Lyrics to a Few of My Tracks

Playing Like An Angel, Grooving Like The Devil (W/ DJ Manticore)
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My random binary flows leave you puzzledIn Chinese handcuffs, neutered and muzzledHigh-C - but you can call me Vorhees I'm Johnny Wad in these lyrical orgiesI got rhymes like presidential blowjobsThe shit smokes like Frop from Bob DobbsLyrical cascades from a veteran Noseralt.fan.veronika-moserIt's always tastyLike Persian scagAnd fuckin' iller than Tupac in drag
I need a buzz, so I'm huffin' up methaneGone insane like paint chips to the brainExhume to consumeGet ready for the bleedingCrazy rhymes, I'm eating what an Aussie toad's secretingConstruct my rhymes via quantum mechanicsThe verbal antics put MCs in a panicOn my light flow daysI cut heads like O.J.My puncture wound massacre leaves you dead as RFKRunnin' shit like a mule or a MasonThe Hessian Jason that's in league with Satan Self-referentialBut I don't curse the loss of reverencePresent the evidence that relegates you to irrelevanceTake you to task in my dead skin maskA tangled skein, Ed GeinI suffocate like nerve gas39 chambersBut they're all at AuschwitzMad doggin', I go postal like David Berkowitz
The only MC that can kick it in a fez
I slaughter motherfuckers like my name was Menendez
Like Ted Bundy
I came to put the hammer down
Insane clownDefender of the crownSwamped in gore like Elizabeth BathoryCross yourself from my heretical blasphemyYou better hope for a mercyful fateHesitate?I'll rip you up like Sharon Tate
Bloodshot eyes, in a fog of purple hazeMorbid talesI'm sick like Giles de ReisThe blizzard beast, with slash and burn tacticsWatch me mack thisI'm slightly out of practiceAncient tales of Lovecraftian horrorInvite you flies, kindly step into my parlorCan't stop the ticking of that damnable heartBeneath my floor, where you lie torn apartA magic bullet from a grassy knollI ain't your everyday Usenet trollVerbose mods, I'm suffering' from code bloatBut I'll still fuck you up like bonghits from Goat
I reside at the top
Like RamenAnd go Hong Kong Phooey on you fucking shaolinStay the same while I rhyme TutankhamenAnd switch it up just to throw you off trackNice try with the bullet/rhyme metaphorSay some rhymes that we ain't heard yetWanna go to war, I'll fuckin' take you to warAnd won't relent until I wet your whole setI'm bringing doomsday for you deceiversNon-believersYa fuckin' nation of mouth-breathers
I write rhymes like I used to drop hitsThat old timeDouble dippedBerkeley shitMCs, pleaseYou're just a scab on my ass
You're just a student, I'm fuckin' teachin' the classLike an '83 RegalI flex the Kegel
Break your every boneLike Evil Knieval I'm going Sweeney Todd on you fucking common rabbleLike the Barber of Seville at the Tower of BabelBabylon Fell1000 Days in SodomCrazy dope hardcore rhymes?
I fuckin' got 'emA solo MC with the mark of the beast
You put Vic in the mix
You better call for the priestMy DJ's the coper and your death looms closerTry to get hypeBut I'll always be doperOn and onPhantasmagoriaI might be dissin' or pissin' ya offBut never borin' yaMy claim to fame as a master thespianI gotta give a shout out to all the funky lesbiansTimes up – so it's time for my departureI always hit the target, just like a Zen archer

When In Rome (Magician's Birthday Mix)
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In 2001 I was just messin' around on my own doin' some Wesley Willis-type shitWhen I got an email from a cat named DJ Manticore
He said “I made a few tracks from your acapellas on mp3.comWhy don't you give 'em a listen and tell me what you think?”
I did, and I was blown away
This was some for-real hip-hop type shitFinally a DJ that understood me
And you know I've been nerdcore before ANY of you cats
Anyway, I thought it was fitting on this, his birthdayThat I cut some lyrics about him using one of my favorite tracks he's ever madeIt's called St. Roman's Passion, and this is how it goes...

Let me tell you 'bout my DJ, kidIn the eBay of life he's always makin' the high bidNo skid row bum, comin' dumb with no talentHe swings and brings swords like his name was Prince ValiantI got to jailHe's got bailI got his back like I was fuckin' chainmailThe Roman EmpireMy man gets propsPlus I gotta give it up to his mom and popsWith the skills that amazeHe's got beats for days1337 musician with the means and waysHe heads the house sub-committee on funky new tracksCuts his beats with an axeHip-hop lumberjackHe's got more cutsThan a snitch in prisonForeigner 4 on the floorWith the mad double visionManticore's the MasonTo my motherfuckin' DixonHe's mixin' tricks inFor all you little vixensI'll say it onceDon't ever FrontMy DJ is doper than a spacebase bluntCuz is was kid testedYour mother – approvedManticore show and prove with the fucking Krush GrooveThe coolest of editorsA sample predictorA true artisteThe 13th letterHe packs the bowl inHomeboy be rollin'Every summer he invades PolandHe controls the spiceThe children and the futureTry to say he ain't niceYou'll leave the show in suturesThe instrumentals are richAnd you meek get meekerHe's a full-time tweakerMakin' love to your speakersQuintessential DJLivin' up to his potentialAnd he ain't from New YorkOr even South CentralIn a sense, I guessOpposites attractCuz he's a cool motherfuckerAnd I'm proud to be wackManticore rocks the House of AtreidesCuz he makes tracks like I chain smoke BidisHe's the only rap producer that I can put my trust inWe're steady bustin', from London to RustonA seeker of grailsAnd he ain't for saleHe hunts down beats like they were a white whaleIrreverentBut also highly relevantDJ Manticore is the fucking Fifth Element
I don't freestyleBut if I did, it's be wildI'll make bank and kick the stank out you rank and fileI leave MCs in pilesLike my name was Pol PotYou might be cool as ice, kidBut some like it hotSo don't get too close or else you might get shotI set trip with CripsAnd rip shit at the dope spotI go to the GoodwillFor black WranglersRap stranglerI'm the one minute manglerStraight from my head right back to yoursI wage eternal warsCuz I'm the cracker with the tracksThe off-white mackYou punks get smacked when I pop the stackCuz I can kick it in AlgolRoll in up in a SnoballAnything from RubyAll the way back to COBOLThe schizophrenicMy infection? PandemicI put heads to be when I wax polemic

I crack a little sneer at your common cocktail banterTwo steps to the leftCuz I'm deft as Eddie CantorI bring a compendium obscureStraight from LoompanicsEpiphanic revelations shed light among the franticYou can flip a few wordsBut that don't make you famousI'll rip a full strip and tripYou'll get raped like Tori AmosYou're the weakest linkIn this mind meldRed shirtAnd you get canceled like SeinfeldFrom the mixed-up files of Mrs. Basil E. FrankweilerI'm a Wind in the DoorInspired Divine StylerThis is The CrucibleIt's irreducible You think you're better – but the feeling is mutualCan't stop for deathSo you're along for the rideI heard a fly buzz when you diedI throw aside the seventh veilYour artifice of superficialityThis carriage holds but just ourselvesAnd immortalityIn my stately pleasure dome decreeYou fall flat in the face of an educated MCIron Man, on a thing called horseI'll carve my name in your fly-blown corpseNo Sleep Til HammersmithI'll spit mad shitStraight from Zoog's RiftSo go decipherI'll play the sniperCome again, but not so hyperA homeopathic dose of my Vogonic poetryAnd when I flow it, B, the motherfuckers all know it's meI gotta give a thumbs down to your third-rate horrorBlood-sucking FreakI'm a fucking skull borerFrom BeyondI'll chew out your pinealAnd once again – the effort is minimalArmchair critique? I'll do you one betterHere's a bill, go find you an editorI got Nietzschean stylesYou try but you KantMy stanzas bonanzaCause your Pavlovian pantI electrify like NikolaAnd you're a half-baked EdisonHigh-C pulls the plug on your fucking bad medicine..

(I've bet lots of people $1500 that they couldn't get 75% of the references in that last verse, and I've never lost.)