We've done big trouble in Shaolin
We have to fight
The Jinchuriki, Bijuu, residing in my loins
With each claw scratch, it malfunctions all your toys
Then go void, cutting at every strings attached
Thanos reality, art of war brings fatality
My enemies give off a stench, they need deodorants
That last until there afterlife, cause even then they get no roses
Shadows in your fortress, taking mental notes
Absorbing knowledge and wisdom
Attracts voices from all corners
Having flashbacks, days of Solomon
Giants and sorcerers of different classes
Time machine wormhole, opens
Your pulled in like a roller coaster, stay alert
A surge of endorphin, vertigo you get absorbed in
I morph into some other beings, remain unseen
Majins very clever, telepath to crypt fiends
Pushing boundaries, vacuum leeches stick to my skin
Fangs like syringes sucking the cells oxygen
The penalty for this phantom, in space rifts
Waterbears, dark matter, oddly world with monuments
A sword work a conveyor belt, that leads to other realms
Like planet C-53, also known as Middle yard
The astral pilot seen so far, believe in Mars
You're better off existing, as gold miners, with weakling scars
I rather chill with Peter Parker, and bag some blondes n brunettes
And show off our abilities in scenic parks
Or just go the reapers route
Grab a piggly wiggly, by his toes
And throw him, to a sea of sharks
Another expensive piece of art, with foes in it
Enslavement to a painting of infernals
Your obsolete, pigeon
A ghost locked inside a pixel screen
Begins to seep, into every keystroke
Your brought into a mystery
Why does suffering always lead to more suffering
Must be residency, of foundation robberies
Rodent dead
Shaolin hold
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We've done big trouble in Shaolin
We have to fight
The Jinchuriki, Bijuu, residing in my loins
With each claw scratch, it malfunctions all your toys
Then go void, cutting at every strings attached
Thanos reality, art of war brings fatality
My enemies give off a stench, they need deodorants
That last until there afterlife, cause even then they get no roses
Shadows in your fortress, taking mental notes
Absorbing knowledge and wisdom
Attracts voices from all corners
Having flashbacks, days of Solomon
Giants and sorcerers of different classes
Time machine wormhole, opens
Your pulled in like a roller coaster, stay alert
A surge of endorphin, vertigo you get absorbed in
I morph into some other beings, remain unseen
Majins very clever, telepath to crypt fiends
Pushing boundaries, vacuum leeches stick to my skin
Fangs like syringes sucking the cells oxygen
The penalty for this phantom, in space rifts
Waterbears, dark matter, oddly world with monuments
A sword work a conveyor belt, that leads to other realms
Like planet C-53, also known as Middle yard
The astral pilot seen so far, believe in Mars
You're better off existing, as gold miners, with weakling scars
I rather chill with Peter Parker, and bag some blondes n brunettes
And show off our abilities in scenic parks
Or just go the reapers route
Grab a piggly wiggly, by his toes
And throw him, to a sea of sharks
Another expensive piece of art, with foes in it
Enslavement to a painting of infernals
Your obsolete, pigeon
A ghost locked inside a pixel screen
Begins to seep, into every keystroke
Your brought into a mystery
Why does suffering always lead to more suffering
Must be residency, of foundation robberies
Rodent dead
Shaolin hold
We have to fight
The Jinchuriki, Bijuu, residing in my loins
With each claw scratch, it malfunctions all your toys
Then go void, cutting at every strings attached
Thanos reality, art of war brings fatality
My enemies give off a stench, they need deodorants
That last until there afterlife, cause even then they get no roses
Shadows in your fortress, taking mental notes
Absorbing knowledge and wisdom
Attracts voices from all corners
Having flashbacks, days of Solomon
Giants and sorcerers of different classes
Time machine wormhole, opens
Your pulled in like a roller coaster, stay alert
A surge of endorphin, vertigo you get absorbed in
I morph into some other beings, remain unseen
Majins very clever, telepath to crypt fiends
Pushing boundaries, vacuum leeches stick to my skin
Fangs like syringes sucking the cells oxygen
The penalty for this phantom, in space rifts
Waterbears, dark matter, oddly world with monuments
A sword work a conveyor belt, that leads to other realms
Like planet C-53, also known as Middle yard
The astral pilot seen so far, believe in Mars
You're better off existing, as gold miners, with weakling scars
I rather chill with Peter Parker, and bag some blondes n brunettes
And show off our abilities in scenic parks
Or just go the reapers route
Grab a piggly wiggly, by his toes
And throw him, to a sea of sharks
Another expensive piece of art, with foes in it
Enslavement to a painting of infernals
Your obsolete, pigeon
A ghost locked inside a pixel screen
Begins to seep, into every keystroke
Your brought into a mystery
Why does suffering always lead to more suffering
Must be residency, of foundation robberies
Rodent dead
Shaolin hold
Writer: Dennis Farinas
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