Dismemberment

You're the new pauper of the week I presume, weak in development, delicate like a rose petal is, smelling like sweet perfume. Apparently you seek your doom. I told you to stop eating shrooms as you creep with your goons. I won't waste time to put you to sleep and let your body wreak in the tombs. I'm the clown with the teeth and the balloons. When I sink in those teeth, its your doom. I'll snatch out your tongue and have you singing in braille. Dig into your mouth with grip pliers before I get to your painted fingernails. For entertainment, I'll demand payment to the wails of your Mom on the news. The ransom is due for your bodyparts - a substantial clue. I'm a gargantuan dude. You would think I took Sampson to school. In a scrap with me, you would swear I had arms like tarantulas do. Another rapper to me stands for a fool in a hurry for massacre to get jammed by a ghoul. I am too diabolical for you to be champ in this duel. I'll rip out your hairs from each follicle, which is really abominable and cruel. I dissolve rappers in acid for economical fuel. With every kill, modern forensics find less possible clues. I'm so sick, a death by my hands would cause me to ejaculate. In contrast, it would make people like skilled CSI agents evacuate. Scholars are in awe how my words destroy the human anatomy. Science changed radically from remains I've sent to many academies. To say no one's badder than me is not flattery. I embody the individual of total lyrical tapestry. I consider Rap Fame my menagerie as I wield strategy of continuous venemous savagery. Have at me! I'll pour lava into your cavities. Drop you from a plane without a parachute to redefine gravity. Who can stop this battery? Face it. Face what? Reality. This is a forecast of your death in actuality. In the championship, you and your whole calvary would abandon ship as exactly written in my manuscript. I bring the real, you bring the inanimate and I pray that the panelists and analysts realize you couldn't handle this as they dismantle this and access the damages. Maybe I'm too blunt - Cannibus. Or too high, that I want to eat rappers like Subway sandwiches. Sector5one - the serial killer Street Evangelist. It's unanimous, all else are amateurs.The golden mic is mine, you can't brandish this. Another inferior Campus kid vanishes from the phantom kiss. Now the whole world knows such a man as this can exist that's much hotter than the molten core of this planet is.