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>A shaolin-master, hand to hand katana swinging >harbinger of vivid slices your life is >spilling quickly use cryo to ice it, my niceness >with samurai swords can defy laws of fencing >I swam laps with Namor and drowned >fell 20,000 deep down >reborn as a water phoenix in the bowels >of the aquamarine I just gotta be seen >this Tenchu acupuncture makes sure >your veterbrae drops with your spleen >The Excalibur is a trivial scimtar >this seminar is reserved for bloodlust >the caliber of Atilla the Hun and Escobar >Nero is seanced at my orgy >somehow the gladiatorial games bore me >What was once gory is now an ignored feat >I wanna see the girth of my mortality >We could fight down here in Atlantis >but don't take inertia for granted >preying mantis? praying man-tis' weary >here bouyancy isn't proven its just a theory > >Overlords of the written word >tried to ban me from spitting verse >fortunately it didn't work >if your God's intolerant >I've learned to just pick a different Church >can't you tell kilts from mini-skirts? >these real men use real pens to slay you >lay you dow in the plot of my story >relax in my hostel for a day or two >I'll have my way with you till you decay >rip out an absess from a decaying tooth >I'll let my dagger massage your kidneys >then throw away your painkillers, cause >Vicodin is for sissies clean your canker sores >with whiskey, get you tipsy >give you melodrama then Blitzkrieg > >An octoman with eight arms >napalm in each palm completely calm >don't be alarmed I won't unleash the bomb >I just keep a sinister smirk to scare you >A terrorist of sorts I make you fearful >the fear that makes you clutch the cover tight >the fear that makes you watch Saw another night >its the feeling you get when you don't wanna fight >the fear you have before you see that >you and the unknown are some alike >I'm the Renegade Grenasier >3-D space invader in a mach 3 elevator >going up? before you can answer >we're blowing up, coroners go and touch >your exploded guts hang >for some reason though you won't give up >I'm the same guy that'll be on a motorbus >with c4 strapped to his chest toting guns >before they sent the police and paparazzi >I wrote the last chapter of a KAMAKAZE

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