And blow MC's  to kingdom come

 "The future holds nothing else  but confrontation"
 (from Public Enemy's "Apocalypse '91")

 *woman screaming*

 Murray is a lyric luna tic toc
 Boom  I fill the room with the rough rhymes I consume
 My lyrics is too fly for this world (word em up yo)
 and more famous than the Jheri Curls
 My rhymes correspond with the funk beat
 like infrared correspond with heat
 I'm malicious and vicious, puttin rappers in stitches
 (yeah yeah) when I'm rippin up twelve inches (like this)
 My rap style is a metallic bastard
 that thrives off of battery acid (word em up)
 I rhyme like I'm hungry over funk beats
 for those, who shit where they eat
 Reach, and your strategies'll be picked off
 Cream puff sweet, I freak the sheek type of speech
 The vital, verbal combat I enlist
 Wraps rappers' brains up into a pretzel twist (word em up)
 When I'm coastin with the funk style potion
 I leave your notion dead and bloody in the ocean
 I can't be beat so don't be under that assumption
 I flow as long as the herb is pumpin

 "Yo what kind of weed is this?"
 "It's the bom bom zee baby."
 "Yo this shit is WAY out!"
 "Yo let's be outta here."

 Come and take a ride on my bad side
 You can't fuck with my style cause it's ?pasteurized?
 And when I meet my match, I'm tyin em up
 in the bassline and stabbin em in the spine for tryin to play fly
 We got to have it like some hungry dirty stinkin motherfuckers
 Always actin wild and stupid like truckers
 Goin against the grain, barbecuin niggaz
 in the Purple Rain as my wild brain child style goin insane
 And I'm wild with the usage of a harsh word
 My style of speak is mentally disturbed
 I drug the head more than hallucinogenics with rhymes like these
 On the mic I'm catchy like herpes
 Covalent ionically with the mic I combine
 and gain more strength, than a molecule enzymes
 E crack the sticks while I get in the mix
 and kick some fix after prefix after predicates
 I take a trip down memory lane
 and kick some shit, that'll bust your brain
 Hit as you should, a real common hood
 Not Stephanie Mills, but I still feel good
 I take a Phillie Blunt to go, and yo
 I flow as long as the herb is pumpin