Pool's Closed

Murderous wordsmith, the worst verbs is what I've emerged with Please address me as "Sir Izuna The Superfluous" Lyrically Merciless Master of the curving fist Confidence to Drop the world and begin Submerging it We some tanks y'all can't roll in the dirt with us We some deities like Achilles, Herc or Perseus Lucifer I'm So Unsure of us Suicidal immortal downed Pills and syrup I've sipped a Third of it I'm so fucked up, I feel invincible Its like I'm Clark Kent with pencil- uh wait I feel invincible, overtly cynical Jihad these infidels With off topic syllables Bad habit of playing the devil advocate Attack until its ashes is what my army finds Adequate Rap until maximum madness within manifests Mental pack rat of my closets and Cabinets Lash at hats with Hadoukens and spinning lariats With Rhymes schemes so elaborate Like I Wrote this shit Lost in Pans labyrinth Relaxing taking baths in the fucking pits of Lazarus (Relaxing taking baths in the fucking pits of Lazarus) (The pool's closed) Grapple you, slap you with spiked armlets like a black jew Tossing all types of false logic like a false prophet at you Posted in Times square with eyes flared Stepping on your feelings after telling you that I care I'll fuckin' I'll fuckin' shove you down a flight of stairs Followed by a flying elbow drop with a spiked chair right there Lin Kuei displays when I Rip out his guts Leave him to rust I am the iron spirit Leave those inspire when they hear us In my brief Moments of clarity I am a Singularity Tear of piece of reality with ninja like dexterity Do this shit for my therapy your rap affairs is parodies Bombs before we declare a beef Sharing Melodies of Heresy Embracing Conspiracies You rapper is Delicacies Nine hundred and ninety felonies I'm Bill Bellamy That's my Legacy Never gave a fuck my Mind stays in a constant state of celibacy