@Bambino,
Ha yah...
At least I can dance, make a name for myself/ not exactly mc, but voice sure helps/ I can more than rap, Linkin Park? Damn straight! Now open the gates as I begin to create a lyrical miracle a spherical ball of gravitational, patient whole that knows when to love, and hate the old! Blood goes cold, freezes over/ inner glaciers, breeze is colder/ livin in arctic circle, where your body turns purple/ gurgle as an icicle goes up your unlikable poop chute, your kookoo, to think of me as nothin but a choochoo, never going off the rails, no state of mind, yet I never fail/ but no, I'm not perfect, and the passengers are not worth it, the worst is that the rail is cursed ****! So I avoid the crowd, form my own
These raps are all mine, their all home grown, I check all yo minds, damn right, they're all blown/ I've got the sixth sense, and also the seventh/ but I'm losing my feel an on the eleventh/ it'll be a month minus a day/ until humanity will pay/ that 2012 ****? ****, it's all cray cray!
We're all fragments of old DNA, UCLA found that your part penguin, you don't say?
So watch your words and your steps/ and never forget
It's your words you'll swallow and definitely regret
In other words, I got your figurative language.