

Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it

Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic

Better yet catch me with Snoop drinking Tanqueray

Listening to Cuban Linx 2 in the lab with Rae

«The Hour of Reprisal» gave me cash and fame

Next stop homie — you’ll catch me in the lab with Dre

I had Premo on my album;

had Muggs on my album

Had models from Brazil chopping up drugs on my album

This is Ill Billy Crystal, the kid with the frown

Spitting it loud get outta my way I’ma piss in the crowd