Grime Music in Cockaigne

My rhymes are like tsunamis that'll drown those of you who harm me, they can smash their way through armies and I know they'll drive you barmy, I chew up these pathetic rappers as easily as I chew sarnies, bitch, I'm the only Terminator around here, so screw Arnie

"Woah that's too far G!" Man, I crush eyeballs like drywall and turn skeletons to gelatine, you better run for your life if I call, if I catch you, I'll sell ya skin

I've got the most talent of anybody you know and I've got the sharpest wit, you can't deny your dysfunctional mind couldn't even think of half this shit

Everybody can see that my talent's generational, if you're trying to out write me, you better hope that your pen's erasable

Ain't no one crazier than a man who will happily squash your trachea, disembowel your body and butcher your organs with a rapier, if you see me in your way, you better just stay clear, name the most deranged person you know and I guarantee that I'm the person they fear

The Pope's on his death bed? I'll choke the Pope, then destroy everybody who turns to religion to cope, tear them to shreds, make sure their spirit is well and truly broke, I'm going to make them realise that as long as I'm alive, there ain't any hope

I'm so demented, I make evil eyes gape, you really think you're more deranged than a man who wants to legalise rape?

Without any further ado, let me introduce you to this lunatic rapist who's a murderer too

You can't touch me bitch, on the mic I'm intangible, I'm so insane, I strangle serial killers and skin cannibals

I'll twist your neck just to wring the life from your soma, then find your next of kin just to put them into a coma, I'm sicker than the plague, Ebola, Leprosy and Corona, nobody can even remotely reach my echelon, I guess I'm destined to be a loner

I'll leave you gasping for air like you're suffering from heavy asthma, then I'll bite your fucking head off like my name was Freddy Fazbear

Swap your 5 year old daughter's chemotherapy with a kilo Hennessy, I'm here to make sure that she goes cemetery and guarantee when she does, she will leave no legacy

This game's got me feeling like a revenant, was dead on arrival but still I remain relevant, always prevalent, as long as I'm in this game, I'm always gonna be this malevolent

Pull a dead man's hand while drinking dead man's fingers, undead creature, standing where a dead man stands, can smell me coming, the scent of a dead man lingers, resurrected to murder all these deadpan bands and deadpan singers

Spawn of Satan, as soon as my son is born cremate him, the world ain't ready for that byproduct of me and Margaret Thatcher fornicatin'

I'm the demon who influenced God to force Abraham to slay a ram, although we both know Issac should have been on the receiving end of that sabre slam, unfortunately that little goodie goodie chose to favour man

But in some renditions, it goes exactly how I envision, if you truly believe in your God, wait for him to command the unimaginable and then listen

Slaughter your offspring as a sacrificial offering, if you ain't prepared to do that, then what's the point in bothering? You will do as I command whenever you see me hovering...