[Possessed]

Yo, we get the ball rolling like Indiana Jones

So much willpower I’m lifting Atlas stones with fractured bones

[Psiklone]

Stand alone, lost in the catacombs

And hammer-throw enemy tanks across war-torn battlezones

[Possessed]

Drain immortal life force from Dracula’s veins

Strapped in a straitjacket underwater, cracking a safe

[Psiklone]

In deep sleeps meat-racking my brain

My unconnected punch shatters Wolverine’s adamantium frame

[Possessed]

And my body’s not a temple, it’s a haunted house

Read my Apocalypse and hear this straight from the Horseman’s mouth

[Psiklone]

No strings attached like a cordless mouse

Make you eat your words then kick you in the stomach just to force them out

[Possessed]

Accelerate time, so when in my presence

Ten years of your life is compressed to within a tenth of a second

[Psiklone]

Only book flights for September 11th

And rip the cancer from Constantine's chest to prevent him entering Heaven

[Plazma]

Unable to break the habit, I’ve been taking acid

Chasing dragons, inhaling gases through my nasal passage

A brigade of savage trained assassins

As fast as shooting stars moving past surveillance cameras

[Possessed]

We’re the things that go bump in the night

Sleep’s the cousin of death and there’s bodybags under my eyes

The second coming of Christ…

Tears freeze to make the chip on my cold shoulder double in size

[Skirmish]

Extract bullets from inside my head, before my final breath

‘Cause it’s a brain matter of life and death

Danger signs, accumulated hate inside

When I get hotheaded my bodily fluids vaporize

[Psiklone]

Transform bibles to the Book of Shadows

Hang to death then detach my neck from the hooks at gallows

This tape deck’s straight set for active self destruction

It’s Psiklone, Rhyme Asylum, and Padded Cell Productions

[Plazma]

My only passion in life, to hold you captive at night

Hack in your mind, implant an explosive tracking device

[Skirmish]

On detonation, it fractures your spine

Turn the solar system to a Newton's cradle when the planets align

[Plazma]

We move with highly trained armed troopers with live grenades

And precisely aim sharpshooters in firing range

[Skirmish]

Annihilate fighter planes at lightning pace

Suicidal traits, buried myself alive inside a grave

[Plazma]

Razor-sharp Stanley blades in my wrist

Got carried away slashing my veins and amputated my limbs

[Skirmish]

I’ll punch the Hoover Dam with titanium fists

And stand in a tidal wave to wash away all my sins

[Plazma]

A ravenous beast, gather my team of assassins and thieves

And commence a battle between man and machine

[Skirmish]

I use the Third Rail as a balancing beam

I’m high-jumping power lines with hammers strapped to my feet