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!!"
