Madvillainy

An epic poem about a seed who spoke in rhyme

Rhyme #1: Elementary Discovery, a la Caveman

Like the ancient witches of old times

Can't really tell whether this was a gift, a power of sorts that fueled me

My constant, endless usage of the rhyme

Was it dear mama that presented it when I came to be?

Or was it papa, that taught me this, besides writing and being able to read?

I didn't really know

And knowing such a thing I didn't need

I reached a whole other low

I said "screw it, I don't care, I'll just use it and go".

The Fire blessed mine twisting appendage

Like thus, it was able to bend to the time

To the rhythm with which I vented

The verbally musical notes, all black sticks and line

My walls soon became dirty, sticky, stinky, covered in grime

I was no faerie queen

The thought of my parents knowing makes me sigh

Yeh, on the throne, a tyrant you would see

The execution of all minstrels and assholes he said would be his decree

Stupid you if you believed him

Stupid you if you get cut to pieces

Stupid you you silly greasy

Stupid him his buthole excreted feces

Stupid him his name was Petey

Bully at school, bothered me whole lot

He is what you would call a despot

Class President, Christian; yeh, and a zealot

He seemed to find my stature worthy to mock

I think if we worked together, he would always take my parking spot

If we didn't work at all, he would insert into my exhaust pipe a sock

He went too far one day, burned all the books in my locker… all my personal books

I burnt the little bitch

Burned him to a crisp

I assaulted him with a lyrical massacre

A little iambic pentameter

And some stanzas with a sound of Spensarian shrapnel

As you saw before

I also burned his so-called-girlfriend whore

I evaporated all the dirt in her pores

My treatment beat them facials, cleaned up a whole lot more

I hope hell finishes my job

Hell, that's what the mob

In the school became after I murdered the little sods

There was crying and sobs

Mourns of the loss

Rumours of spontaneous combustion

And aliens lasering and brain parasites in suction

But no one notices

I laughed one day, after Principal Pulitzes

Spoke those eternal condolences: "We hope to find out who caused such un-holiness".

Ha ha, system, I beat you at your own game!

Killing people in their cars and their beds

No one knows the occurrence

It was of natural cause

Yeh, it was a natural clause;

"Never mess with a wizard, be-yotch!!"