Peace to the mad villain

Chillin on a throne made of microphones

All alone in a zone

Even before the lights was on

Chrome plated dome

Two tone breast plate

On his chest

Big belly like he just ate

Breakfast

Emcees with a death wish

Could try to snatch his mic

Couldn't give two fucks like hermaphrodite

For 2 bucks

Swerve like hoverboards

With loose trucks

Juice on a mother board

Bruce to his mother lord

Known to swing a buster sword

Fiend for the justice

But he seen to much

Cut ties with his queen

Cause she need too much

Wear his heart on his sleeve

And he bleed too much

They call him MF

Yo

You know the name already

Before the glamor and the fame

It was i came to bring the pain

To wreak havoc on your brain cells

Advanced angles

To probably fake a death and change cells

Thought that he escaped

But really they had only changed jails

The rain swells

It hurt his palms with arthritis

And everything he touched turned to gold

Like Midas

Had the

Slightest limp

When he walked

On his right side

Cut his lip when he was like 5

So he had a lisp

When he talked

Like this

Had a list of rap niggas

Need to be dismissed

Need to feed

Cause he was of a whole different breed

Had a sword

That was forged

In the core

And the way he got stronger

Was to eat emcees

On some highlander

Known to dodge a bystander

On the way out

Vigilantes

Out for justice nigga stay out