Rhyme Asylum, Reain - Straight Jacket Part 2 lyrics

Yeah, yo, yo
Genetically cloned deadly mercenaries
And rogues all my time is spent on my
Own sculpting weapons from bone
We're members of cults that
Pose as anarchists, dressing in robes
And holding gatherings in derelict homes
End up with your name embedded in stone
Claim your head as my own
A new addition to my collection of skulls
Your screams'll reach a deafening tone
After bearing witness to the beheading of
Those you cherish the most
Turn men into stone like Medusa's Gorgons
Gruesome horsemen that live on a
Diet of human organs
Enter my secluded fortress that's only
Ever used for storing
The dismembered heads of news reporters
Post code triple-six, some of my best times
Were under the red skies
Back-stroking through River Styx
Brain's sadistic
Since birth labelled misfit's
My name is listed first on Satan's wish list

I'll single handily dismantle a SWAT Division
As a sperm I grew limbs
My grip strangling competition
Write by lit candles and locked in prison
And blink my eyes at TV's to
Switch channels with optic vision
Knock out tracks with punch lines
And a right hook
Drink fluid that leaks from the
Spine of my rhyme book
I can run underwater with iron lungs
Special straitjackets were designed to
Bide my tongue
To courts are trying to make me law-abide
I'm still standing, middle fingers up
Feet either side of the border line
Immortalised since the dawn of time
The Virgin Mary was mortified and
My mercenaries aborted Christ
Look deep in my haunted eyes
See Aurora lines
As the Northern Lights organize
In the morning skies
Freeze tsunamis into walls of ice
Shot myself in the head than wrote
These sixteen bars before I died

I've got a mental block
Against the thought police
The Altered Beast
I define what lies between war and peace
Sonic waves that my mouth releases
Break the sound barrier into
A thousand pieces
Citizen Black Smith forging a sharp sword
Start war and get left with
A blood-stained glass jaw
My bars make you feel in prison
As I nuclear power plant bombs
In your field of vision
It's common to beat you senseless
Leave you breathless
Then let my Asthma Attack your weak defences
Acupuncture your lungs
I'll be Back To The Future, the black T-101
In fire I was baptised
Battling me's like unleashing
An Alpha-Dog Soldier in a cat fight
The Black Knight with King Arthur's weapon
Entering a wild war in a
Full suit of Armageddon
It's Rhyme Asylum those twisted cats
Spitting raps and committing vicious acts
Of mindless violence

Psiklone, phantom power Rhyme Asylum
Re-enacting dreams of pouring gasoline
In fire hydrants

Now I've lost my mind in the Rhyme Asylum
Prize-fight with Titans and kill a
Whale with Poseidon's Trident

(Somewhere in this world there is a
Straitjacket waiting for that man!
Here come the pain)
(I write rhymes in pitch blackness)