Man Of Myth
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 1:59 am
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They say he had three heads, with three eyes a piece
He had claws, a forked tongue, and steel knives as teeth
Upon the rhymes and beats, this beast would dine and feast
And every line he'd eat just fueled the fire he'd speak
In some minds a freak, but in most minds a myth
He'd roast hides to crisps and ground spines to bits
His saliva dripped from his jaws, a widening maw
Spit sick as the plague, fangs like a knife or a sword
By design he was God, but by fallacy he was evil
A modern day King Kong hanging from the steeple
He'd a took the form of people, but his feet were robust
His legs were tree trunks, and each tooth was a tusk
Running a muck, people watched he couldn't hide from it
His stare would turn cities to salt, he snorted lines of it
He was tireless, had an appetite for destruction
And no amount of chaos ever seemed to budge it
His stomach hungered for more, more blood and more gore
He gutted the poor victims and took their tongues with a sword
In the ocean, he bore a hole to the core, the heat he'd harness
He'd write his poems with dinosaur bones dipped in tar pits
Regardless of screams or cries he never hesitated
To grip a victim, and clench em, till bones disintegrated
He slowly made up his mind, to open heavens gates and to find
His sole creator, and rip his head from his spine
But on that day the God, sent thunderbolts to his flesh
Hadn't understood it'd only fuel the bolts in his neck
The volts were sent through his wirey veins
Across his chest, to his heart busy supplying his brain
Pumping the flames, churning the fire within his eyes
He spit lines of pure light and he lit the skies
He never died, he awaits to feast again
On the day I uncage this crazed beast with in
They say he had three heads, with three eyes a piece
He had claws, a forked tongue, and steel knives as teeth
Upon the rhymes and beats, this beast would dine and feast
And every line he'd eat just fueled the fire he'd speak
In some minds a freak, but in most minds a myth
He'd roast hides to crisps and ground spines to bits
His saliva dripped from his jaws, a widening maw
Spit sick as the plague, fangs like a knife or a sword
By design he was God, but by fallacy he was evil
A modern day King Kong hanging from the steeple
He'd a took the form of people, but his feet were robust
His legs were tree trunks, and each tooth was a tusk
Running a muck, people watched he couldn't hide from it
His stare would turn cities to salt, he snorted lines of it
He was tireless, had an appetite for destruction
And no amount of chaos ever seemed to budge it
His stomach hungered for more, more blood and more gore
He gutted the poor victims and took their tongues with a sword
In the ocean, he bore a hole to the core, the heat he'd harness
He'd write his poems with dinosaur bones dipped in tar pits
Regardless of screams or cries he never hesitated
To grip a victim, and clench em, till bones disintegrated
He slowly made up his mind, to open heavens gates and to find
His sole creator, and rip his head from his spine
But on that day the God, sent thunderbolts to his flesh
Hadn't understood it'd only fuel the bolts in his neck
The volts were sent through his wirey veins
Across his chest, to his heart busy supplying his brain
Pumping the flames, churning the fire within his eyes
He spit lines of pure light and he lit the skies
He never died, he awaits to feast again
On the day I uncage this crazed beast with in
