Ode 2 The Critic (Hip Hop Creation)

Words spit from mandibles
Crude and corrupt
Rabid the animals
Minds they erupt
A weapon honed perfectly
Ready for war
An unflinching predator
Settles a score
Question me cowardly
Whisper my name
Speak ill and spit lies at me
This is my game
The alpha, omega, the mighty, the strong
The star of your nightmares
The writer of wrongs
Your pestilence pitiful
Lifeline at critical
Weapons won't kill
In the hands of the sinical
Existence in question
I'll give you a test in
Unflinching resolve of my acts of aggression
I bathe in the biblical fires of hell
And laugh at the prophets, the stories they tell
Mythical mastery
Doubt it? It has to be
F*ck what you heard
Yo that's only the half of me