Profound:

I lay the love of my life gently on a wide bed of roses 
then slash her throat, n eat the bloody flowers until im chokin 
palm the globe with a evil smile, n then say "flame on" 
my right hand is a wand, my left is a capsule that pimp smacks dons 
while my right controls the masses, my left is just jurassic 
back handin hagglers backwards like reverse gymnastics 
I got the whole world in my hands and I aint lettin go of it 
that 50 cal will divide beef like a cow when unload that shit 
my flow overloads the gutta until the tenants become retched 
talk backwards like yoda cause to the darkside I have defected
ecclectic as can be,my flow is wetter than the rainforest 
I got that fire,like a pyromaniac burnin eight florists 
drop the world on its fuckin head,n nurture its retardedness 
its like I got surgically attached weapons,cause there aint no harmin this 
im carvin bliss in your brain while im chewin on the remains 
become one with existance n have the universe swirlin with my pain

Mc Hype;

I murdered my enemies, snuck back into Roswell,
the secret behind 1947 is something i can not tell,
but i can say this, im the illest that has ever written,
sixty billion brain cells split into trillions in every sentence,
the sicker the creativity, the iller the topic can be,
the nastier the vocabulary, the more disgusting the imagery,
outside the galatic equations ready to blast the survaillance,
boxing with aliens in time portals next to planet uranus,
i need a new idea for a new type of human being prototype,
i dont like the current state of rap, let me show them the Hype,
inject the dna into the microphone, yea yall check it out,
i cloned my voice, now i can double the way it sounds,
crawled from under a bridge, devoured travelers in multiples,
they cant fix the connection when i already broke the tools,
genetic codes untraceable when i rip the machines in half,
stop being lazy and start using what we know and have,
concentrate on the splicing, the cloning, the rearranging,
changing the face of an individual to fit its original making,
you need to look beyond the bars and see the real shit,
color me brutal, just wait for the legendary remix..

The Phenomenon:

I split atoms when I rhyme like nuclear fission
A collision of the galexies to cause and implosion is my mission
When I speak you should listen, cuz Im spittin that brutal shit
My punches leave wigs split, and break both sets of ribs when I hit
And all you rappers can lick nuts and get fuck in the butt
By sixteen manly homo sluts in the back of a hummer truck
So whatchu bitches gonna do when my empire strikes back 
And we attack with 12 thousand wookies fucked up on liquor and crack 
Yea Im fuckin crazy and fuck fat bitches with one leg and half a head
And on their foot is a horse shoe and both arms are wooden pegs
I slaughter the bitch and use her fat bones to make gigantic bread
Then slice up her body to make meat pies in my tool shed
You heard what I said bitch, go and tell it to a female reporter
Then I court her, make her pregnat with my first daughter then abort her
Take the bitch back to her place so I can start the torcher
Torch her body while shes alive and put her screams on a recorder
I swallow razors then spit them back laced with my venom spit
My reptillian sickness is will leave the world wasted when it hits
Bitches.....