Rhyme Asylum - Who Goes There lyrics

Run, run, run, run run, run, run, run

As fast as you can
Fuck flame-throwers I throw flames from
The napalm of my hand
Don’t theorize I practise what I preach
Bite the bullet as I catch ‘em in my teeth
Intellectually God-like
Second you step in my shadow
You developing frost-bite
Head of a lost tribe, collect cyclops eyes
Not right I haven’t entered your top five
(What the fuck) rub Lot’s wife in the wound
Loose cannon, diss me you lighting the fuse
As the bride and the groom tie the knot
Wrap the rope round their throat
And then tighten the noose
There’s no appeasing my hunger
Prometheus stole fire from Zeus
I’m stealing his thunder
If you can’t join ‘em beat ‘em
From out this mouth of madness
Comes the voice of reason

Who Goes There? It’s Possessed and I rep to
The death of the underground who Goes There?
It’s Psiklone and I rep for
The best in the underground who Goes There?
It’s Skirmish and I rep for
The heads in the underground who Goes There?

Coming for blood no need ducking your punch
Cos I’ll catch your thrown fist and
Crush your knuckles to dust
Fucking with us you get impaled on a hook
Got no leg to stand on
You shot yourself in the foot
I’m mentally sick in the mind
Tell the judge it ain’t me they
Just keep running into the knife
A hired hit man scoping you
With infa-red laser beams
Lock load and shoot
A secret society of a chosen few
With home made explosives in soles of shoes
Scratching the flesh off of the
Back of my heads
Where I want the barcode removed
The lost twin of the son of Jor-El
Bullets from loaded pistols couldn’t
Puncture my shell
Nor exploding missiles never drew
Blood from myself rA put you under a spell

I'm the genesis of metaphysics never weak
I created god in less than 7 minutes
RA stretch the limit
Doctors are still counting my
IQ’s never ending digit's

My poison pen's ink is the
Blood of Marilyn Monroe
License to drive you insane
Never lost my voice
But sometimes it tries to escape
Soul Reaver without a heart
Premature, tore myself from the womb
At spat out thousand bars
Balthazar's demonic counterpart
Blowing marble temples down like
A house of cards bring your reinforcements
A mind so great I'm trapped in
This body like Steven Hawking
Drawn by evil forces
I've been to hell and back… and
Then collapsed from heat exhaustion