All your raps control C, control V

But one thing you can’t do is control me

Sick motherfucker, with a spinning head like a wooden wheel

Sharper teeth than a lion and deeper in the ocean than an Eel

I look like Antony on his way to Cleopatra then slipped on a banana peel

Medicinal medieval type of strings like it’s A Viol, Gigue or Vielle

For some type of sickening work I’ve got abundant, gross zeal

Awful rap and the ones who don’t love me give me hives and wheals

The beat sound like thunder when it Peal

The ancient Pope afraid of two things, BLONDY and His lightning bolts

Like I’m a lizard man, I need to go and Moult

He ran through Athens, and kissed Athena, He flew over Rome and pissed on the Pope, Then saw the Olt

They tax the peoples UFO’s and Cookie Dough

So they jumped like Soviets, At least I’m not lonely yet

With sickles and ploughs

Day ended with bloodshed, Bloody Monday, It’s been a bloody day if it ends with the letter “Y”

I’m like the new M.O.D.O.K everything you every did was Asinine

I keep the flow tighter than a executed pirates necktie

I been spitting atomic like I’m Gojira

I been poppin ever since I made gira

I been sideways all the time like tower of Pisa

The cash flow goes in pyramids like it’s Giza

I’m covered In this dough like I made a tower of pizza

See that’s my trick: I didn’t buy the house I just transferred the money to the leaser

Everyone think I’m alien like “take me to your leader”

I didn’t even buy the bike I traded with some 50s greasers

Soak in the light but still when sun comes out we hide under bleachers

It’s like paying for Harvard when you get me for a feature

You see 100 fingers, 8 backs and 1000 teeth, that’s Blondy the creature

I’m brother and sister with Mother Nature like it’s Bart and Lisa

It’s like all the Ivy League colleges money on my left hand

When we talk in tongues we like beetles, like a band

When you making it to the top you have to grab it not shake the hand

I don’t wanna chat I’m only here to exchange bands

The ice on my teeth lookin more like denchers

Nobody forgotten Blondy’s name not the Romans, Mayans or the Aztec’s with dementia

I lived reincarnations I swear in Mongolia I might have meet ya

I work in tongues and gospels of the aliens not musicals

That’d be wasted potential like Reed Richards workin in a cubicle

More ensnared than Mozart in the orchestra to lead it

Yeah I got Lymes and other chronic issues

But what hurts more is when it sinks it that I miss you

My lyrical genius make less sense to a nickel brain thank Looney Tunes speaking in soviet to Betty Boop

Then Aristotle caught the whole convo in a bottle

Then Caesar got on eBay and made millions off elmer’s poop

It’s hard to deconstruct my rap schematic it’s erratic like Elmer and gorilla glue

Hazmat dudes trying to figure who spat the lava-like toxic goop

A stupid country hick with hiccups doing sit-ups played his banjo

While the waterfalls turn red at least I still got a two person bed

“Too up tight, you stand up too right” he said

If you want the info you gotta cut into my titanium, vibrating Diploe

They cut into it, “Beep beep” clicked with a pen through it

They found that the only thing I knew was A crazy taxi driver with a chapeau with who died of Hubris

Examination, pop quiz, soda lid, they thought I knew how it was done by Brutus

But I’m a secret chemical weapon robot genius

A scripture ghost written by they tectonic plates, that’s his senior Thesis

I mean his own writing was egregious

The middleman he needed was some kinda alien Jesus

I had to replace the walls of the castle to pay for his highness inconvenience

I never blink I’m gripping to a pen yeah I’m sleepless

Stupid! You need a Maryland crab hammer to tenderise the meat of a phoenix

That’s the most tasty bird genus

Use some of that, straight from Venus

It’ll add a little spice and it’ll add a little sweetness

We’re doomed to repeat it

Like Micheal Jackson’s doomed to just beat it

And that Mozart in the orchestra is doomed to lead it

Forget it, I don’t regret it, I rigged mind control devices into the intergalactic senate!

How’d you do it? He asked, I only did it by a Brevet

So don’t give me full credit

I keep on changing up like an ilmenite

Conspiracy tin hat, excuse that

It probably spread from a crazy lady who ate a fruit bat

I don’t understand why they don’t get that to be with someone you gotta pursue that

Elementary my dear, as I inspect the stolen Goose Fat

Bitch please, I’m a M.O.D.O.K: Machine. Organic. Designed. Only. For. Killing

True that!

He put nails in his ears to reduce the noise of a screw drilling

Come to the moon we got weekly Cthulhu grillings

But you can’t pay with Jamaican money you gotta pay with Ugandan shillings

Sorry I don’t make the rules, I just enforce em, I’m not the prophet I’m just the one who makes sure Ahab fulfills it

I’ve shown you all my weapons of mass destruction and you're still unwilling?

Yeah you know Blondy villain like he MODOK

I think that They might need to give Edgar Allan Poe some Botox

I knit it, hit it with the oldest trick, a fous pau!

Hide my lasers in the silo

I only run by one law, The law of Milo

Old Kinderhook, O.K, K.O, D.J, Jay Z, O.J or J. Lo

O.D, D.O, Ayo!, D.O.J, Double G, 1983, Muhammad Ali stick it to Angelia Jolie

I only am in league with the classics

If he's trying to rest in peace me, Satan would at least try and mask it

We use to have greats like Michelangelo, Da Vinci and the Medichi’s

Now all we got is Rudy Giulani, Mario and Luigi

The gas mask is gas smoke proof

It’s be crooked like me giving wedgies To FDR and his smoke poof

But I mean, now you think there’s a pantless Winnie The Pooh?

Even seen me and MODOK in the same room?

No no no, it’s crazy how at the same time we go into a tollbooth

Door hinge, unhinged, doormat, Matte black, names Matt, tooth loose

Close your eyes you might see your fate or a bottle of blood from a goose

I don’t know how palm reading works fuck that I’m going with Churchill to play clue

It was Stalin in the pool with the axe

Who’s that guy with the Big S on his shirt at the laundromat

Who’s gonna get “got” first? Me or that crooked Superguy it’s just a matter of gods trading laundry baskets

Stop talking like that

Or you’ll get rolled up like a yoga mat

I beat my chest on the tower, King Kong

On my door, Ding Dong

Pest control found something weird in the bowl

In 50s I found cavemen in my basement sniffing cherry flavoured lip balm

I gave em new cuts and wrote em songs

Boom, now you got the Beatles

But to get em on Ed Sullivan I had to do unspeakable evils

I tossed him off the cliff, He got Evil Kenevil’d

I found a lot of the secrets in a old laboratory

My genius, my brilliance, its oratory

When I pop, believe one thing It’ll turn into a horror story

Gods of foxes and other slinky creepers like a Torii

They pushining MEDUSA for turning people into statues, so the punishment is statutory

I been around for so long I saw Fords rise and the fall of Lorry’s

Against MODOK, dont make it discriminatory

I thought my heart might stop, I might be in limbo, in purgatory

Just one room of the secret base cost a whole damn Quarry

Fate’s whispering I’ll explode when I’m 20, go superstar at 30 and die when I’m 40

So im gonna go click clack now, for M.U, To get us that Glory

BLONDY!