The Queen of Clairvoyance and Counter Culture

Track 4 on the album Feverish Freesyling Delirium Vol. 1
(All credit and praise to MF DOOM)

Lyrics:
(Hello! This is Stormitive, The Queen of Clairvoyance and Counter Culture! And, I’d like to introduce myself! To the world! Mwahahaha...)

hey,
It’s the queen, queens. It’s the queen, kings,
One of them is broken, so I’m wearing just the three rings.
Someone grab the diction, what the fuck's clairvoyance
Lotta ladies say to me I’m on their cute boy list
But I’m agender, this is a gender
She can call me Dick tho, I am no offender
You might not think my title really suits my genetalia,
But I am just the Queen, yoinked my own damn title
Anybody fight me for it? Gonna turn me spiteful
I will show you inside the barrel of my rifle
Step the fuck down, bud, you cannot be my rival
You really think you’re slick? Dog, I saw you fucking Fival
So last night, I was balls deep,
In a jar of peanut butter cuz I couldn’t fucking sleep, right?
It turned out to be such a lovely and peaceful night
I bet I had some dreams of what the heavenly demons write
Take a look at me, dear, you know I’m so lovely
Stormitive’s interior, you know it’s so ugly
I should get designer, maybe it’d be finer
If she really sexy tho, you would never find her
Again! Wanting another men, cuz she’d only want me
I’m the fine wine and you winers just some pee
That came out of urethra, because
You are mostly water and you stink just like deez nuts, but
I’m the queen, bitches, I’m the queen, cunts
I just had to tell yall cuz we all just really live once
I apologize, but you cannot suck my dick, dears
Baby, if American, then maybe tho some deer dicks
Husbands never let me fuckin near pics, I’m fearless
My man, your wife’s a 10! A god-sent Amen
If you not tearing it up, then, just, my brotha, say when
Your first thought is it may depend on the night, so
Only ask your lady if you want to hear the right vote.
You’d only ask me if you’re really fucking high, ha!
Imma taekwondo-er so I hittem with the HIGH YA
Take 100 tokes and you’re feelin fuckin high, brah!
Wabuffet, but Wabba fucking Wynaut!
Speaking of, by counters, I meant Marth and Greninja kind
Obviously, I was born with super-special mission mind
The deaf should lead the dumb, while the dumb can suck and lead behind

While I lead the blind and the deadliest, dressiest, villains
Are you not convinced of my skill yet, stillness?
I can see past everything, all but my own realness
Something in my pocket, baby, come over and feel this
Deez, deez, deez, I would like to tittyfuck D’s
Expert oral riffs, make it so easy
I am so sick that I make losers queasy
Never play sorry, but I do go parcheesi

I am so sorry to the fans who all need me!
Here I come, homos, I’m your new friend again
Homos, homosexuals, and homosapiens,
Turn the fuck up if ya ain’t had no baby yet
Bumbling around looking for future partner baby maker
Here’s a personal fuck you to you if you’re a baby taker
I used to think I was awake, but damn, I just feel so awaker
And didn’t no-one ever fucking make her take dirt
The Queen! I’m never signing out! You’re sliming at the mouth
But I’m grinding at the doubt and it’s floating all away
So I’m hoping all the cases will be showing in your faces
Then, before we ever know, I’ll be making all the poets bitch
About how their heroicness is turning into hopelessness
Because Stormitive’s openness and evilness is seemlessness
And don’t nobody give no fucks about supposed good geniuses
Good geniuses is funny, but that’s really just fictitiousness,
so best wishes! Bitches! Long live the new Ms. Supervillain, she’s skilless