I’m venomous

I’m venomous and strenuous, I get serious, straight furious, All these women curious, my aura got ’em delirious. Like I got Louis V wrapped around my wrists luxurious, Energy like warriors, my presence feel victorious. Elusive, yet I know the interiors, mind mysterious, Exclusive with the flow, excessive and imperious. Delirious, progressive, every sentence punctilious, Offensive to the weak, but to the real, I’m ingenious. Affiliates oblivious, I annihilate the vicious, Masked shapes in the shadows, nightmare images malicious. Hell out the gates, I’m like Ifrit among the spirits, Flames licking off my skin while I whisper to the wicked. One shell case after the prophet, but I’m the profit, Always in my database, locked in on my target. I erase and forget, true grace with no regret, Scars on my face, but I ain’t even close to finished yet. Ain’t dead yet, I trace dead ahead through the dark set, Shoot rays like a ray gun, leave the sky in sparks, yes. Rise out my grave with the fire that I wield, Heart forged in pain, but my soul never kneeled. Bruises in my memory, they sharpen every skill, Demons tried to bury me, but they only fed my will. Venom in my veins, but my vision stays still, Every verse a battlefield, every bar a kill. Shadow in the flesh, resurrection is the thrill, Storms inside my chest, but I learned to stand still. Built from ash and agony, now I’m iron-willed, Rise out my grave with the fire I wield.