Ren - Illest Of Our Time

One, two, three
Spitting bullets on the beat
I'm a sick little puppy who gets lucky when he speaks
Blessed with a silver tongue, chest with an iron lung
Extra terrestrial, tentacles, alien
Psychopathic tendencies, a pathologic entity
If everything is set in stone, then this is how it's meant to be
Elementary, dear Watson, you might find
Yourself in side the mind of the illest of our time
Let's get it popping, hot rocking
I'm Freddy Kruger, I'm chopping
I turn it up to eleven, the Demigorgon of Oppin
The strangest thing, I'm the boss when
The danger lingers, I'm plotting
Sweet like a spoon full of sugar
Because I'm Mary like Poppins
The double barrel is cocking
A shotgun shell to the noggin'
I'm coughing catchy bronchitis
You're in your funeral coffin
No stopping, blocking me not when
I pick the world up, I'm squatting
And when I take from the rich