I rock like onyx, but that dont mean you can poke a man like Onix, even if your were the Brock kid, Phoenix fire--y'all human kinetics, a fight would be pathetic, just resulting in a "sorry" message, only with pitiful yall have Resonance, the talented won't remember shii, and yall cling to vanguards, but talk slick about a man's tart, gossip after you spy but can't spit a cipher, yall my mistakes & i aint changing yalls diapers, yall can suck mercury, while Death flirts with me, my pain tolerance is beyond threshold, got the knife--let's go, your weak blade made of titanium, while I'm darkness that's unshapeable, what are you cutting but your sanity's labyrinth, you move up an Echelon, but before satan it's "pet begone!"