SHOGUN OF THE DARK

(Shogun Of The Dark)
Bringin stimulus forms of synonyms while mixin in. . ./
Compelling sentences through syllabus’s fluid as combustible adrenaline/
Obliteratin the walkman extensions and circuitry incisions. . ./
Synopsist, the Omnipotent!// (uh!)
With convertible, styles forcible vowels and decibel sounds in freestyles/
Linguistic brainchild still stayin on point like surface-to-air missiles// ( radio noise/THREE. . .TWO. . .ONE. . .)
Expert precision when I eat left brain-lobes delicious. . . /
Then regurgitate ya brilliance into the clito-rous (oooo!), strike wit Acupuncture pinches. . ./
Makin dividends of ya individual senses, with surgical incisions Magnificent!! Bein Cannibalistic!! . . .// (slice noise)
Engaging in battles just to combust the Adam’s apples. . ./
And Collapse the res-piratory system into gravel. . ./
I Spit Verbalistic tackles leavin prehistoric mentals. . ./
In syntax shackles, like imprisoned pterodactyls/
(Scratch!) Holy Mackerel!! . . . /
My flow It time travels. . ./ (rewind noise)
I can “Freeze Frame” (Pause!), the present lateral as a scaffold. . ./
“Rip ya heart out” with a scalpel “hang ya,” spit my verbiage, dazzle . . ./
“Shake the blood off the Mic” like infant rattles revert back, leavin crowds 5 times as baffled// (WHA!)
Appearin from the shadows. . . rip ya down to ya boxers and boots/
As I’m hittin the booth, I’m Speakin the truth. . .lasso around ya arm, squeezin the noose. . ./
Then, Injectin chemicals, through ya cuticles. . .Now ya Nuttin through ya umbilical/
Unscrewin my own testicles. . . puttin the nut through to ya feminine Genitals!. . . // (Let em’ know)

CHORUS:
In this dark domain feeble brains burst into malevolent flames…
Only one remains In one blow part ya rib cage and watch ya breathing fade (echo)
It’s the Shogun Of The Dark !. . .The Shogun Of The Dark. . . Shogun Of The Dark (Fade Out)
(Stop The Beat)

(Ayo, we gonna switch it up on ya’, na’ mean, this what Synopsist be about. . .TORTURE MOTHA-FUCKA!)

Question! What if I gave you, vampire imprints blood drippin down the esophagus
Rupture ya back, wit my fingertips. . .toggle ya spine, like a ventriloquist/ (HEEYYY!)
Stick my fist, through ya cervix. . .Pull out ya uteris, slap ya delirious . . .
But still, you have enough sense. . .To witness me, stabbin, ya kids in the abdomens. . .
Until I bloody their fabrics, Surface Their Intestines! //
Then raise these forsaken spirits with ancient lyrics. . ./
Bolt you to a crucifix. . .Drink the tricklin hemorrhages. . . / (EEWWW!)
While I Hack through the ligaments and tendons. . . / (Its hilarious)
It seems adolescents need to represent crimson just to catch ya attentions. . ./ (HaHaHaHaHa!)

(CHORUS: x1)

(Uh! Just Just Bounce! Just Bounce!. . .)