Rhyme Asylum, Reain - Strange Deranged lyrics

Extreme instinct to survive
From the first minute of time I
Was sipping the elixir of life
Born with infinite lives
When collecting thoughts I suck the
Universe into my mind i'm lyricism defined
A voice so loud I leave the
Studio before I've finished my lines
Shaolin monk blessed with a powerful punch
Knock every last oxygen molecule
Out of your lungs

I sit back and kill time wasters
Never second guess I stab in
The dark with light sabres
We’re the undergrounds upper echelon
To Whom It Concerns
You’re sincerely written off with
This letter bomb
I’ll have the rap scene cordoned off
When I engrave your name on a bullet
And call the shots
You’ve got it backwards like French grammar
So I put the nail bomb in
Your coffin with a sledgehammer

My blood may be a fiery red
But there’s nothing but ice in the
Left side of my chest not right in the head
Rolling triple sixes every time
I’m dicing with death
Raised on the opposite of love
Drove insane with a body in the trunk
Yo, psychological disorder
My mind rotten to the core
Like Sodom and Gomorra

Strange deranged, twisted insane
Crazy demented sick in the brain
Strange deranged, twisted insane
Crazy demented, schizophrenics
Strange deranged, twisted insane
Crazy demented sick in the brain
Strange deranged, twisted insane
Crazy demented

Throw grenades and play fetch
With a dog soldier
I’m Jason, Bourne the 31st of October
One nine eight three AD
God made earth in seven days and
Took nine months to make me
Breathe fire as I squeeze on my dragon balls
Catch zees when I sleep on my padded walls
You now sleep with piranhas
I’m the salt of the earth
In the recipe for disasters

Boa constrict blood flow to your lips
Focus my eyes at the moon
Forcing a solar eclipse
Nobody is colder than this
Think outside Pandora’s box then
Begin opening it i’m never sat in traffic
I lift the car and run till
My muscles dissolve in lactic acid
Dinosaur spinal cord, rigid dermal plates
Turn away and backstab you with my vertebrae

I’m the right man for the hatchet job
Prepare the abattoir for the Lamb of God
Banish you to the land of nod
Close friends turn into snakes
Like Aaron’s Rod
Between a Ragnarok and a hard place
RA to the last days, no matter what
Camelot home to my knighthood
Got Jakabok Botch locked inside my rhyme book