Enter Mr. Mandible

The monster eating cannibal

I′ve shattered all these manaclesA fire breathing animal

These sentences are flammable

Katon

I've got the lungs of an Uchiha

Tongues like glossolalia

And hands like Betto Bardi bruh

Strong like a staff that is wielded by a turtle wearing purple

When I smack you

It will hurt you

You read Nietzsche

Return′s eternal

Now I've trapped you in this circle

That's infernal

Dude′s not normal

Magik sorcerer

Call me Nine Metacarpals

Lexicon like Dr. Strangelove

You hate love

Let′s make love

We'll feign love

That′s fake love

We can ride it just the same like Major Kong

When it ends we'll make some songs

So don′t you worry

Love the bomb

It's far too late to sound alarms

The voice of Vader′s in the drivers seat

Hungry for that youngling heat

Heading towards the temple with a blue glowing donkey whip

Our fathers house is not your marketplace

I'll lay to waste

All sixty-six mumble rappers who have posted here infecting it

Injecting it with all of the toxicity of fame first culture

Fuck you drug addled vultures

I did not come here to play with you

I came to do away with you

To take your necks like Count Dooku

Then fling you out the garbage chute

My nose is not amused cause view counts do not help perfume

That all your shit is doggy doo

So etch that on your face tattoo

Blasphemy's what brought me here

From balladeer to bombardier

With napalm in my bandolier

It′s okay now

I am here

This is where I take a breath

So take advantage

Run from death

A pale rider on his horse

A killer born without remorse

The big bad wolf is huff and puffing at your door

He′s had a taste of Tyr

And now he's hungry for some more

This coffee smells like burning

Smoke in the early morning

Look at how the blades are turning

Dickie Wag keep those notes surging

Three times nine girls

They go riding out ahead

Their faces pale white

But their lips drip blood red

They are looking for your warriors

While combing through your dead

So they can find me more opponents

Bring me 27 heads

Who all can blow me like a 3-1 lead

Choke on recurring themes

Lyrical leitmotifs

Count up the casualties

We′ve reached the capacity of structural integrity

We're verging on calamity

Fatality