HE COMETH...

Unnatural oddity mad anomaly
I babble comically from Babylon a freak
Head of a Jackal wanna eat the Forbidden apple from the tree
Travelled onwardly Battle honourably from the deep
Aint no mystical weapons that will conquer me
Merlin grappled long with me
The spells protecting Avalon are weak
An actual comedy Statues in the chapel honour me
Book shackled on to me Look! Scrabbled on my feet
Am I able to change Fate?
And break unbreakable chains made
That belong to me, can’t be tackled on a beat
Master thinker disaster bringer bastard singer
Till the last a sinner way past my dinner
Swallow ya young with a bottle of Rum
Probable drunk Prodigal son nah horrible cunt
Role model to none hobble a monk throttle a num
Gobble a gun apocalyptic one what have I’ve become?!
Madness; savage average rappers can’t match this
The fact is even the best can’t catch this! That’s sick!
Rukas the kingpin, thinking, drinking whiskey sinking
Coming home stinking Rukas the lynchpin!
I‘ve had more ideas in the last 2 seconds
Than you fuckers have had in Five years, heavens!
Silver tongue I’m coming heart thumping running London
The summoned dark dungeon guard hunting dart sharp start running

Hot days in my cot gazing at the doctors shocked face I’m
Not patient, shot Jason in the face crack rock blazing
God praise him the mob raised him
Cops chasing shadows they could not trace him
I came to visit here it’s the year
Of mister fear who disappeared from a Locked basement?
Can’t sense this motherfucking Rukas there’s no seeing Jay
Forensics coming up with nothing, suckers I left no DNA!
Couldn’t match a strand savage land Magic man flack jacket and
Hatchet man the talking backwards man harder to capture than
An image of a Catholic Gran fucked by rabid Dan the African
And El Capitan from Pakistan that’s a gangbang that’s a damn
Midget in the corner shouting “that’s it man, show us ya baggage Nan!”
Not the average Sam takeover of raps began
And has to stand rappers scram to try to catch the tram
I see more than a NASA scan high-tech gadget can
I see a traffic jam in Afghanistan that’s the sand
From the hands of time catch it man
The mans a giant and you’re a cabbage man! A massive fan from Khakistan
Sounding gay like Nelly, K-Y Jelly
Covered great white belly, watching day light telly!
A fan of loose woman judge Judy theme tune spinning
You singing mood swinging bitch whose winning!?

Rap Houdini the bad blue genie
So sharp? I could slice off that Tattoo cleanly
Ah don’t give a crap who seen me I lack scruples kidnap poodles
Sell’em to the MacDougal’s mad man that googles
Nibble crap noodles black pupils
Staring on my pad scribble mad doodles
And my shrink? She’s too scared to look at me
“I got that jacket too Slim and I wear it crookedly!”
Witness my ascension to a high dimension
Buy redemption from the angels if my life offends’em
Brain addled as well battled myself travelled this hell
Unravelled this spell came back with a fabulous girl
Chogaia! I admire her fire, buy her the world entire
“LIAR!” Shh girl, sit by the fire quiet
Till I retire or die I strive for higher
Like MacGyver quite a tryer Private guy for hire sniper fighter!
Writer penning level of skill is impossible
Sending devilish killers in hospital
With rebel gorillas across the hall
Level ya village and watch it fall
Have ya skeletons pillaged shit I got a closet full
Useless sods I refuse to watch, you’se are soft
Ya lose ya spots when the music stops the crowd boos yas off
Me? I go on for days, when it’s my song that plays?
Lingerie’s thrown on the stage, I’m from a place
Beyond the gates you don’t wanna face longer days
Only the strong are raised straight out of a comic page
Rukas, son of eight mothers my life is made up as
I go along I forsake others, I hate love its
Just an abstract concept to me
“Now which one of you fat slag’s want sex with me?”
I bug you woman at every at every club you been in,
Enough brew drinking? What the Fuck you thinking?
Wont be programmed wont stand it no FAM!
Bow to no man Smoke grams of dope and
Crack from a coke cans blow my whole jam hold hands
With old tramps romance slow jams with no pants I’m so damned
Forgetful at a show man, I got my lyrics wrote on both hands
And that’s probably why I’ve got no fans…
Annoying my peers destroying careers
Aint had this much enjoyment in years!!!